Page 49 of Beneath the Flames
I refocus my attention on the man sitting at the table and stare longer than I should, purposely inviting his attention. I feel an inexplicable thrill as I slowly lift my glass and take a sip of myShimoda without breaking eye contact with him. I love the fact my red lipstick leaves an imprint on the glass that he can see.
Glancing at the man with the easy smile, I notice he is watching me with growing interest. He raises an eyebrow, a sexy smirk playing across his sensual lips.
Both men are worthy of my pursuit, but I can only choose one. Should I go with the man who has an air of mystery about him or the one with the animal magnetism?
Making up my mind, I finish my drink and pay the bartender. Picking up my clutch, I swing my hips alluringly so both men can admire my fine ass when I leave. Glancing back, I give the man sitting alone at the table a flirtatious smile before I head out the door.
Taking my time, I stop to take out my lipstick and reapply the rich red color before I slowly make my way to the elevators. I pause for a moment before pressing the button. As the elevator doors open, I hear a man clear his throat behind me.
Turning my head, I see my mystery man has responded to my invitation.
I nod and turn to him as the elevator doors close behind me.
“Would you be interested in dinner in my room?” he asks in a sultry voice.
“I would,” I reply, taking the arm he offers.
Pressing the elevator button, he leads me into the elevator. Before the elevator doors close, I spot the man with the easy smile. He steps out of the bar and into the hallway, looking at me appreciatively.
There is an exhilarating thrill in knowing I am wanted by both men.
When the doors close, my mystery man faces me and looks deep into my eyes. “You could have any man in that room. Why did youchoose me?”
I smile up at him with a playful glint in my eyes. “You look like someone who can be both gentle…and rough.”
Pulling me to him, I can feel the strength of his growing erection pressed against my body. My nipples harden into tight buds in response to the intimate contact.
“I understand exactly what you need,” he assures me as he leans in for a kiss. My breaths come in short gasps as he hesitates for a moment, hovering centimeters from my lips, just before he kisses me.
I moan with desire, my body melding against his as I lose myself in his fiery kisses. He runs his fingers through my hair, fisting it tightly while he ravages my mouth with his tongue.
My pussy drips with anticipation as I return his intoxicating kisses, our chemistry igniting as we connect to each other in the confined space.
The moment the elevator starts slowing down to stop at a floor, we break the embrace, turn away, and stare straight ahead while an older gentleman enters the elevator. He looks at us both, but his eyes linger on me as the doors close.
I wonder if he can feel the sexual tension in the air.
A small smile creeps across my lips as I stand there. I feel my mysterious lover taking my hand, out of the other passenger’s view, and trailing his finger lightly across my sensitive palm. My pussy aches with pleasure, and I imagine his finger teasing my clit.
Lucky for us, three floors up, the man exits the elevator. I notice with satisfaction that there is a stiffness to the gentleman’s gait.
God, how I love having that kind of power over men.
Once the doors close, I wrap my arms around the back of my handsome stranger’s neck and begin kissing him with wildabandon. There is an undercurrent of vulnerability and trust in giving myself to a complete stranger. The element of the unknown fuels my lust and I bite his bottom lip.
He groans in response, grabbing my ass with his strong hands as he grinds his hard cock against me—
“Mama!” Hope cried out in desperation from within the house. Her voice was full of painful desperation.
Immediately dropping her journal, Brie rushed inside to find Hope standing in the middle of the room, sobbing for her.
“I’m right here, sweet pea. Mommy’s right here,” she said soothingly, wrapping Hope in her arms. The instant she touched her daughter, the tiny baby who was rescued from the compound came to Brie’s mind, and tears filled her eyes.
That innocent child has no mother to comfort her.
Brie wiped her own tears away while crooning softly, “It’s okay, my sweet little girl…”
It wasn’t until hours later, after Brie put Hope down for her nap, that she remembered her journal. Hurrying outside to get it, she was horrified to find it was gone.
