Page 7 of Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots

“So, what brings you to a place like this?” she asks, finally breaking the temporary silence.

I shrug, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “Business. But I like to mix business with pleasure whenever I can.”

She chuckles. “And which one am I?”

I grin and lean in slightly. “I’m hoping the latter.”

The conversation flows easily after that. It’s light, fun, flirtatious. There’s no pressure, no expectation. Just two people enjoying each other’s company, the drinks, and the night. We laugh, we exchange stories, and the more we talk, the more I find myself drawn to her… wanting her.

She’s sharp—quick with a witty comment and never missing a beat. But there’s also something vulnerable about her, something that makes me want to know more. Not that I’masking too many questions. I get the sense she’s not one to open up easily, and honestly, I don’t need to know everything. Not tonight.

As the drinks flow, the space between us shrinks. We’re leaning in closer, our voices lowering, the rest of the bar fading into the background. There’s a charge in the air, something electric that’s hard to ignore.

I finish my drink and set the glass down and stand from my barstool, my eyes meeting hers. “I’ve got a room nearby,” I say, my voice low and filled with suggestion.

She doesn’t answer right away, but I can see the decision playing out in her mind. Finally, she gives me a slow, deliberate nod.

“Lead the way,” she says, her voice soft but confident.

We get to the door of my hotel room, and I hesitate before inserting the key card. “I suppose I should tell you my name. It’s…”

She places her fingers on my lips. “Tonight, there are no names, no histories, no consequences, no nothing. I just want to feel. I’m on birth control, I’ve just had my annual physical and I’m clean, but I’d prefer if you used a condom.”

I’m a bit shocked that she’s so forthright, but it kind of turns me on even more. I’m used to people who want something from me and make things complicated as they work to get whatever it is. “That works for me.”

She takes the key card from my hand and uses it to open the door. “Then what are you waiting for?” she asks, grabbing my shirt and pulling me inside.

We barely make it through the door before she pushes me up against it. There’s an urgency between us, a hunger that’s been building from the moment I sat down at the bar, but I’ve never been passive where sex is concerned. Who am I kidding? I’ve never been passive about anything in my life.

I push the door shut behind us, and then her lips are on mine—hot, demanding. I respond with equal fervor, my hands tangling in her hair as I press her against the wall. The intensity of our kiss grows, matching the arousal and need that seems to course between us like some kind of electric current. I press my body into hers, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer. It’s as if we’re the only two people left in the world, and nothing and nobody else exists.

The only sounds I can hear are our ragged breathing, the slightly off-key and aging air conditioner, and the faint television static from another room. But none of it compares to the rhythm of the low moans and groans that escape our lips.

My hands roam her body, caressing the sensitive skin of her neck before moving down to the curve of her waist. I can feel the heat of her skin through her blouse, and it sends shivers down my spine. I kiss my way down her neck, my lips leaving a trail of fire against her skin. My hands find the buttons of her shirt and work frantically to undo them, eager to feel her skin against mine.

I let my lips trail down her throat to kiss the tender skin above her collarbone. I fumble with the fastening of my own shirt. Finally freeing myself, I pull her closer, our bodies melding together in a desperate dance of need and desire.

My hands find the clasp of her bra, and with a swift flick of my fingers, it’s undone and her ample breasts spill into my hands. Eager to explore, I cup them, my fingers gently massaging the soft skin. She arches her back, pressing herself against me, a creature of want and need.

Her fingers find my hair and she pulls me up, her lips finding mine in a searing kiss. Her hands slide down my stomach, finding the button of my jeans. With a deft flick, she undoes it and pushes the zipper down to get to my thick, hard cock. Ihiss in a breath as her hand closes around me, freeing my shaft completely.

Time to change things up. She is mine for this one night, and I intend to make the most of it. By tomorrow morning, she’ll find it difficult to walk.

I haul her closer to me, my lips brushing against hers, our tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. My other hand reaches around to cup her ass as I push her skirt and panties down her body to pool at her feet. Freeing her completely from her blouse and bra, I know I can’t hold back much longer.

Turning us around so that my back is now against the door, I walk her backwards to the bed and tip her onto it. A small look of insecurity crosses her face. I know I can take care of that. “Fuck you’re gorgeous,” I say, and realize I mean it.

I back away, fishing my wallet from my pants and removing a condom. I have a condom because I’m a fucking optimist, and for once that optimism is going to be well compensated. Opening the foil packet, I roll it over my dick and watch her watch me.

She is propped up on her elbows, the soft light that filters through the window’s blinds caressing her skin. She is the very essence of temptation, and I have no intention of not indulging.

I move back to the bed, covering her body with mine and making a place for myself between her thighs by lifting them up and open. “Wrap your legs around me, darlin’.”

She smiles sweetly, and her eyes go soft as she does what I tell her. There’s no slow build-up, no hesitation. This is raw, intense, and everything I need right now. I angle my cock at her entrance and slam into her, hitting her core.

“Fuck! Do that again,” she orders me.

“Like this?” I tease her, pulling out and entering her slowly.

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