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His smile is slow and sultry, and I suddenly feel like the room is ten degrees hotter. He leans down so I can hear him more clearly, lips at my ear. “So you’re saying that if I fuck you, you’ll be able to tell how well I dance?”
My breath goes short in my chest and I can hear my pulse in my ears. My whole body is pulsing with desire. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”
He chuckles, and pleasant shivers run down my spine. “You really want to know how well I dance that badly?”
The heat running through me forms a blush, but the words I want to say come tumbling out of my mouth anyway. “Maybe,” I say, following our theme of the night, “or maybe I just want you to fuck me.”
Glenn’s eyes go dark, and all pretense of dancing is lost as he leans down to kiss me. It’s not a soft kiss, it’s heat and fire and promise. I moan into his mouth, and he drags me closer to him hauling me off my feet and against his body so he can kiss me harder. “I’m in town for the night,” he says, breathing hard between devouring my lips. “I have a hotel.”
“Perfect,” I say. I don’t want to go to mine, the inexpensive Airbnb that’s a room in someone’s apartment. Somehow I don’t think that bringing back someone to fuck would go over well.
We don’t move right away, we’re still kissing. I let my hands roam across his body, feeling him through his clothes. God, I want to feel him without his clothes. I’m wet beneath my jeans, and I need more than this. If we don’t leave, I’m going to drag him somewhere in the club, and I don’t care how many people watch.
That’s probably the alcohol talking. But who cares. “Let’s go,” I say.
His hands don’t leave my skin as he guides me back to the bar and pays the bill, and grabs the bottle of the whiskey from the bartender. I take a swig of it when he offers it to me, savoring the burn in my throat.
We’re on the curb now, and the September air is perfect. The heat of the day is gone and it’s cool enough to be comfortable, with a breeze blowing across my skin. Glenn’s arms come around me from behind and I sink into them, loving the feel of his lips on my neck. God, this is so good. So, so good.
A car pulls up, and Glenn opens the door for me. I slide inside, and we’re kissing before the door even closes behind us.
When Glenn said that he had a hotel, I was thinking a normal hotel. You know, with a room and a bed and maybe a little sitting room. Nope. This is a fucking luxury hotel. And we’re in a suite. I think it might be the penthouse, but I didn’t really pay attention in the elevator—Glenn’s hands were distracting me.
There’s a wall of windows overlooking downtown Nashville, the whole city looks like a sparkling maze of lights. There’s a giant TV and a fireplace and what looks like a full office set up. Holy shit.
I mean, I really should have expected it. This guy dropped who knows how much money on some of the most expensive whiskey around. The entire fucking bottle, which is now sitting on the counter in the full kitchen. This kitchen is nicer than the one in my house.
Glenn chuckles, and I realize that I’ve just been standing in the middle of the suite staring. My head is still spinning delightfully with the alcohol, and I know that my filter is gone. But it’s the good kind of gone. I feel comfortable and free. “So you’re like, really rich,” I say.
There’s that half-smile again. “I do all right.”
“I think that’s a lie,” I say, a laugh bubbling out of my chest, “but I won’t push you on that right now.”
“Why not?” He’s grinning.
I wipe the smile off my face. “Because I came here for a reason, and you’re not touching me.”
Glenn goes still, that powerful hunger crossing his face again. He’s in front of me in moments, pinning me against his body again. “How’s that?”
I shudder. “That’s good.”
“I want you to be sure,” he says. “I don’t want this to be because you want to thank me for getting that creep off you or because you drank too much. I want to know that you’re here with me because you want to be here and no other reason.”
“Yes,” I say. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
I reach up and drape my arms over his shoulders. “I’m here because I want you. I’m not saying that you stepping in has nothing to do with it, but I wouldn’t be here just to say thank you. I want your cock inside of me, Mr. Rich Glenn.”
