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He stands, finishing his drink and placing it on the bar. He takes a step closer to me; he is so much taller in real life than he seems on the TV playing soccer. I have to kink my neck to look up at him, and I'm not short for a girl.
He assesses me, his eyes dancing with delight, and I wonder what he's thinking. "What would work on you, Andy?"
I swallow the lump in my throat—standing this close to him, the way he's looking at me.That's what works for me, my lady parts are screaming at me. But I'm not telling him that. "A girl can't give away all her secrets, Brad." I pause, racking my brain for something good to come back with. "How about this? Why don't you tell me exactly what you have in mind for this evening, you know, if I were to come back to your hotel room. Then I'll decide if it sounds worth my time or not." I almost whisper the words. I'm trying to act my confident self, but I'm melting from the heat he's radiating, and my mind is turning to mush.
He leans down, his mouth nearly touching my ear. "The hottest fucking night of your life, pretty girl. I promise, you won't regret it." He pulls back from me, the sexiest fucking smile ever crosses his face, and I know I'm screwed.
I'm not getting this guy's number to win a bet against my girlfriends.
I'm leaving here with him, and he knows it.
Chapter Two
Andy
No sooner havethe doors to the elevator closed are Brad's hungry eyes set upon me. My mouth is dry, my heart pounding as he closes the gap between us, slamming me into the wall like he couldn't have waited another second to get his hands on me.
Fuck. He's so hot, the way his large frame dominates mine as he grabs me, holding me in place as his lips devour mine, his tongue invading my mouth. He tastes of whiskey, and it's such a massive turn-on.
My hands run through his short hair while his skate down my back, sending shivers in their wake. He stops when he reaches my butt, dragging me even closer to his hot body. Letting me feel the effect I have on him, with his hard length pressed into me. He lifts me, and my legs wrap around him as he pins me to the wall behind us, our bodies pressed even closer together.
Our kiss is feverish. I bite his lip and grind against him. I'm not one to hold back in the bedroom. I go after what I want, and right now, I couldn't care less that we're in a hotel elevator—I want him now.
I arch my back, pressing my breasts toward his chest, and his hand skims my tank, palming my breast, my nipples already hard and aching for his touch. I groan into his mouth as he rolls my nipple between his fingers.
The elevator dings and another couple enters. Shit. We must have forgotten to actually press the button for his floor, and we're still just sitting in the lobby. Whoops.
We pull our mouths away from each other and I slide my legs back down to the ground. "Sorry, we got a little carried away," I offer to the bitch death-staring us. She turns up her nose and looks to the front of the elevator.
I try to stifle my giggle, but when I look at Brad, his face says it all—he thinks this is just as funny as I do. It's pretty hilarious. We just got caught practically dry-humping in the elevator. I burst out laughing, and he pulls me back toward him, hugging me from behind. "Behave, pretty girl. They don't look impressed," he says softly into my neck.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, trying to get the laughter bubbling up inside of me under control. He wraps his arms around me. I can feel his hard cock pressed into my butt. My lady parts throb with anticipation of what is about to come. When are we going to get to his room already and away from these stuck-up snobs, who have probably never had a fun day in their lives, judging by their stone-cold expressions?
His hotel was just a short walk up the street from the club, and I'm glad. The sexual tension between us wasn't going to last much longer before I pulled him into an alley and asked him to fuck me up against a wall. It was a real possibility. I texted the girls to say where I was headed. I'm a little reckless in life but I don't have a death wish, and I knew they would worry.
We arrive at the third floor and the other couple steps out, though not before giving us another dirty look. The poor dude is probably just jealous his missus is so stuck up he doesn't get to have any fun. "Try finding her clit tonight, she looks like she needs a release. An orgasm would help," I call to them as the doors close. The woman looks murderous, and the guy tries to calm her.
"Andy." Brad pulls me toward him.
"What? I don't know what her problem was, I was trying to help." I laugh.
I spin back in Brad's arms, locking our lips again. I need another taste of him. The next floor is his, and we clumsily make our way out, bumping into walls, still attached to each other. God, I have never wanted anybody so badly in my life.
His door is right across the hall, and he pulls a key card from his pocket and swipes us in, our bodies still intertwined. I stumble backward, but he holds onto me, slamming the door behind us.
Alone in his room at last.
His lips are back on mine, and I kiss him like I could die if I don't get another taste of him. I shrug out of my jacket, letting it fall to the floor so he can touch me. His hands run up my arms then settle in my hair. He pulls back from me, his gorgeous eyes looking straight into mine. He slips the bobby pins from my hair, letting it fall down my back, long and thick. His hands comb through the messy strands as he gazes at me.
I pant, trying to catch my breath from that kiss. Something strange is happening here, and I pull back from him, completely dropping my eyes. His stare is intense, and it scares the shit out of me. What was that look? It was way too intense for a quick fuck, and that's all this is because that's all I do, and he's off back to England in the morning. He shouldn't be looking at me like that. My heart is pounding, this is all so extreme.
Teenage-me fantasized about what it would be like to kiss him, but this was so much more than I could have imagined. I need a little space for a second. My head is swimming with the alcohol I consumed and the deep need I have for him.
I stroll around the room, taking in my surroundings. It's fancy, large, with floor-to-ceiling windows framed with luxurious drapes, and sliding doors that open onto a wrap-around balcony. The color pallet is neutral with a hint of blue, and it looks ultra-modern and trendy. I'm not new to expensive hotels or luxurious accommodation; my family did plenty of travel when I was growing up, and it was usually in the nicest places money could buy. This place would have cost a bit, even if it is just for the night.
Brad kicks off his shoes, removing his jacket and placing it over a chair. I can't help but watch him as he moves around the room. He has so much confidence, one of the things I find sexiest in a man. I know he's quite a bit older than me, must be close to ten years, but tonight, like this, it's not like you can even tell—and besides, I don't care. I like older guys, they know what they're doing. Not like guys my age who only seem to care about themselves in the bedroom.
"Drink?" he asks, taking two glasses and pouring himself a whiskey from a bottle at the bar.
