“I was wondering if it was supposed to be so bitter.Maybe we—”
Brennan leans his full weight on me.I squeak and stagger but regain my balance.My toes pinch in my high heels.After slipping the glass onto the table, I fill my fists with Brennan’s suit coat and look up at his face.
He rights himself but shakes his head.My heart clenches when I meet his glazed eyes.
Heat pulses in my stomach and spreads outward, infecting my organs and lighting a fire in my blood.My tongue and lips tingle as the bitter taste amplifies.Unnatural lust floods my body.Arousal dampens my panties and hardens my nipples.
“Our drinks were spiked,” I say.
He nods.I reach into his pocket and take out his phone.
“Let’s call a driver and—
A wave of need barrels through me.
Brennan’s pulse races in his jugular.His flushed face, quick breaths, and sweaty brow indicate he’s suffering worse than I am.
He drank the whole glass.
Fuck.
I can’t make him vomit in front of all these people.
We don’t have time to go home.
I wave over the nearest waitress and request a roomright now.My eyes refuse to focus, but the sweat dripping down Brennan’s Adam’s apple plays in high definition.
I need him.He needs me.
His hand twitches against my side.I bite back a groan, fighting the urge to grab his wrist and move his thick, skilled fingers to my breast.My skirt brushing against my legs sensitizes my entire body.I can’t imagine how uncomfortable Brennan’s cock must be inside the confines of his trousers.
His magnificent cock.Big.Veiny.Tasty.
Lewd thoughts threaten to consume me as we follow the waitress out of the ballroom and into the elevator.
Time distorts.Brennan’s massive, masculine body fills my senses, but despite the need pounding through us, we don’t devolve into horny beasts.
The elevator doors slide open.Concern spears through me as a familiar figure turns the corner at the end of the hall, but Ms.Baker wasn’t invited to the charity ball and we’re almost to a room, so I usher Brennan to follow the waitress.
When she pushes open a room without fiddling with a key card, my hackles rise.
“No.Not this room.We need—”
The room across the hall opens and an older couple emerges.By the woman’s evening gown and the man’s pinstripe suit, they intend to join the charity event.
Before the door closes behind them, I push Brennan across the hall and into their room.
“I’m so sorry.We won’t touch any of your things, and we’ll pay for your stay—and any future stays as well.Please forgive us.”
Although startled at first, the woman recovers and nudges the man with her elbow.
“Let them, Frank.Remember when we—”
The door closes and blocks out the rest of her words.
I twist the deadbolt and flick the privacy latch into place before turning and grabbing Brennan’s face.He bends, as eager as I, and meets me halfway.With teeth and tongues clashing, I push him deeper into the room, but he grabs my ass, lifts me off my feet, and pins me against the wall.I moan and wrap my legs around his waist as I claw at his nape.
When he has the audacity to lift his head, I close my fist in his hair, growl, yank his lips back to mine, and tear at his suit and tie as I demand a deeper kiss.
