Page 16 of The Tryst

Lola Jones, the woman without a history.

And as he runs his nose along my neck, I have another answer too. I don’t want to wait any longer.

I can’t hear a soul above the loud thumping of the music, but my words are unmistakable when a few songs in, I slink around in his arms, face him, and mouthfuck me.

We’re out the door in seconds.

6

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

Nick

We’re back to the hotel in no time. Once the elevator door closes, I punch the button for the fourteenth floor, then I crowd her against the mirrored wall, run a hand down her bare arm, and savor—absolutely fucking savor—the sight in front of me.

This woman is on the edge.

Just the way I want her.

Finally, after teasing her all night long, I’m going to have her.

And I intend to have hermy way. I cup her cheeks, hold her beautiful face, and then brush my lips to hers.

A whisper of a kiss.

She tastes like a dream. Sweet and spicy, with a hint of lipstick. I’m pretty sure she reapplied her color at the club, and I’m pretty sure, too, it’s going to be gone very soon.

I don’t intend to kiss her softly much longer.

Picking up the pace slowly, but purposefully, I sweep my lips across hers. She moans against my mouth. The sound revs all my desires. Screw soft.

I kiss her like we danced—hot, hungry, horny. She was worth the wait, especially with those murmurs falling from her lips as I punish her beautiful mouth with more kisses. I push against her, letting her feel what she does to me.

“Oh,” she gasps, and it sounds like she’s just discovered the heft of my cock, and she likes it.

Excellent.

When the elevator slows, I break the kiss, then run my finger along her bee-stung lips. “All day I’ve thought about this mouth.”

She tilts her head. “Just kissing it?”

Holy fuck. Her dirty mind.

There isn’t enough time tonight to do the things I want to do to her.

After the door opens, I grab her hand. “There are too many things I want to do to you first,” I say, answering her. “Things I want to do withmymouth.”

When we reach my room, I slide the key over the reader in no time. Once we’re inside, she takes the card from me and slides it in the holder. The lights automatically turn on and she spins around, drops the card into my pocket, then grabs my face. Didn’t see that coming, but I don’t mind it one bit as she steals a kiss right here in the foyer. It’s hard and hungry for long, feverish seconds, but then it shifts. She slows down, takes her sweet time, lingering on my lips.

Lola likes to mix it up.

She likes soft and slow, then hard and fast.

She’s eager, too, tugging at my shirt and then my belt.

And nope, that won’t do. She can only hold the reins for so long. I’m in charge.

I cover her hands, stopping her. “You come first. And often.”

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