I lean over to Collette. "I need to go for a bit."
"Go where?"
"Upstairs."
Her eyes widen. "Did he just rent a room for a quickie?"
"Apparently."
"That's hot. Go girl.” She grins.
"I know."
"Go. I'll cover for you if anyone asks."
"Thank you."
I wait five minutes and then slip away from the table and head to the elevator. The ride up feels endless, my heart is racing, and I can’t believe I am doing this.
Room 1247.
I knock softly. The door opens immediately and Emmett pulls me inside.
"You're crazy."
"No. I just fucking need you,” he growls, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it on the armchair. The room is dark except for the city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view is stunning. Manhattan spread out below us. "I couldn't wait another minute. Watching you all night. Not being able to touch you."
"So, you rented a hotel room?"
"I did." He backs me toward the window. "And I'm going to fuck you against this glass while the party happens below us."
Heat floods through me. "What if someone sees?"
"We're twelve floors up. No one can see. It’s two-way glass, that’s why the lights are off." His hands slide up my thighs, under my dress.
"Emmett …" That is hot.
He spins me around, presses my hands against the glass, and pushes my dress up around my waist.
“We don’t have much time.” His hand slides between my legs. "You're already wet.”
"I've been wet all night watching you.”
"Good girl." He pulls my underwear aside and dips a finger in, making sure I’m wet enough for him. “Perfect,” he whispers into my ear. Then I hear his zipper, and a moment later, he is sliding against my wetness, pushing into me, slowly wetting his dick. Without warning, he bucks and pushes all the way in, hard and deep. I gasp, my hands flat against the glass. "That's it," he growls. "Feel me.” He doesn't go slow, just takes me, pounding into me while I'm pressed against the window, the city lights blurring with each thrust.
“Fuck, baby, I’m close, but haven’t gotten you off yet.”
“Please, just fuck me,” I plead.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I know you will finish me later.”
“Fuck,” he growls as he continues to fuck me against the window. It’s so fucking hot, kinky, and dangerous.
"Emmett …" I moan.
“I know, I’m close, so close.” And then I feel him, filling me up. It’s so hot. “Fuck, Trouble. You are so fucking perfect,” he says, kissing the back of my neck. I hum with satisfaction even though I haven’t come myself. Then suddenly he lifts me up, wrapping an arm around my waist and carries me to the back of the sofa, his dick never leaving me. “Hands on the edge, legs spread, Trouble.” I do as he says, and then he pulls himself from me, but before I can tell him that I’ll make a mess his mouth ison me. This is wicked. I feel him lick, sucking and eating himself out of me. Shit. This is … hot. My mind starts to blank as he continues to go to town between my thighs. My legs on either side of his face, I could sit on him if I wanted to. This angle is so different, and I feel the signs as it creeps over my body.
