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“Hello,” he says.
I swallow as I step to the side. “Come on in.”
He doesn’t move. “Are you sure you want me to come in?” he asks.
It’s a playful tone, one I very much appreciate in the moment. He’s giving me a chance to change my mind; to tell him to get lost and lure some other girl to bed with those icy blue eyes.
But I won’t.
“Yes,” I answer, smiling.
“Are you sure sure?”
I chuckle. “I’m sure.”
“Okay,” he says.
Oliver steps forward, passing me with a few long strides. I grab the DO NOT DISTURB sign off the inner handle and hang it on the outer knob before closing the door and locking it with a firm click.
I turn around and halt, nearly colliding with Oliver’s broad shoulders. He stands there, towering over me with hunger in his eyes. It’s warm and inviting, contagious enough to awaken the butterflies in my stomach.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask, softly folding my hands in front of me. “The welcome girls usually stock the minibar a little too much for me, so…”
Oliver’s eyes glide over me once more and I stop talking. From the top of my head to the wave of my hip to the tips of my shoes. I feel every bit wash over me. His body language, a threat to be taken. My silent replies, a promise to yield.
Oliver steps forward. He reaches out and places both palms flat on the door, pinning me, trapping me. My body responds exactly the way he wants. Loose. High. So easily played into submission.
“Oli?” I ask, already breathless.
He silently drifts closer until the tip of his nose touches my cheek. Warm, smooth lips target my jawline. I tilt into it as sparks rush down my neck.
“If you don’t mind,” Oliver whispers, “I like to be in control.”
I suck in a short, quivering breath. “I don’t mind,” I squeak.
He smiles, those devious lips inching toward my earlobe. He parts them, leaving a tender bite on my lobe, before sliding down to my neck. One kiss. Two. A rush of pleasure as he tastes me.
Fuck, I need this so badly.
Oliver lifts one hand off the door. He touches my neck, slowly curling his fingers around my throat. He tightens just enough to feel my pulse against the pad of his thumb, then releases, softly plunging his hand down my neckline toward the buttons on my blouse. I do nothing but watch as he plucks each button free. He stares into my eyes as he does it, practically fucking my mind. Anticipation brews within me, tightening and twisting my nerves, leaving me shaking before he even reaches my navel.
Finally, he breaks eye contact and looks down. Oliver exhales sharply as he pushes my blouse open. I peek down, having forgotten which bra I threw on this evening before returning to the hotel. Luckily, it’s a good one from my fun and flirty collection. Red. Lacy. Just a little too tight.
“Fuck,” Oliver whispers.
Yup. It’s a good one.
He kisses my neck again, sinking his teeth into the flesh of my throat as he guides my blouse back over my shoulders.
I let it fall to the floor, abandoning the layer of fabric in favor of his warm, firm touch instead. He licks my skin. He gropes my breasts. I gasp and ache, silently pleading for more. I hear the cautious voices in my head reminding me of my rules.
Don’t get involved with co-workers, they say.
This is a mistake, they say.
I know, I reply.
That’s why I like it.
