Her voice is low, tight with desire, and I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants.
I turn her with one quick motion, my fingers finding the zipper and tugging it down, then the dress, slipping the red, silky fabric over the curve of her hips to reveal a black bra and panty set that’s mostly lace, covering an ass that could launch a thousand ships.
Carolyn turns back to face me, and I have to take a step back, bite down on one of my knuckles just to keep from ravishing her right here on the floor. The curve of her waist is a fucking symphony, and it plays right along with the swell of her breasts, the lithe legs, the shoulders that make me want to—
“If you’re going to stare at me all night, at least put your hands on me.”
Fuck yes.
I start with her bra straps, hooking one finger underneath each one and pulling them down over her shoulders, and she trembles when I reach behind her and unclasp it, exposing her hard, pink nipples already pebbled with desire.
The panties are next. I drop to my knees and pull them down her legs, inch by agonizing inch, exposing pure perfection. I could fucking worship that all night, but my cock is painfully hard. No more waiting.
She scrambles over to the bed while I rid myself of shoes, socks, pants, boxers, my cock standing straight out. Carolyn sits propped on her elbows, eyes huge and dark, biting her lip, and it takes me two steps to get to her, one movement to be on the bed on top of her, exploring her mouth with my tongue, knocking her knees apart with mine, spreading her wide beneath me.
Carolyn moans into my mouth and opens herself a little bit wider, begging without words.
What kind of man would I be if I let her down now?
I take my cock in my fist and line myself up with her opening, slick and ready and waiting, and she spreads her arms out to either side, tips her head back, and whispers “please.”
I lose control, slamming into her with all the pent-up force of the last few months, and she cries out and wraps her legs around me, drawing me in, and I’m crashing into her, drowning in her, and I never want to come to the surface.
Chapter 9
Carolyn
I wake up deliciously slowly in Ace’s bed at the Four Seasons, the gray light of the early morning filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling windows that reveal the New York City skyline. Ace still sleeps deeply, curled on his side like he’s trying to protect himself.
This is one hell of a room. I stifle a laugh when my brain finally registers that I’m in a canopy bed. It’s so over the top. And I’m pretty sure there’s gold woven into the sheets.
What’s Ace doing here? This has to be the most expensive hotel room in the city, and it’s common knowledge that he has enough money to buy several places of his own. He’s got himself a little palace on top of the Four Seasons, but he can’t stay here forever.
What do I know? Maybe he could.
My muscles are relaxed, and there’s a heat in my chest that stands in contrast with the cool of the room. I don’t remember it being so cold when we first came in, but my mind was occupied with other things. How convenient that Ace likes his rooms at the same temperature I do!
A match made in heaven, I think to myself, then roll my eyes.
I’m trying to play it off like last night wasn’t a big deal, but it was earth-shattering. Ace played me like a violin. I think we had sex three separate times, but in the middle he stroked the most sensitive parts of my folds, traced circles around my nipples with his tongue, licked his way down to the hot, wet center of me and thrust his tongue inside—
My pussy clenches just thinking about it. A new wave of heat rushes through me.
Should I wake him up?
No.
Too early.
I scoot carefully to the side of the bed and put my legs over the side, my feet making contact with the plush carpeting. Shower. Cool off. Wait for him to wake up on his own.
The master bathroom isn’t far. I pad over and close the door behind me.
More floor-to-ceiling windows. I let out a low laugh, because Jesus, this place is something else. I can’t decide if it’s gaudy or amazing. Maybe it’s both.
I pass up the infinity tub—maybe later—and head for the shower, which is by far the fanciest shower I’ve ever seen, and I grew up with the Pierce brothers. My own family’s house had lovely bathrooms that my mother constantly had remodeled, but this one is on another level.
I linger in the heat, shampooing my hair, letting the water envelop me and run down my breasts, between my legs.
Last night was hot. So damn hot. I told myself that I’d enjoy him once, then get the hell out, but…I want more.