"Are you playing with us, gorgeous?" Hunter steps up next to Skylar, running his hands over her breasts.
"Why would I do that, handsome?" Skylar quips back, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. Her tongue tangles with his, her mouth opening wider on a moan as Paul turns up the setting.
Paul steps up behind Skylar and wraps his hands around her breasts, caressing them as she kisses Hunter. Paul sucks her neck, and she leans her head back on his chest as Hunter kisses down her throat.
"Fuck," I mutter, gripping my hard shaft through my pants as I watch the scene in front of me.
Skylar's eyes open and lock with mine, her face crumpling in ecstasy as Paul slides a finger inside her pants and finds her clit.
The elevator pings, and Paul steps back. Skylar whimpers at the loss, and Hunter lifts her into his arms. Her legs wrap around him, and they continue to kiss as he carries her down the hall.
Paul strides ahead to open the door to the suite. When Hunter pauses to lean Skylar against the wall, I suppress a grin. Hunter was the one who wanted to talk first, but that guy will be the first to cave if we let him.
I follow Paul into the suite, nodding with appreciation at the spread laid out on the dining table.
Around seven o'clock, I contacted the hotel and asked about having dinner sent up to the suite. Skylar hasn’t stopped to rest all day. Once the lunch rush was over, she organized the auction. Cocktail hour followed, with people arriving to celebrate New Year's Eve a day early. It was nonstop, and I didn't see her eat all day. Most of the restaurants are closed tonight, but the hotelcontacted Vance, and he pulled together a spread from a five-star restaurant.
Hunter walks into the room and sets Skylar down by the door. He kisses her forehead and moves away, his pants tented as she stares after him in lust-filled disbelief.
"Let's eat." Hunter claps his hands and sits at the table.
I raise an eyebrow at him, impressed with his restraint.
"Skylar." I pull a chair out for her.
She glares at me before her gaze moves to the food, and she licks her lips. "Fine. But you all better save room. You're eating me for dessert," she grumbles. She throws herself down in the chair, whimpering as she adjusts herself carefully with the plug in place. Once settled, she lets out another little yelp and whips her head to Paul.
He grins and puts down his phone, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Eat," he commands.
She shivers at his tone.
This woman was made for us.
We dig in, enjoying the delicious food and chatting about the upcoming event tomorrow.
"This is so good," Skylar says around a mouthful of pasta. "Vance made this, didn't he?"
I nod. "Yeah, he said he wasn't open for dinner tonight, so I paid him whatever he would make on a regular night, plus a generous tip."
Skylar grins. "Good. I hope he uses that money to bid on someone at the auction tomorrow."
Hunter grabs another piece of bread. "Ms. Diane said he indicated a certain woman of interest on his application, but she's worried he won't get up the nerve to bid on her."
"Did she say who the girl was?" Skylar asks.
Hunter mimes zipping his lips.
She rolls her eyes. "Seriously? You've been in town for two minutes, and you're keeping secrets for Ms. Diane?" Skylar sets her fork down and pops an olive in her mouth.
"Our girl is so testy today," Hunter says to me.
"Huh. I noticed that too." I pretend to be confused. "What's that about, Skylar?”
"He didn't let me come." She turns to me with a pout. "Neither did you."
I grin through clenched teeth, remembering what it felt like to have my cock inside her tight pussy again.
"Did you spend summers here?" Paul asks.
