After a moment, I bring my lips to her ear. “Should we get out of here shortly?”
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathy as we pull away, going to find Coach so that we can say our goodbyes. I’ll see the rest of the team later.
After saying our goodbyes, we head off to the coat room to get our things before we leave. Though, trying to enter, it seems to be locked.
“What the fuck?” I mutter, trying the handle and trying to press the door open with my body weight.
Scarlett’s brows are furrowed as she contemplates the door, looking confused.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” Moore asks, now standing behind us.
“The coat room is locked. We want to bounce.”
Moore makes a face before waving us off. “Do you have your keys?”
Scarlett and I nod and Moore nods back. “I’ll grab your stuff when I leave. Hopefully it’s unlocked by then.”
“Thanks man. You’re the best.”
I wrap my arm around Scarlett’s shoulder ushering her swiftly toward the exit.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Moore calls out from behind us, and I roll my eyes as we walk the five minutes to our hotel.
Hurrying into the elevator, I press our floor number before sealing my lips to Scarlett’s, pressing her back against the wall.
Our lips stay fused as we step out and move down the hall toward our room. Scanning the card, the door opens, and we tumble inside, Scarlett tearing off my tie immediately.
She tears away from me, hooded eyes staying on mine as she walks back toward the bed.
I stay planted where I am, my chest heaving.
She unzips her dress, dropping it, and letting it pool at her feet. She’s left standing there in a tiny matching set, black lace bra and panties, as well as her heels, and my heart just about stops.
“Get on your hands and knees, Levi,” she says, her voice husky, “and crawl to me.”
Holy shit.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
SCARLETT
“Get on your hands and knees, Levi. And crawl to me.” I murmur, letting the tension and desire curl around each word.
His eyes flare with heat, his chest heaving with exertion and desire as he slowly gets down onto all fours, his gaze remaining on mine.
Slowly, he begins to crawl like the good boy he is. Only once he’s at my feet, head tilted back to look at me, do I praise him.
“Such a good boy for me, Carter.” I breathe out as I bend down to drag my thumb across his lower lip. “Do you think that you’ve been good enough to deserve to fuck me?”
A shudder runs through him, his eyes hooded as he whimpers his response. “Yes, Princess.”
I tilt my head, eyes running over him as he turns his head, brushing his lips against the inside of my knee.
“I’m your good boy, Scar.” He whimpers, eyes coming back to meet mine.
Pinching my chin between my thumb and forefinger, I press a firm kiss to his lips. “Get on the bed.”
He moves quickly, tearing off the rest of his clothes before sitting up against the headboard. Climbing onto the bed, I straddle one of his legs as I wrap my hand around his cock, fisting him once.
