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I smile at his unintended compliment. “I guess I never really thought about it.”
“Most don’t until they find the right partner.” He grinds against me, letting me feel just how hard he is. And fuck, he’s big. I’ll definitely be feeling it tomorrow.
“Well, that’s certainly one way to tempt me, Mr. Wolfe.”
His lips curl into a wolfish grin, no pun intended, and he whispers in my ear. “Is it working, Frankie? Are you ready to give in to temptation?”
Fuck yes. As the music changes, my mind’s made up. Tonight, I’m going to have him. We’ll fuck each other senseless, getting lost in pleasure until we’re both completely satisfied.
Just one night of white hot passion, of carnal bliss with the hottest man I’ve ever known and then I’ll get back to my life and my work.
But right now, all I want to do is fuck this man until I can’t move.
And I plan to enjoy every filthy, naughty, dirty second of it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Frankie
Before the song even ends, Damien has my hand in his, my fingers dwarfed in his huge palm. We rush to the elevator, laughing like giddy teenagers who know they’re up to no good.
In the empty elevator, Damien quickly presses his mouth on mine before the doors slide shut, and with that act, he completely consumes me. Nothing else exists at this moment, not the elevator taking us to the ground floor, not the sounds around the city just outside the window, not even the air I need to breathe.
Finally, a bell chimes, and the door opens. “Damien,” I murmur against his lips.
He pulls back, looking slightly dazed. Clasping my hand possessively, he says, “Come on,” and tugs me out of the building into the warm night air.
I follow without question until the bright lights of an expensive hotel come into view. By then, my woman and my cop brain kick into high gear. Two blocks later, we’re inside the hotel, and two minutes later, Damien has a key card in one hand and the other wound tightly around my waist.
The moment we step inside the VIP elevator, his mouth and hands are all over me again. His lips touch my collarbone, and my head falls back just as a moan explodes out of me. His hands start in my hair, sliding down my back until they cup my ass and bring me flush against his thick cock. “Damien,” I moan and press my body against his.
He growls from somewhere deep in his chest, and it sends another shiver racing through me. My hard nipples ache for the cool, wet feel of his tongue. My body is on fire, and I’m not sure I can wait until we get to the penthouse floor.
Luckily for me, the elevator stops, the doors slide open, and Damien waltzes me from the elevator. Despite how fancy and expensive everything is, from the carpet to the flower vases dotting the hall between the elevator and the room door, I can only think about all the red flags waving in front of me. I come to a dead stop at the halfway point.
“Having second thoughts?”
I nod, glancing at Damien’s chiseled jaw, and then the hotel door at the end of the hall, mocking me while also promising me a damn good time. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Ahh. The good girl returns,” he says in a flirty tone.
I put a hand on his chest, refusing to let his taunting change my mind. I want him but I need some answers.
“Why are we at a hotel? Do you have a wife and kids at home?” He wouldn’t be the first married man to play the single game.
His lips spread into a smile that turns into a laugh. “I just wanted to impress a beautiful woman.” He takes my hands, pulling me against him and tilting my head up so we’re eye to eye. “The truth is, I can’t wait to have you, and this is the closest hotel to the restaurant. But,” he says, brushing the softest kiss to my lips before pulling back, “if you want to go to my place or yours, I’ll try to make it without dying of want.”
My body coils so tight with the need to come, a real, man-caused orgasm, that I’ll believe anything he says that’ll get us inside a room where he’ll fulfill every dirty promise he’s made this evening.
“Later,” he growls before nipping my ear. “I promise to take you to my house and fuck you on every surface in my home.” Then his mouth is on mine again, and before I know it, we’re on the inside of the door, and he presses my back against it.
I feel more feminine than I have in a really long time. The parts of me I keep hidden and professional sink below the surface, and I lean into the silky, soft, delicate parts as Damien’s fingers dance down my arms and across my collarbone. He kisses me like I’m precious, cupping the back of my neck as he moves across my body.
“This has to go,” he whispers as he lowers the straps of my dress before searching for the hidden zipper, touching me until I shake with need. “Much better,” he coos as the silky fabric slides to the floor. His gaze is so dark as he takes in the sight of me in nothing but black lace. “Fuck, Frankie.”
“Yes, please,” I moan, breathless at the naked need burning in his eyes.
“Perfect.” He grips my panties at the hip and in one quick yank, they’re in tatters on the floor. “Even better,” he grunts before burying his face between my thighs, but Damien isn’t a quick draw. Oh no. He takes his time, breathing in the scent of me while roughly massaging the back of my thighs and my ass.
