Page 83 of The Bad Wedding Date

Her eyes searched mine. “I think HR might have a lot to say about that.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll quit tomorrow.”

“Why?” She scowled.

“I don’t want to be a part of anything that stops me from doing that again.”

Her sexy half-smile came to life, and her thighs tightened around me. “I’m going to need you to take me to bed now, Fraser.”

27

Charlotte

When he opened the door to his suite and gestured for me to step inside, I did, not taking my eyes from his until I absolutely had to. I could get lost in them. Drown, even. No swimming or life float required. He could very easily become my new favourite pastime.

Fraser, dressed in a white robe like the one I wore, hit the switch on the wall and lit up the room before he turned the dimmer and diluted the brightness, leaving it bathing in a romantic glow. Like his suite at The Savoy, this place was big enough for a party of at least twenty people, donned with another king-size bed, two sofas that overlooked London in all its magnificence, and a bathroom big enough to live in.

I walked around the different rooms, my bare feet gently padding against the plush carpets, every sense focused on Fraser, who had stayed in the one part of the suite he could see me wandering from room to room.

As soon as I stepped into the bedroom and saw the high, four-poster bed made from iron and clean lines, my heart spiked. I wanted to be on that bed, naked and spread out for him like I’d never allowed myself to be for another man before. Fraser came to stand behind me, his robe now gone, as he pressed himself against mine and slid his hands over my shoulders.

I spun around in his grip and let my robe fall to the floor. My hands were on his neck within seconds, and I pulled Fraser down until our mouths met in a kiss so heated, the flames danced their way through my body without pause, allowing me to burn so brightly that I became a new person. One unafraid to take a moment to go after what she really wanted.

Him.

I wanted him.

His tongue massaged mine. I could still taste myself on his lips—feel the way that tongue had already made me come unravelled me like I’d never unravelled before.

“Take it off,” he whispered in a command, pushing the wet straps of my swimsuit down my arms.

I didn’t break from his kiss as I rolled the material down my waist and legs, kicking it off at my feet until I stood before him completely naked for the first time.

When he forced himself to pull away, his breaths sawed in and out of him, and his eyes raked down over my body until he finally looked back up at me, his lust burning bright as my skin pebbled with nerves and excitement.

That was a look women dreamed of receiving from a man. Especially one like Fraser Scott.

A small groan from deep inside his throat, and I was hoisted up by his strong hands without any warning, but I clung on like we’d been doing this together for a lifetime. I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting my arse fall into his grip. I pushed my fingertips through the edges of his hair, devouring him and taking it all in. The way he smelled. The way he breathed. The way his hard dick pulsed through his damp shorts made me desperate to feel him inside me.

“I want this, Fraser,” I whispered, trailing a finger down his cheek that brought a burst of goosebumps to life across his strong shoulders. “Fuck me like you don’t have to take care of me, and then when it’s over, kiss me everywhere like you’re sorry.”

“Jesus,” he groaned.

He swallowed hard, his lips setting into a thin line as the muscles in his jaw twitched.

I raised a brow. “Or do I need to beg a little more?”

“Goddamn you, Charlotte,” he growled before he slammed me against the nearest wall, forcing air out of my lungs.

With one arm around my waist, he let his other fall between our bodies. His eyes never left mine as he pulled his hard cock out of his shorts and wrapped his fist around the base of it, letting the tip of his erection roam between the heat and wetness of my folds.

His eyes searched mine, and even though he didn’t speak a word, I knew what he was waiting for.

Permission.

Assurance.

A future for me with no regrets.

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