HILLARY
Maybe it was one too many vodka crans. Maybe it was the fact that what the fortune tellers had told her got in her head. Whatever the reason was, Hillary had let her hair down in a way she hadn't since... well, maybe ever.
All night her eyes kept going to Murphy. She was used to being around these hockey boys, she'd worked with them for years and never hooked up with any of them. Yet here she was on her way to the elevator with the youngest player on the team.
Was this a good idea? No, it wasn't. But that was a problem for future Hillary. Tonight, Hillary was living in the moment and she didn't want to fight it. No, what she wanted was to feel the delicious biceps of this rookie and ride him until she came, and then do it again. Yep, that was what she wanted.
As the elevator doors slid closed, she turned to him. The look on his face made her smile. It was a look that was part confusion, part awe, and all heat. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him against the back wall.
He looked down at her hand on his chest before looking back up into her sultry gaze. There was a challenge to his gaze, almostlike he was seeing if she was serious about this. She was and she intended to prove it.
She leaned in closer and after a quick pause, she claimed his mouth. This was not a tentative kiss, no, it was a kiss that told him all of what she was about to do to him. He moaned as his hand came up, gripping her waist and pulled her close.
How did this feel so good? It was like a zap of electricity shot through her at his touch. The feel on his assured hands and his hard body pressed up against hers was everything. She was barely aware the elevator had stopped and the door had slid open until Murphy had stopped kissing her.
She turned from him and found herself having to take a steadying breath. She didn't remember the last time a kiss had taken her breath away like that. She must be more intoxicated than she thought.
"Which way, Boss?" Murphy asked as they got out of the elevator.
"What?" she asked, peering up into his brown eyes. She'd never realized just how kind his eyes were until now.
"Where are we headed?"
"Oh, right. Room 503," she said as she reached for her key inside of her clutch.
Murphy put his big hand on her back and guided her down the hallway. She was getting entirely too much pleasure from that small but firm touch. Yeah, tonight was going to be fun.
They came to the door and Hillary inserted the key card. The door whirred and then the lock clunked open as the green light blinked. She opened the door and crossed into the room.
When she turned Murphy was still at the door with that same expression he had when they first got into the elevator.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
"Yes," she said as she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the room.
The smirk that covered his face settled deep in her core, turning her molten. She pushed him up against the wall and kissed him. It was the same claiming kiss from the elevator, but this time she was peeling off his suit jacket before she started to undo the buttons of his shirt. Whether it was the desire or the alcohol, her fingers weren't quite as nibble as she needed them to be.
But he picked up where she left off and undid the buttons as he broke the kiss and began to kiss down her throat.
She couldn't take it anymore. She pulled at his shirt ripping it open popping the last few buttons as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Stepping back, she took a moment to take him in before trailing a finger down the hard planes of his chest. She bit her lip and when she looked back up into his eyes, he was devouring her with his gaze.
"Turn around," he said.
She obeyed, which was unlike her, but she wanted to see where this was going.
He moved her hair to the side with care and for some reason that made her heart dip. But before she could think too much about it his fingers grazed her skin as he pulled down the zipper and he kissed the tops of her shoulders.
"You smell so good," he whispered in her ear as the dress dropped to the floor. Then his teeth dug in ever so slightly to the base of her neck, and she moaned.
"I'm going to need you to fuck me right now," she said pulling him in further to the room.
"Are you sure, Boss? Because I feel like before that happens, I should make you fall apart on my tongue."
"Oh," she said, but then he gently pushed her down on the bed and dropped to his knees. "Well, if you insist."
"Oh, I insist."
He pulled at her underwear. She shifted her weight and he slid them down her lush thighs. Then he pushed her knees wide. She closed her eyes and waited for him to touch her, but he didn't. When she looked at him to see what was taking so long. He was there, kneeling between her legs, gazing at her. The look of awe on his face she tried to ignore.
