Page 18 of Diamonds & Deception

They give me a knowing laugh and tell me to text them in the morning. I’m sweaty and I pray my deodorant has done its job. When I make it to the top of the stairs, I expect Drake to be waiting for me, but he’s sitting at a table.

His face is unreadable. Serious, but not angry. I get a glass of water from the bartender and drink it on my way to the table.

“Hey. You should have come down and joined us.”

“Dancing isn’t my thing.”

“Just like to watch,” I tease.

He wraps his fingers around my wrists and pulls me down on his lap. “Nora,” he groans against my neck. “You have two options.”

He takes a deep breath and steadies his hands on my hips.

“Go back downstairs with your friends and call me in the morning or leave with me now. But know if you leave with me, I plan on making you come so hard you’ll be begging me to stop while begging me to never stop. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. Your choice. But if you leave with me, I won’t accept no as an answer. There’s no way I’ll be able to stop once we start, so be sure about what you want.”

I swallow the lump of lust in my throat and squeeze my thighs together. The movement pushes my ass against his incredibly hard erection.

“Fuck,” he groans.

Drake makes me feel so many things. Somehow he can talk dirty while still making me feel respected. I want him like I’ve never wanted another man, and it has little—if anything—to do with why I came to Boston.

I love my sister, and I want justice. If I find out Drake was in any way part of her murder, I will turn him over to the authorities in a heartbeat. But for tonight, for right now, my heartandmy head are telling me he’s not.

I slide off his lap and hold my hand out to him. He sits there and stares at it, and I’m afraid he won’t take it. Afraid he’s changed his mind.

“There’s no going back,” he warns as he stands in front of me.

Lust lodges itself in my throat, so instead of trying to speak, I lean into him and nip at his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he groans again and threads his fingers through mine before dragging me across the room.

I can barely keep up in my heels, and my legs are already sore from dancing. Instead of going down the stairs, he leads us down a back hallway. I assumed he would bring me to his room and not take me in the hall, but right now, I don’t care. I’m wet and needy for him.

An elevator appears at the end, and he takes a card out of his pocket and swipes. As soon as the doors close behind us, he pins me to the wall and kisses me. His hands are in my hair, massaging my scalp as he presses his hard length against my stomach. I moan into his mouth and hook my foot behind his calf, wanting no space between us.

He reaches for my thigh and skims his hand up my bare leg, reaching my panties, when the doors open. As quickly as he had me trapped against the wall, he releases me, ushering me down a hallway. Again, he takes out his card and opens a door.

It’s cool and quiet in here, the only noises coming from our panting. I push at his jacket until it falls to the floor and work at loosening his tie as his hand finds its way to my hot, pulsing center.

“Oh god. Drake.”

He pushes up my dress and traces the outline of my panties with his fingers. I’m hungry for him, and now he’s taking his time. No longer rushed and animalistic like he was in the elevator.

I can’t get enough of him and frantically work at the ridiculously small buttons on his shirt while keeping my lips locked on his. He walks me backward and I greedily stay attached to him until I’m falling into a mattress and Drake is on top of me.

He props himself on his forearms and looks down at me. “You’re sure.”

“I’m sure as hell going to rip your shirt if these buttons don’t free themselves damn soon.”

He shakes his head with a laugh and nips my chin before lowering his mouth to my neck. His finger slides under the strap of my dress, and he slowly pushes it down, followed by a trail of wet kisses. His tongue finds my nipple, and he circles it before sucking.

My hips lift to him in their own free will. “Drake.” Giving up on the buttons, I slide my hands under his shirt in desperate need to touch his bare skin.

It’s so hot.He’sso hot. I rake my nails up and down his chest, then find the waistband of his pants. I undo his belt and am about to reach inside when he slips from my grasp, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed.

My dress is bunched around my waist, exposing my breasts and my underwear. Even though I wasn’t sure if I’d be seeing Drake tonight, I was smart enough to exfoliate, shave, and wear my best undergarments.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says before tugging down my black lace thong. Using his shoulders, he separates my legs and licks the inside of one thigh, then the other. “You still sure?”

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