“The romance had fizzled out.”
I nod. “He used the excuse of working late and not wanting to disturb me when he got home to sleep on the couch. That had become his bed for the last six months. Lying, cheating scumbag.”
He leans in close.
His expensive cologne drifts to my nostrils, along with a copious dose of pheromones.
“Were things hot and heavy between you and your boyfriend before they turned cold?”
“For the first four months, it was exciting, but the moment we moved in together…” I sigh. “Everything between us became boring. And then I find out in the year we’ve been living together, he’d been cheating on me for six months. No wonder he was ignoring me.” I sigh again. “Thank God for BOB.”
He furrows his brows. “Bob?”
“My collection of battery-operated boyfriends.”
He nods a few times. “I can solve your problem.”
“I don’t follow.”
He leans close until his lips touch my earlobe. “McKenzie, you need to be properly fucked to make up for so many months of neglect.”
A little zip of awareness scuddles down my spine as those words land. The sensation is so delicious, I'm tempted to squirm as need pools in my core like warm honey.
He scoots his stool closer so our seats, thighs, and armstouch. He turns his head in my direction, pins an elbow on the bar top, and places a hand in front of his mouth as a shield. “Forget about ending a dry spell. I want to ride you so hard, you’ll lose your voice for the coming week because you’ll be screaming out my name at the top of your lungs as I make you come over, and over, and over again.” His voice is doused in whiskey.
I press a hand over my chest to catch my breath.
Maybe I need to douse my body in whiskey to cool down.
I scan behind the bar, searching for any waiter privy to this salacious conversation. They’re all busy slinging drinks and chatting to patrons to pay us any mind.
“I want to ravish your sinful body in every possible position, against every fucking surface of my hotel room. All. Night. Long.”
Yes, please.
“I don’t want to leave an inch of you untouched.” His breath is warm against my ear, his husky voice doing things to me. “When I’m done with you, I’ll have turned you into an addict. A junkie who gets off on my cock.”
My panties erupt in flames and my pussy is on the verge of liquefying into a pool of lava, and ruin the carpet at my feet.
I swear, the A/C in this swanky lounge must be faulty.
I swipe above my upper lip and fan myself.
“Too hot to handle?”
I stare at him, my pulse pounding.Way too hot to handle.“That’s a big promise.”
“Here’s the thing about me, McKenzie, I always—always—overdeliver.”
My toes curl in pleasure in my strappy heels. I’m so aroused, I could climb into his lap and grind against him like a cat in heat until I come. His sexual magnetism has been off the charts from day one, but this evening, it’s at Richterscale levels.
He reaches inside the pocket of his jacket, pulls out a hotel card, holds it between us before dropping it on the bar countertop. He slides it toward me. “You take me up on my offer or you go home to your collection. What will it be, McKenzie? Beckham or BOB?”
An electrical current sizzles through me, lighting up every nerve ending.
I grab the card, open my clutch, and drop it inside.
I meet his gaze. “Beckham. Definitely Beckham.”
