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Katie

We werein the hotel room. I’d had a little too much wine, and Pete, well, he had a smirk, as if everything was going according to his plan. The man whom I’d hardly seen for days since we kissed invited me out and not only that, but he booked a hotel room, too. Even if I did give him an open invitation to do it.

“Is this the reason you invited me to go out for the day?” I asked as he drew nearer.

He shook his head. “I had no intention of bringing you here. This is just a bonus.”

It was as if he read my mind—one second telling me to run and escape, and the next wanting him to touch me.

He didn’t wait for me to say anything as he leaned in and kissed my neck. I was standing by the door, taken back by his spontaneity, but the memories of Ben came to my mind. I remembered wondering if I smelled or if Ben thought I was ugly or if there was something wrong with me that he didn’t want to touch me anymore. I was no longer pretty or attractive to him. Everything about this moment felt right as Pete slipped his hand under the back of my shirt and palmed my ass.

I clenched my thighs, as all my insecurities about being with Ben flashed through my mind. My legs started to tremble as Pete’s hand slipped between my thighs and stroked my wetness from my lips up to my butt.

“Ah,” I purred.

“You like it like that…” he growled as he massaged me. It was then that he decided to go for the kill and slipped two fingers inside of me.

“You’re so fucking wet!” His voice was low and gravely.

He could have been speaking Japanese for all I cared, his tone and touch were sending me to overtime.

“You’re sexy. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

A tear escaped my eye as I remembered how Ben made me feel insecure about my body, my voice, even my damn hair. Pete was loving every inch of me, stroking, kissing, and biting my neck. He was ten times hotter than Ben, yet he was here, making me feel like a woman. Not just any woman, but a sexy, hot woman.

His fingers slid in and out of me, and then he broke away. As if he couldn’t wait to get inside me, he ripped open my shirt. His movements were skillful and quick as he expertly removed my bra and panties in record time, my warm body against the cold wooden door.

He slid a hand between my breast. “You ever been fucked against the door?”

“No,” I quivered.

“What do you like?”

I was trying to control all my emotions, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t focus as he pinched my nipple and started to suck on it. Then he bit it and I cried out. He laughed as he swirled his tongue around it.

It was then that I noticed I was the only one naked in the room. He was still fully dressed, and I started to panic. “Are you going to leave?”

“No.” He pulled away from my nipple. “What’s wrong? Is this going too fast for you?”

I sounded like a stupid, insecure virgin, ready to give up at any moment as soon as the heat got too much.

“I’m not used to all this. I’m used to being the one who always wants it, and then feeling like some sex-craved monster as a result of it.”

He laughed. “You’re not acting like a sex-craved monster.”

“No, but it has been a while. I’m thinking I need to prepare. You’re a god of a man, and I’m…” I couldn’t find the words to express how I felt about myself.

“A beautiful, sexy, intelligent woman who has been taking advantage of. And there’s nothing for you to freshen up. Both our mouths are full of garlic and wine, thanks to my favorite restaurant. I thought maybe you wanted a break, and I couldn’t stay in this room and not take you. I thought maybe it was time for us to leave.”

“I’m fine, Pete, please stop treating me like that…”

He raised a finger to my lips.

“We are both attracted to each other. There’s no denying that.”

I shrugged. “You got me there. There’s no denying… So if you want we can forget we had a little break and continue where we left off.”

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