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She knew she should say yes. Knew she should find Damien and fuck him and make sure Jamie knew she was doing it. Obviously, stripping hadn’t driven him away, but instinctively she knew if she actually slept with Damien, she’d never have to worry about Jamie pursuing her again.
But she wasn’t going to say yes. She wasn’t going to sleep with Damien.
There was only one man she wanted right now.
She turned to him, brushing her lips against his ear. “You said one night. What will that entail?”
“A private suite. Champagne. And me.”
“I’ll need more than foreplay,” she whispered back.
“Good,” he said, “Because if you come with me, I promise to fuck you until you forget your own name even as you scream out mine.”
God, if she hadn’t been wet before, she was wet now.
Creamy.
Smooth.
Slick.
Ready to take Jamie inside her.
One night. No strings attached.
“Let’s go.”
After dispensing congratulatory hugs to their friends, Lucy and Jamie stepped outside. The crowd from the show had dispersed and they were alone. Taking her hand, Jamie led her around the side of the building where he stopped, grabbed her shoulders, then bent and brushed his lips against hers several times, his kiss restrained even as he grabbed her hips, backed her against the wall, and wedged his thigh between her legs.
The contrast of his gentle touch against her mouth and the aggressive pressure of his body against her core threw her off guard and divided her attention. She wanted him to deepen the kiss. Use his tongue. Teeth. And she wanted him to move his thigh. Rub it against her. Drive her to the brink of orgasm in seconds flat. She whimpered with need and he pulled back to stare into her eyes.
“What do you want, sweet thing? This?”
He pushed his thigh tighter against her, just long enough for her head to fall back in pleasure. Involuntarily, her hips arched into his touch.
“Or this?” he asked before his mouth took hers. His tongue dipped between her lips, savoring and slow. As always, whether it was wild and claiming, or like now, more gentle, Jamie’s kiss made her feel cherished. Complete. As if he was giving her back a piece of herself she’d lost long ago but at the same time making her feel desperate for even more. For something to ease the hollow ache between her legs.
Abruptly, he ripped his mouth away from hers. “I’ve got to get you to a place with a bed. I can’t wait to get inside you, Luce.”
She reached down and cupped his straining erection. “Then call your driver and let’s get there.”
The ride back to the Bellagio, where Jamie and his friends were sharing several suites, was so fast they barely had time to do more than kiss before they arrived. Quickly, Jamie registered for a room, not blinking an eye when he was told the only suite available was the penthouse. They weren’t even touching or holding hands when they got on the elevator, but when the doors slid closed, Jamie grabbed her, crushed his mouth down on hers, and pushed her against the back wall. With one hand on her waist, he slid the other down to the hem of her miniskirt and slowly slipped his hand underneath until he was massaging her ass with his palm.
When the elevator doors dinged, he cursed and dropped his hand but kept her plastered to his side. Two women who looked like they were on their way to a party stepped inside. Jamie only had eyes for her. When they reached the thirtieth floor, the women got out.
No one else got on the elevator as it took them to the top floor. Once there, Jamie practically dragged her into the penthouse suite.
No sooner had the door closed behind them than they began tugging at each other’s clothes. As his mouth slanted against hers, this time hard and forceful, Jamie slid the zipper down her dress then took a step back and watched as she stepped out of it. The dress had a bra built into it so she was now almost nude but for her tiny panties. She saw him shudder as he stared at her.
Reaching out, he cupped one breast and gave her another hard kiss.
She loved the way he smelled: sexy and manly but also with a hint of sweetness, which always made her hungry to taste him. He leaned down and moved his nose across her nipples, making her quiver. Her quiver turned into an internal explosion as he sucked one into his mouth. He nipped and licked at it wildly, and it felt so good that she wanted to scream. Her panties were rapidly becoming saturated and she was already anticipating having him inside of her.
Gathering her hair into his fist, he tipped her head back rather roughly so he could look into her eyes. “I need you, Lucy.”
She was thrilled and excited by his energy, his insistence and his direct, blunt need. He nudged her towards the bed and when the backs of her legs were against it, he twisted her panties in his fist and ripped them from her. Her arousal spiked so strongly she felt dizzy. He was breathing hard as he looked down at her and finished pulling off the rest of his clothes, but not before removing a condom from his wallet.
He looked dark and dangerous, like he’d left the nice guy at the door. He was a man, she was a woman, he wanted her and he was taking her. Lucy fucking loved it.
