At the end of the hall, he headed up a staircase, stopping halfway and pushing her against the wall, kissing her, tasting her, touching her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe.Until she wanted to climb his body and take him inside her.His delicious taste filled all her senses.
“Somewhere special,” he whispered against her lips.
Leading her up to the next landing, there were far fewer people milling in the halls.He tried a couple of doors, found them locked, and moved on.
Until finally there was an unlocked door, and he pulled her inside.
It was a bedroom done in black, white, and silver, with a thick black comforter and silver and white pillows on the bed.And mirrors on the walls and ceiling so they could see themselves.
Her heart was beating hard, her chest rising with her breaths.
Knox picked her up then, laid her on the bed, and slid his hands beneath her dress.“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, I’ve made myself nuts with it.”Then he spread her legs and pushed the dress over her hips.“Christ, I’ve dreamed about this, tasting you, taking you.”
He gazed down at her as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world.Then he bent to her, taking her with his lips and his tongue.She gasped at the sheer immensity of the pleasure he gave her, the sensual stroke of his tongue, the feel of his fingers filling her.Arching, throwing her arms above her, a moan slipped from her lips, then a cry.She was close, so close, just with the first touch of his mouth on her.All the weeks of listening and talking, wanting and needing, coalesced into this moment.
She had to see him, needed the sight of his beautiful face as well as feeling the texture of his tongue and the slide of his fingers.Pushing up on her elbows, she savored his dark head between her legs, his eyes closed as he hummed against her, his lashes long and lush.She didn’t need the fantasies.She didn’t need the phone calls.She neededthis, the flesh-and-blood man making her body soar.
Then she sawhim, the silver fox, leaning against the doorjamb, his eyes on her.Even from the bed, with Knox spreading her legs, she could see the burn in the man’s gaze.
It was too much.It was as if this moment with Knox wasn’t theirs at all.As if it suddenly it became cheap and dirty.Nothing like her fantasies and everything like the dirty movies her husband watched, fucking her as if she were just a sex toy.
And she couldn’t do this.Not when the only thing Knox really wanted was to prove he wasn’t a cuckold.She reeled away from him, scrambling off the bed, shoving her skirt down.He wanted to do the screwing, the cuckolding, not the one who could only watch.Despite all her talk, all her fantasies, all her wild stories, she couldn’t do it.Maybe an audience would be fine later, but not now, not in this place.Not this first time.
Both hands braced on the bed, Knox looked at her.“Don’t make me stop.”
She shuddered, glanced at the man leaning so nonchalantly in the doorway.“I just can’t, like this, being watched.”
“I thought that was your fantasy.”Knox’s voice was soft, cajoling, even begging.
“Not like this.”Not the first time Knox slid inside her, the first time he made her come on his cock.
“We don’t need him to watch,” he offered.
But she was afraid Knoxdidneed it.And the only explanation she had was, “Not the first time.”
He heaved himself off the bed, turned, looked at Silver Fox.“It’s not happening tonight.”
Instead of getting mad or calling her a cocktease, Silver Fox smiled.“Maybe you’ll want me for the second time.Just ask for Vince.They know me here.”He pushed away from the doorjamb, stepped back, looked at her one last time.“You would be a beautiful sight to watch.”Then he turned and disappeared.
Knox strode to the door, shut it, and still, she couldn’t let him take her here.Maybe it was this place, all the meaningless sex around them, all the fantasy fulfillment that just seemed tawdry.It was all too much.She couldn’t do this with him.“Not here.I’m sorry, but please, not here.”
He stood with his hand on the doorknob.“I need to give you your fantasy.”
She couldn’t say this washisfantasy, the cuckold finally doing the cuckolding.She wished he’d never told her that story.“I know it’s been my fantasy on the phone.It was my fantasy that night, when you were listening, but I’m not ready to make the fantasy real.”
He held out his hand.“Tell me where you want to go.And I’ll take you there.”
She shook her head, her hair wisping across her face, “I don’t know.Just anywhere but here.”
Instead of waiting for her to take his hand, he smoothed down her skirt, straightened her dress, brushed her hair back from her face.
Then, finally, he smiled, easing all the tension riding her muscles.“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
His grip was reassuring, his hand warm around hers as he led her down the stairs, along the crowded hallway that suddenly seemed claustrophobic, the sex right in front of them, as if all these horny people couldn’t wait to find one of the rooms.Maybe that was good; maybe it made the women feel wanted beyond measure.
But it all turned Summer dizzy.
In the lobby, the couple who’d greeted them was no longer there, though the waiter still handed out champagne.Knox grabbed a glass, ushered her through the congested foyer and out the door.
