“Enough to get the answers I needed.”
He kissed me softly as we waited for the elevator, and when the doors opened, he practically threw my carryon into the elevator before picking me up, carrying me in, and pressing me against the wall. He kissed me fiercely as he reached over and hit one of the floor numbers. I wrapped my legs around him, and when his fingers grabbed my ass, I didn’t bite back the moan that flowed through me.
He leaned back as he asked, as if we hadn’t just made out like high schoolers, “You really didn’t know I was meeting you at the airport? Katie didn’t tell you?”
“Nope. She had just said to look to my left. That was all.”
“How would she have known I was on your left? I had been pacing the length of that room for thirty minutes once I saw your plane had landed.” He said, but pressed himself against me. I rolled my hips against him as he leaned forward and kissed my neck.
I tilted my head back and reveled in the feeling of his lips on my skin. It took a lot of concentration, but said, “But you know Katie. She knows things.”
He hummed against my skin and when the elevator dinged and stopped, he reluctantly set me down, but not before running his hands over my bare ass and setting my dress right.
Rylie turned to grab my carryon, and when I looked at him, there was a small wet spot on the front of his pants. I huffed a chuckle, and I am sure there was a satisfied gleam in my eye.
“What?”
I reached over as the doors opened, and rubbed at it softly saying, “You may have a bit of leakage on your pants.”
When I turned around, there was a couple waiting to enter. The man looked at Rylie and smiled, and the woman was laughing. I just looked at them and shrugged.
“You are horrible.” Rylie said behind me after the doors closed and he took my hand again. “Come on. The room is this way.”
“The last room in the hall?” I shook my head. “Let me guess. Your special request?”
“Guilty.” He said, holding the door open for me, and then brazenly looked me up and down.
Soft light filled the room, and I froze when I looked at it. “This is not the room that Sam arranged for me to stay in, is it?”
“It isn’t.” He said, sliding his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
I looked around at the full dresser, fifty plus inch television, king sized bed, full sitting area, and the near floor to ceiling windows with the most spectacular view of the city. Rylie reached out and pointed off to the right. Shit, there was even a lake view.
“Sam isn’t going to cover this room, Rylie.” I whispered the words, not knowing what to do. It was beautiful, but I was on a travel budget. The company was on a travel budget.
“Well, that is right. He will not be covering the room. I am.” He whispered up my neck and nibbled on my ear.
“I’m sorry what?”
He turned me to face him, lifted my chin, so that I was looking at him. “There is much to talk about, sweetheart. Right now, though… if I don’t bury myself inside of you, I might lose all semblance of sanity.”
Then his lips were on mine, hands making quick work of the laces of the corset, and sliding up under my dress. His fingertips trailed lightly against my skin as he pulled my dress off in one fluid movement. I was pulling his pants off, as my bra released, and his hands were instantly there, cradling my breasts and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.
I pulled his shirt up over his head and, before it hit the floor, he had hauled me into the air, and threw me onto the bed. When I went to sit back up, my eyes wide, the look he gave me held a command to not move a muscle. His eyes held mine as he crawled up the length of my body. His tongue swirled around one nipple and then the other as my back arched, and the movement of the butt plug hit that spot again.
“Rye.” I whispered.
“Sweetheart?” His voice was smug as I moved my hips along the length of him. He pulled back and reached down, running a single finger through me, back up and around my clit, before traveling back through me and rotating the butt plug. Then he was gone.
“What are you?” I said, sitting up, and then froze when I saw him digging through my carryon. When he strode back to me, he had the lube. “Oh, fuck.”
“That is the plan, sweetheart.” When he reached me, he said, “On all fours.”
I obeyed, but shivered when I felt the cold lube hit my skin. He worked the plug in and out, ensuring I was still plenty lubed and ready.
Only when he ran himself along the length of me, and I pushed against him, he grabbed my waist and picked me up, turning me to face him.
“What are you doing?” I said, wrapping my arms around him.
