Page 101 of Taste of Addiction

“Patience,” he reminds, kissing me on my fucking nose.

“Have you lost your mind?”

His eyes twinkle. “No. But you’re about to. And I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.”

I pant, out of breath as I deflate back into the bedding. I am going to combust. I can feel it in my heart. In my toes. In my panicked breathing.

Then the vibrations start again. I squeeze my thighs together to endure the pleasure, but Graham just wrenches them open more. I cannot hide. My head sinks back into the pillows, and I whimper with a pleasure so intense that it borders on being too much. Just when I think I will explode, the device is shut off.

I am not shy about toys—I own several. However, engaging in this type of edge play has never even crossed my mind. I thrust upward as the vibrations start again, in unison with Graham sucking on my nipples. I can feel the moisture leaking from me as if the dam has been broken. There’s no going back.

“I’m going to—”

Off.

I let out a cry and admit defeat, just as Graham pushes himself inside me from tip to root. He pulls out and sinks in again.

“Give me your all,” he permits, sending off an orgasm so intense inside of me that I almost black out from the force of it.

When I am down from my high and can form coherent thoughts, I give Graham the biggest hug. “That…”

“Was fun?”

“Hell,” I mutter, pinching my arm to make sure I am still alive.

He nuzzles my ear. “You take my breath away.”

“Thank you for my special day spent here at your hotel.”

“Our hotel,” he corrects.

“Didn’t know you were in the business for buying,” I say, sweeping my hand around, “this.”

“I’m always looking for business ventures where investing money will help me make more money. However, this hotel was owned by my uncle, and with his age approaching seventy, he needed to pass along the torch. He is still an influential partner—as is Nic. I am simply the owner. It is not my pet project. I have managers and other associates who will be running this place. However, I get final say and the right to veto anything.”

“It’s nice that you don’t have to change the name.”

Graham laughs and kisses me on the nose. “True. Let’s go on a little tour, shall we?”

“Does this tour require clothes?”

“If you want onlookers to keep their eyeballs, yes.”

I stare down at my naked body and am about to ask for him to send someone for my clothes at the spa when he intercepts my thoughts.

“I have a dress for you hanging in the closet.”

“Oh. Seems a bit fancy for a tour.”

He just smiles and rolls out of bed to get himself dressed. Inside the closet, I find a long red silk dress and a pair of matching shoes. A lightweight white fur coat hangs beside it. Wow. This is way fancy.

In a box on the floor, I find a strapless bra and panty set in red. I slip those on first and the dress follows in line. Everything fits like I would expect for someone ordering it who is obsessed with my body. I move into the bathroom and find my personal hygiene products in travel sizes. I touch up my makeup and brush through my hair, spraying the sides in place.

Graham sneaks up behind me in the mirror and wraps his arms around my midsection.

“You look exquisite, Angela.”

“Thank you. You look amazing as well,” I say, eyeing his solid-black suit. He looks dashing. And all mine.

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