Page 66 of The Treasure Hunt Hookup

“With sex,” I add helpfully, as I get to my feet. “The plan is, we break it with a whole lot of wild, sweaty, mind-blowing sex. You in?”

Reeve blinks. “I … uh …”

I grin. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Come on.”

He doesn’t need asking twice. In fact, that’s pretty much the last I can pretend to have the upper hand, because from the moment Reeve catches up with me outside the bar, shoves me up against the wall, and kisses me senseless, I’mgone.

Wild, and hungry, and clinging to him for dear life. I can’t get enough. Somehow, we make it into a cab and back to the hotel, but it’s all a blur as Reeve yanks me into the elevator and crushes me back against the wall, claiming my mouth again with wild abandon.

“Reeve …” I moan as his hands grip my ass tighter, molding me against the hard outline of his cock.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night, baby,” Reeve growls, rocking against me. “Fuck, you don’t even know.”

He lifts me, and I thank God for the slit in my dress as I wrap my legs around his waist, needing him close. Wanting him—

Ding! The elevator stops, and the doors slide open—

To reveal a wholesome-looking family. They stare at us: me with my skirt hiked up and Reeve’s face buried in my neck.

There’s a long, awkward pause.

“Take the next one,” Reeve growls, releasing me long enough to hit the button. The doors slide shut again on their horrified expressions.

“Oh my God!” I exclaim, embarrassed. “What must they think of us?”

He nips my ear. “That I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.”

We finally reach our floor, and Reeve half carries me to the room, slamming the door shut behind us – and then shoving me up against it, still wrapped around him.Yes. I arch against him, desperate for the friction of his cock between my thighs, practically grinding on him as Reeve devours my lips, wrestling with the buttons on the high neckline of my dress.

“Fuck it,” he finally curses, and yanks the hem up to my waist, instead. He shoves his hand between my aching thighs, pressing his palm against my panties, fingers already sliding under the silk to feel me, hot and drenched. “Ivy …” he groans, as I gasp against him. “Christ …”

“Please,” I moan, already clenching around his fingers. “Reeve, please…”

“I’ve got you, baby. Fuck.”

Reeve captures my lips again, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth as his thick fingers curl higher inside me; his palm grinding stardust against my clit as he begins to pulse and flex.

I cry out, bucking eagerly, taking his fingers deeper. He finds the perfect rhythm, and then, fuck, stays right there, relentless, not breaking pace for a minute as I whimper and sob, my body arching under his wicked hands until I suddenly break, pleasure rushing through me.

Holy shit!

Reeve carries me to the bedroom, and tips me back on the extravagant bed, my head still spinning. “Off,” he orders, already yanking at my dress.

I breathlessly obey, helping him with the buttons and holding up my arms so he can tear the tight fabric over my head. He pauses, looking down at me in my black lace lingerie, and God, the expression on his face makes my stomach curl.

“You’re a goddess,” his voice is thick. “I mean it, Ivy. You don’t even know, the things I’ve imagined doing …”

“Me too,” I manage, going onto my knees and tearing at his shirt. “I’ve been going out of my mind wanting you.”

How does he still have clothes on? That doesn’t seem fair, so I undo his belt, and yank his pants down, taking his briefs too until his cock springs free, thick and hard and right there in front of me.Finally.

And damn, the previews didn’t do him justice. I lean in, gripping both hands around the base as I lick all the way up his shaft.

“Fuck …” Reeve sounds a ragged groan, his hands moving to tangle in my hair. “Ivy … fuck …”

I tease, swirling my tongue around the head until Reeve’s grip tightens, and he curses harshly, and I finally sink down, taking him deep into my mouth.

Yes.

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