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CHAPTER ONE
Is your mama in this hotel?
Nicolette
PRESENT DAY
“You’re so pretty,” the man says as he thrusts inside me. “Your eyes are the color ofDryophytes cinereus.”
I lie on my back and try not to wrinkle my nose. Did he just compare my eyes to a goddamn tree frog? What does one even say to that?
My mind is a bit scrambled from the amphibian reference, and I can’t seem to remember the guy’s name. Carson? Calvin? Hell if I know, so I go with, “Babe. Your huge cock feels so good.”
Okay, huge might be an exaggeration, but he’s not small either. We’d been flirting from afar all week but finally started talking at the final cocktail party for the American Academy of Clinical Biochemistry conference in Los Angeles. One thing led to another, and now I’m in his hotel room.
“Thank you,” the man on top of me says.
Connor grins. He seems to appreciate the dick compliment. Hmm, not Connor, but I’m getting closer. Conrad! Yes, his name is Conrad.
I wrap my ankles around his waist and purr, “Harder, Conrad.”
He lifts his head, his brown eyes darting in confusion between my green ones—that apparently remind him of the American tree frog—and I worry I got his name wrong.
“This is as hard as I get,” he tells me, flexing his hips, and I groan inwardly.
Outwardly though, I give him my best flirty smile. “I meanfuck meharder.”
The corners of his lips tilt upward. He really is quite handsome when he smiles. “Okay, I’ll try.”
Conrad pulls back and pushes in a little harder. “That’s it,” I encourage, still wanting more. I grab his ass with both hands and yank him into me with a rough thrust.
The headboard bangs against the wall, and Conrad freezes, jerking his head up and staring like he’s never heard that noise before. “That was loud,” he whispers.
“It’s okay,” I soothe becauseseriously… move, dude.
Still staring at the wall, he gnaws his bottom lip. “I’m not used to being loud at home because Mama’s room is right next to mine.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Is your mama in this hotel?” I ask, tilting my hips to get some friction on my G-spot, though Conrad has completely stopped moving now.
“N-no, but if she found out I was doing this, she’d be mad. What if someone calls hotel security and they call Mama to come get me from jail?”
I search his face. He has a few wrinkles around his eyes, making him look mature, and his name badge told me he’s aPhD, but I have to make sure I’m not committing a felony here. Tentatively, I ask, “How old are you, Conrad?”
“Thirty.”
Phew! Not a minor, just a mama’s boy.
I wrap my hand around the back of his head and pull him down for a long kiss. He seems to relax as I murmur against his lips, “Being at a hotel is the perfect chance for you to get dirty and bang some headboards, don’t you think?” At the same time, I clench my pussy around him.
He groans and rests his forehead against mine. “Shit. Yes.”
“Then fuck me hard.” I’m pretty sure if I ask him for what I really want—like, say, a nice hand necklace?—he’d probably run screaming.
Conrad pushes in hard, banging the headboard against the wall again, and I close my eyes in pleasure.That’s it. Just what I need.His breathing hitches on his next thrust, and he stills.
