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9
Luke
I reached around into the top drawer and fumbled about among the random items until I found what I was looking for—a small envelope. As I pulled it out, I was startled to feel a finger brush along the strip of skin that had become exposed when I’d stretched over the counter, and as I turned, envelope in hand, I was even more surprised to see Chantelle standing right behind me, a small but ridiculously sexy smile playing on her lips.
Up until that point, I’d gotten the impression that although she was undoubtedly attracted to me, there was a hesitation on her part.
But that smile told me that something had shifted. She was all-in, and this thing was on like Donkey Kong. There was a challenge twinkling in her light eyes too, one I didn’t quite understand, but still wasn’t going to turn down. I figured I’d have fun along the way trying to work it out.
I looped my arms around her waist, and pulled her to me, my mouth swooping down to meet hers, pressing lightly against her lips, but promising more to come.
“If we start something here, I won’t be able to stop, and as much as I’d like to fuck you over this desk and make you scream my name for the whole hotel to hear, I know for a fact that this room in monitored by cameras, and I really don’t want to give my brother a free show. Besides, he’s uptight as fuck and would lose his shit if we caused a disturbance. Come with me before I do something the three of us will regret.”
I reached out with one hand, gently tugging her wrist, urging her to follow me. To my relief, she did as I asked, and we were shortly on our way to the “FF” room in the Wine Merchant—Brad’s bougie boutique hotel. FF stood for friends and family. If the hotel wasn’t at full capacity, the room was available to use at a vastly reduced rate—basically a nominal amount to cover housekeeping costs, though for his three brothers he went one better and gave us free use of the room as and when we needed it.
As we walked inside, I read on Chantelle’s face that she was impressed, and I didn’t blame her. Brad had done a brilliant job in theming and decorating each room, and this was no exception. I led her inside. As the door swished closed behind us I turned toward her again, caging her in with my arms, taking a few moments to admire her epic beauty before again lowering my lips to hers.
Whatever resistance had been there before had truly been swept away, and not only did she return my kiss, but she was fierce with it, biting down on my lip, then smiling against it when I jumped back in surprise.
She caught me off guard again as she started pulling up my T-shirt to reveal my chest, then indicating that I should take it off. Not one to disappoint a woman, I quickly obliged. Her eyes widened as she watched me strip, and I could tell she liked what she saw. I didn’t hesitate in removing my pants also. I knew I wasn’t going to be needing them any time soon, and, more to the point, I loved the way she looked at me as though she’d never seen anything or anyone as hot. I wanted her to see all of me.
Again her eyes widened, but this time, she licked her lips and swallowed heavily. I had an overwhelming urge to bite where she had just licked, but I resisted, instead widening my arms a little in invitation. I’d stepped away from her a little, nearer to the bed. I wanted the next move to be hers.
I didn’t have to wait long. She stepped toward me, slipping out of first her denim jacket and then her shirt, to reveal her lace-clad tits.
“You need to take that bra off, or you can come here and I’ll do it, but I warn you, if you make me work for it, I’m taking it home as a souvenir.”
She didn’t take it off, instead moved toward me, her eyes alight with the challenge.
“Really? Is that how you’re going to play it. All alpha ‘me Tarzan you Jane’.”
Even her voice was sexy in that moment—husky and needy. The sound went straight to my dick.
“Damned straight.” For some reason she brought that out in me. It was a first, but I kind of liked it. I waited to see if she was going to remove the bra, but except for the heavy rise and fall of her chest, she didn’t move.
I reached behind her and undid the clasp, freeing her sizable breasts. They were every bit as glorious as I’d been imagining all night—full, heavy and firm-looking, ripe for sucking.
I dangled the bra between us from the end of my fingertips before throwing it on the heap created by my shirt and pants. Chantelle raised an eyebrow in question.
“A deal’s a deal.” I reminded her. “So now I get to keep it.”
She looked like she was about to say something, but I spoke before she had the chance.
“Same goes for your panties. Take them off or lose them. And hurry up—I’m over here buck naked, and you’re still mostly clothed.”
Her eyes drifted down to my boner, and a small smile graced her lips. If I’d thought I was hard before, that look that held so much promise sent my libido into overdrive, and my cock was stiffer than it had ever been. I was ready to unleash some pent-up frustration, and she was clearly the woman to help me do it.
