Page 2 of Tastes Like Misery

“I see. Well, that’s too bad. At least I’ll be able to stroke my cock in the shower while I think of you.”

Damn, he wasn’t budging on this. I’d have to ride back down and take a cab to a different hotel to try again with some poor sucker. “Enjoy,” I laughed as I waited for him to leave.

”Isn’t this your floor?” he gestured to the hallway beyond the elevator doors.

He had my head out of the game and I was fucked, and not in a good way. “Maybe. Or maybe I just hit a random floor so I wouldn’t have a devilish stranger following me.”

“I’d be happy to walk you to the front desk so you can turn me in for harassing you. I know they take security of the guests very seriously here,” he seemed to mock me. “But I think you love how devilish I am.”

“Why don’t you just go to your floor and then I can safely get to mine,” I suggested, ignoring how right he was on that last part.

He pushed the button to the top floor, and as soon as the doors closed, he boxed me in against the wall. “I would, but I don’t believe you have a room here,” his eyes twinkled, and he brushed his lips against my neck, making me shiver. “I know what you’re doing, trying to get up to my room so you can take everything of value I have. I did ruin your paltry attempt to pickpocket me, after all.”

I laughed, though I knew my eyes betrayed me, “You’re crazy. I’m just a simple businesswoman here for my job.”

“And you always bring a dress like this for short work trips?” he asked as he ran his hand down my side, brushing against the side of my breast. “Or did you forget you told me you just arrived, Vivian?”

The way he lowered his voice on my name had me all out of sorts. Even if I had an answer, I thanked my luck when the elevator door opened, saving me. I could barely see over him, but what little I could make out around his broad chest revealed a lavish entry leading to a single set of double doors. This was the penthouse, not a normal suite most of my marks stayed in. While the suites here were stunning, they had nothing on this lobby. I couldn’t imagine what the rest looked like and I became excited about the treasures I’d find.

Dane wrapped those thick arms around my back and lifted me. My short skirt rode up, and I groaned as his thick bulge rubbed against my thin panties. His lips crashed against mine and I melted into the kiss, tasting the smoky flavor of whisky lingering on his tongue as I writhed against his cock. His hands squeezed my ass tight, painful but so fucking good, and my core ached to feel him filling me up.

I didn’t notice we moved until he had me pressed against the door to the penthouse. I caught my breath when he released my mouth from the burning kiss that made me forget why I was there for a moment. It didn’t matter, though, because I would take every ounce of pleasure from him before pinching his belongings. There was nothing in the rules of criminals saying I couldn’t enjoy it.

His tongue slid up my neck and he nipped my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine in all the right ways. “Baby girl, I know you aren’t staying here,” his words didn’t quite register. “But neither am I, so we’re even.”

“What?” I asked huskily, trying to pull his mouth back to mine.

“You don’t have a room here, Vivian. You want to fuck me and then steal from me.”

This time it registered, and I tried to stammer out a line, but he put his finger to my lips and grinned wickedly, letting me slide down his body. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. As soon as I saw you, I knew I needed to taste you. And when you took my wallet, mmm, that made me want you more.”

He dug in his pocket and I flinched until I saw the glint of gold hanging from his fingers. It was my bracelet. “Give that back,” I demanded, like a petulant child.

“You’ll have to earn it,” his seductive voice lured me in as he opened the door to the penthouse. “After you, baby girl.”

Chapter 2

Vivian

My mouth dropped when I stepped into the extravagant room. Well, basically an apartment. All thoughts of ripping his clothes off were temporarily forgotten as I took in the shining marble floor, crystal chandeliers, and furniture that belonged in a gallery. The place seemed to go on forever, with rooms upon rooms, and I found myself running a finger along the swanky surfaces as I walked around. “Wait, I thought you said you didn’t have a room here,” my brain finally caught up once my libido was in check.

“I don’t,” he answered simply as he pulled his tie off.

“And we are here, how?” I looked at him warily, expecting the cops to show up at any moment.

He didn’t answer for a while. Fingers lazily unbuttoning his shirt as if we weren’t illegally in the most expensive room in the entire city. Tattoos peeked out, dark tribal patterns showing along his peck, and I forgot where I was for a moment as I tried to will his shirt off with my mind.

Dane’s expression morphed, his eyes dark and challenging, the corners of his mouth upturned just enough to give him a wicked look. Stalking toward me, as if I were the prey he was about to devour, my heart raced and my legs felt as if they would give out. His look was murderous, yet so fucking sexy I didn’t care if I ended up dead just as long as I could fuck him.

There was no doubt I was caught in his web, made even worse when his smooth voice practically growled, “I know people in high places. Now, take that dress off for me, Vivian. I want to see that delicious body of yours.”

I didn’t hesitate to wiggle out of my little black dress, giving into that calling I’d always had for risky situations. There was no doubt I was addicted to the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. My mama always told me it would be my downfall, but no matter how many times I found myself in a dangerous situation, I’d always found a way out of it.

He was on me before I could think anymore, caging me into the dining room table, his body millimeters from mine, his hands resting on the table. Fear flashed through me, and I knew he could see it. “Are you afraid of me, baby girl?” his hand ran down my side and I shivered violently.

“No,” I lied as my body betrayed me, leaning back to escape the warring emotions inside. The table dug into my ass, reminding me to get myself back into character and find out what his game was.

“I think you are, but let me see what your body has to say.”

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