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The spot between her brows pinches in the cutest hint of a frown, but then her eyes sparkle with realization and mischief. “Yes.” She lifts her chin and writhes against me as I kiss her neck. “I’m… I’m a married woman.”

“Right.” I trail kisses along her jawline, relishing her little mewling noises. My fingers slide under her dress and along her thigh. I press the palm of my hand against her pussy. Jesus fucking Christ. I can feel how wet she is through her panties, and she shamelessly rubs herself against me. “And does your husband know that you like being felt up by a stranger in an elevator? Does he know how wet it makes you? What a filthy little slut you are?”

What the hell are we doing here? What kind of twisted game are we playing? And really, do I give a shit? I need inside this woman now. Nobody else has stopped the elevator, but we’re playing Russian roulette with every floor we pass. Somehow that makes it all the more exciting.

“No, he doesn’t… He doesn’t know. But I am a filthy little slut, you’re right. I love being fucked by strangers.”

Fuck! This is so hot I think my dick is actually going to explode. I slide my finger inside her panties and run it along the wet line of her slit. She shudders against me, and I pull away slightly and hold my glistening finger up. She immediately takes it into her mouth, licking it clean. Then her arms go around my neck, her hands twine into my hair, and she pulls me down for a kiss. This is not a gentle kiss. It’s teeth and lips and need, our tongues fighting against each other, neither of us bothering to breathe. If this were to be my last kiss ever, I’d die a happy man.

I force myself to come up for air, look down, and see a new Amber. A wild, reckless, completely uninhibited Amber. There is no way on god’s green earth I am going to be able to stop whatever the hell this is. I can only hope that she feels the same.

“I’m married too,” I say, holding up my ring finger. “But tonight, I’m staying at this hotel. How about you come back to my room with me? No strings attached, no commitment. Just sex. Fast, hard, filthy. Your husband will never find out, and neither will my wife. It’ll be our little secret. What do you say?”

The bell pings as we arrive at the penthouse. She looks up at me from underneath her long lashes, her breasts heaving. She pulls her dress back together.

“I say yes.”

ChapterThirteen

ELIJAH

Wordlessly, I use the key card to open the door to my suite. This was supposed to be my sanctuary, a way of giving Amber and me some space. Now she’s here, invading that space, and I couldn’t be more fucking thrilled about it.

I gesture her in, and her huge eyes gaze up at me as she skims past. There’s something different about her. It’s not only the minimal makeup and the simple hairstyle. It’s in her expression, in the way she moves. She seems more… free? I’m not sure that’s the right word, but whatever it is, it’s better. Yeah, she was screaming at me only minutes ago, but then she melted beneath my touch. Kissed me with more passion than she has for years. It’s like the brittle New York veneer has been washed away by her time in Charleston.

Or maybe it’s the excitement of fucking a stranger. Either way, it works for me.

She stands in the center of the room looking around as I take off my jacket. She is so damn beautiful, and all I want to do is take her in my arms and tell her I love her. Then, yeah, screw her senseless. But the stranger from the elevator wouldn’t do that. Not the first part, anyway.

I pour us both a Scotch and pass one to her. Our eyes lock as we sip from our glasses, and she grimaces slightly but swallows. Amber prefers wine, but I don’t want to ruin the moment—a stranger wouldn’t know what she likes to drink.

“What’s your name?” she asks, her tone completely deadpan.

“Elijah. You?”

“Amber.”

“Amber,” I repeat, letting my eyes devour her like she’s on display in a store window. I linger on her breasts, those still-stiff nipples. I swear to god, they pop a little more as I stare. “Pretty name. Take off your dress, Amber.” She looks momentarily surprised, her eyebrows rising. “I said take it off,” I growl. “I want to see you naked. I don’t fuck what I haven’t inspected.”

I have no idea where the hell this is coming from. I have always treated women, my wife especially, with respect—and now I’ve turned into this asshole? I can’t deny that it’s working for me, though. My cock throbs inside my boxers and my pulse races. It’s working for her too—she hesitates, blushes, then she tugs the belt that ties her dress together, and the two halves fall apart. Face blazing, she slides it off her shoulders, and it slithers to the floor. She stares up at me, obviously embarrassed but also defiant.

Jesus. She is gorgeous. Her long, toned legs tremble slightly in those crazy high heels. Her tits heave in the pink lace of her bra. Her panties are the same shade of pink, and I suck my upper lip as I stare at the damp triangle they barely cover. My wife has always been beautiful, but right now, she is spectacular.

“All of it,” I say calmly, sipping my Scotch. “Or have you changed your mind? Do you want to go running back to your husband? Don’t you want me to sink my hard cock into that tight, wet pussy of yours?”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “I haven’t changed my mind, no,” she replies, her voice low and husky. With unsteady hands, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. Her tits roll free, and blood rushes to my head at the sight of those perky nipples unleashed. My hands itch to touch them, but I force myself to play my part and keep my distance, watching as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She looks up at me, licks her lips, then turns around to present me with the rear view. And what a view it is.

She works the panties down her legs, inch by teasing inch and bends down to tug them over her high heels. She stays folded over like that, holding her ankles, and slowly sways her bare ass from side to side. I cannot take my eyes off her, hypnotized by the motion. Her pussy is shiny with moisture, her ass a perfect peach. Everything I want is right there on display. Holy fucking Christ, who is this woman?

She straightens up and glances at me over her shoulder. When she bites her lip, I realize that she’s nervous. She’s put on a show, and now I need to step up and retake control.

I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her from behind. She staggers in her heels when I drag her back, and I hiss when her hot flesh makes contact with my body, warming me even through my clothes. My cock is hard against her naked ass, and my hands roam her supple skin. She leans against me, and I softly kiss her neck. “You are sexy as hell, Amber. I’m so glad I met you in the elevator.”

“So am I,” she murmurs.

My fingers find her nipple, and she cries out, arching into my touch. I squeeze more firmly than I normally would, and her knees buckle. If I weren’t holding her up, she would have hit the floor. Biting down on her shoulder, I squeeze harder, capturing the tight bud between my thumb and finger. With my other hand, I part her pussy lips, and my fingers slide along her opening. “Fuck. You’re so wet. You really want this, don’t you?”

“Yes. I want it. I want you. Please.”

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