Page 9 of Unconventional Love

Absolutely fucking not.

“We don’t do that here, Sunshine.” I growl over at my girl, who is currently pulling her shirt down for Nick to sign the fucking bite markIgave her. Nick manages to get three letters on her, before I walk over and snatch the marker from him. I’ll be damned if he, or anyone, touches another inch of her. I’m done sharing.

“It’s fine, man, I don’t min—”

“We don’t do that here,” I reiterate through clenched teeth. Letting go of the girl I was taking a picture with, and giving the two of them my full attention.

Nick glowers at me, as he silently questions what the fuck I’m doing. To be honest, I don’t even know. I met her less than twenty-four hours ago, and she’s got me under some sort of fucking spell.

This girl and her antics. She’s going to make me go mad, and the mischievous look she’s shooting back at me says she damn well knows it.

“Oh, sorry. Guess I’ll just get a picture then. Here, Jules, can you take a picture of Nick and I?” she says, sickeningly sweet. I narrow my eyes on her, a possessive growl building in my chest as his name rolls off her lips before she’s even spoken mine. My eyes fall to his hand as he places it on the small of her back, and she leans in close. It takes everything in me not to yank her away from him. There are more people I could be focused on in line, but right now all I can give my attention to is the temptress manipulating me with her mind games.

Her friend snaps the picture and looks between us, no doubt sensing the tension here. “Liv, why don’t we both get a picture with Graham?”

My eyes snap to my girl when her friend calls her by name. “Liv? Hmmmm, you look more like a Jennifer to me.”

Liv’s cheeks turn pink as I mention the fake name she gave me last night, and I can tell her friend is catching on to us. She glances between us and paints on a wide smile, taking the spot to my right as her friend hands Nick the phone to take a photo before joining me on my left.

As soon as he’s done, the friend steps forward to take her phone back from Nick. I pull my girl closer to me, discreetly sliding my business card into the back pocket of her jeans and leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Now that you know my name, I’ll be happy to make you scream it while you come.”

She pulls the card from her pocket and slaps it against my chest. “Thanks for the scones,G.”

My entire body stiffens as she walks away.That’s not gonna work for me.

Nick yells after me as I abandon our table and follow my girl. She whirls on me before I even reach her, eyes wide as I take her hand and drag her straight out the convention doors.

“What the hell are you doing?” She shrieks in surprise.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Lemon Drop.” I have no idea where I’m taking her, but I don’t slow my stride. Her protests cease as I pull her after me through the halls of the hotel. I told her last night that the next time I saw her, I was going to fuck more than her mouth. I just didn’t realize I’d get the chance so soon.

We round a corner and to my relief the area is completely empty. A door labeledLaundrystands before me, and I quickly push through. No words. I don’t stop to make sure the room is empty; my girl likes being watched anyway. I push her against the wall and crash my lips into hers.

Despite there being multiple washers and dryers lining the walls, only one of each is running. Sparing a quick survey of the room, we are alone. Though, someone very well could be coming back for their clothing soon. I’m too caught up in her to worry about that. The way her hands fist my hair, pulling me impossibly closer to her, says she doesn’t mind our excursion.

Breaking our kiss, our chests heave from the intensity of the encounter. She bites her lip and looks up at me through her lashes. The restraint I have not to rip every inch of fabric off of her body is strong.

I grab a chair from the area intended for guests to wait on their laundry, and push it beneath the knob of the door. Spinning to view the running washer and dryer, I tell her, “I’ve got twenty-seven minutes before someone comes looking for their clothes. If this really isn’t what you want then you better tell me now.” I rake a hand through my hair. “I’ve spent the last eighteen hours thinking of every position I can take you in.”

My dick is pressing painfully hard against my jeans as she simply nods back at me.

“I need your words,Liv.”

She licks her lips and stands straighter. “Yes,Graham. I want you to fuck me.”

I offer her a dark smile as I narrow my eyes and my hand grips her throat, pulling her closer. My lips graze her jawline, loving the goosebumps that rise along her skin. “That’s my girl. But first, only one of us got to taste you last night.”

I lower my body until my face is level with her pussy. Pushing her little black leather skirt up and over her ass, I rip the lace thong barring her from me in two.

“Graham,” she gasps, but it quickly turns into a moan as I trace my fingers up and down her slit before pressing inside her.

God, I want to bottle that sound.I remove my fingers and my tongue licks straight up her cunt. If I thought she was intoxicating before, there is nothing compared to the taste of her.

She lulls her head against the wall, and I grip the back of her legs, hooking her knee up and over my shoulder before I begin fucking her with my tongue. When I feel her walls tightening, I replace my tongue with my fingers, working them in and out of her in deliberate strokes as I suck her clit into my mouth.

Moans spill from her lips and her hands dig into my scalp, drawing me closer, urging me on. Happy to oblige, I place my hands beneath her ass and pull her even closer. Burying my face entirely in her pussy.

The heel of her boot digs into my back as her body tightens and I welcome the pain as curses spill from her lips with her release. “Oh, fuck. Yes!”

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