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Tiara found herself standing outside of the door of room 1514 at the Carlton Hotel precisely at eight o'clock. It was like everything in the universe aligned so that she could make this rendezvous without any difficulties.
There was minimal traffic on her way home from the takeout place. Her sexiest lingerie was clean and folded neatly in her dresser drawer. She even got her thigh high stockings on without ripping a giant hole in one of them. This meeting was meant to be.
She gave a nervous little huff before knocking quickly on the hotel room door. Her jaw dropped open when she saw who was standing before her. It was him. Whiskey Eyes from the Chinese place.
“Come in,” that deep voice sounded. Her body reacted in pleasure as she entered the room. Her gaze drifted around the room refusing to land on him. She couldn’t believe her luck. If his body was anything to go by then, she definitely was in for a BigDickRide. “I don’t know how anonymous you want to keep this?” His deep voice was having an effect on her. She could feel the little scrap of cloth she classified as underwear starting to get damp. Her nipples harden inside of the lingerie she wore. Never before had she ever experienced such a reaction. It was as if her body decided to take control of the situation and react to every sound that was uttered from his mouth.
“However, you want to play it?” Was that husky sound her voice? When did she develop that? Wow, she sounded like a phone sex operator. Hmmm, maybe there was a possible side gig to look into after this.
“How about this. You can be my Pillow Pet, and I will be your….”
“Spicy Spring-roll,” Tiara interrupted, “you can be my Spicy Spring-roll.”
He tilted his head to the side, watching her. She felt heat crawl up her brown skin. His gaze was a palpable feeling against her skin. He might as well have touched her. She was sure the reaction wouldn’t have been any different, any less.
“Spicy Spring-roll,” he repeated stringing out the words with a slow sensual smile full of promise of wonderful things to come. “Just call me Jordan.”
She nodded as she came further into the room. Her eyes immediately went to the large bed that dominated the room; the red cover turned back to reveal the white sheets. The lights were turned down low, the air intimate, just the right tone for a debauching.
Tiara started when she felt hands on her shoulders. It was Jordan reaching up to help her off with her coat. He slowly smoothed it down her shoulders, caressing her bare skin as the coat revealed the dress she was wearing underneath. It was a deceptively simple black dress, but it hugged her curves, nipping into emphasis her waist. The sweetheart neckline made her girls look fantastic. This was her favorite dress. She wore it to give her an extra boost of confidence, not something she usually lacked, but this was an unusual meeting, and she didn’t want to fuck it up. No, she preferred to be fucked. Tiara turned as Jordan moved to hang her coat up in the closet by the door before turning back to her.
Those whiskey-colored eyes devoured her, starting at the top of her head. Taking in her blonde hair with the caramel streaks arranged in a knot with tendrils of hair hanging down teasing her bare shoulders. The smooth silk straps of her dress draped across her shoulders, falling down around her body in graceful flowing waves. His gaze continued down her body to encompass her legs encased in the stocking that she took such care to put on ending at the heels on her feet. His eyes met her’s with a look of approval.
She felt both powerful and feminine under his gaze. His hand slid down her arms to tangle their fingers together as he drew her further into the room.
“Would you care for something to drink,” his deep voice ignited the nerves in her body, awakening them to a realm of possibilities.
“A glass of wine would be nice.” How she managed to get her voice to work when she was overwhelmed by his simple touch. No man ever affected her in such a way. A simple touch of his hand. A look in his eyes and she was under his power. His willing slave to do whatever it was that he wanted.
He drew her to the sofa on the far side of the room away from the bed. Suite really. He didn’t have a simple hotel room he had a suite with a sitting area arranged in front of a lit fireplace. Just the perfect ambiance to the night of sensual passion ahead. Jordan held her hand until she was seated on the sofa. She watched as he glided across the room to fix her a glass of wine.
His long confident stride. Sexy.
Tiara sighed with contentment as she watched his ass move. It was a thing of beauty. Nobody should have an ass so bitable. Her mouth salivated with the need to take a nibble. Just a small one. All she wanted to do was to leave a mark.
My god. He was just as gorgeous coming as he was going. She nibbled on her bottom lips to keep herself from jumping up and capturing his mouth with hers. Yes, she knew this was a booty call, but she was still trying to make a good impression. The last thing she wanted was for Jordan to determine that she was an aggressive ball of sexual need in heat. No matter how true that might be, she wasn’t going to give him a hint of desperation that was screaming for her to jump him like a sale on Michael Kors Handbags. She was a mature female. She could keep her needs under control long enough to get to know him a little and not to rip her clothes as she tried to strip them off. She needed her underwear to wear home.
Well, maybe not her underwear, but definitely her dress. Parading naked through the lobby of this upscale hotel was the quickest way to get the cops called on herself. Spending the night in jail for indecent exposure wasn’t on her bucket list.
She accepted the glass of wine from him taking a grateful sip. It was delicious. Light and fruity with the added benefit of keeping both her mouth and her hands occupied. Her eyes were another story. Her gaze hungrily roamed his body as he sat on the sofa next to her. From the thick mane of dark hair that topped his head, down the angular curves of his face. She greedily took in the muscles of his wide shoulders, down his chiseled chest that tapered to his slim waist that she was just dying to wrap her legs around.
Tiara had already taken note of his big hands. They were more than enough to cradle her breasts. She trembled at the thought of them teasing her nipples, bringing them to a peak ready for that wide mouth of his to take them. She gave her head a slight shake.
Control.
The key word here was control. She cleared her throat.
“So…Jordan do you live here in town?” Stupid question. She wished she could take it back. The whole point of using the Proximity app was to stay anonymous. How could they do that if she was asking him questions about his life?
He gave her that slow sensual smile. He must do that on purpose to disarm women. Why else would someone be so good at making her panties wet with just a simple gesture of thirteen muscles?
“No, my Pet,” he infused the words with desire. Tiara’s pussy gushed. There was no hope for her panties. There was no way she would ever be able to get the smell of her desire out of them. “I am only in town for the weekend.”
“Oh? What brought you to town?” Tiara couldn’t stop her runaway mouth. She took a sip of her wine hoping that it would shut her up.
He reached out, picking up her hand, absently playing with her fingers. Stroking his thumb back and forth across the pulse in her wrist, causing it to speed up with every touch as he thought about how to answer her. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer. You can keep your life private.”
