Page 12 of Savage Protector

I only knew what sat in my mind and it was getting all kinds of sneaky. Not to mention dangerous. With effort I managed not to frown. Why couldn’t I take a night for fun? Just one night. Without guilt or fear. No one would think to look for me here.

He dipped his head closer so his lips touched my ear. “I have a room in this hotel.”

I sucked in air. There it was. The invitation. Or in my mind the gauntlet of challenge I’d been waiting for. Time to put up or shut up.

“That’s convenient,” I whispered back.

He laughed, a low husky sound that kind of came out on a growl that tickled between my legs. “It is. And private. Although I’m not against a less private experience if you prefer.”

My stomach jolted at the idea as desire chased away apprehension. Apparently since that didn’t scare me off, I was going to discover all kinds of deep dark secrets and fantasies about myself tonight.

And he wasn’t only touching my bare back anymore. His hands were all over me. Sides, back, the top curve of my ass… It was getting harder to breathe. Still, I wasn’t sure I was ready to go to his room.

Although someone should tell my mouth that as it blurted out whatever the hell it wanted. “Both sound good to me.”

Yes, I was teasing but who cared? If I had only one night before the harsh cold reality of my immediate future settled in, I intended to make the most of it.

He dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He hastily pulled out several bills and laid them on the table then placed me on my feet. “Let’s go.”

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