“On?”
“Whether you’d like to keep me company or not.” She licked her lips suggestively.
“I’m with someone.”
“So?”
I cocked a brow. Jesus. “What do you mean ‘so’?”
“I’m not fussy.” Rising, she moved closer and toyed with the lapel of my jacket.
“Look, I’m not interested in whatever it is you’re offering,” I muttered, my tone firm. It would’ve been easy to push her aside, but I didn’t want to attract attention. There were too many gossipmongers among the guests waiting for the slightest tidbit and I kept my private life, exactly that. The barstool I sat on, wasn’t spacious and having the leggy redhead pressing against me wasn’t what I needed right now. I moved slightly to ward her off.
“C’mon on big boy, don’t I turn you on?”
Her persistence was shocking and before I could sufficiently react, she slipped between my parted legs, slid her hands down my chest, and kissed me. It all happened so quickly I was caught offguard.
“Well, well, well, I’m guessing you managed to find at least one personal associate, didn’t you?” Ashrika’s steely voice cut through me like a laser beam.
Shoving the redhead aside, I shot up from my seat. “Ash, I—” She swung around and walked off, her shoulders stiff. “Shit.”
“Her loss.” The woman touched my shoulder.
“Get lost, lady,” I hissed, shrugging her hand off my shoulder and no longer caring if someone noticed. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I set some money down on the bar and raced after Ashrika.
I reached the elevator just as she slipped inside. She didn’t see me coming and I hit the floor to the room I’d booked for us before she could press reception. Within seconds her perfect ass filled my hands and I had up against the wall before the doors slid shut behind us. She squirmed and I gripped the back of her head, pressing her face to mine. I took her mouth, hard and fast, sliding my tongue between her plump, pink lips. I rocked into her, my cock nudging her pussy, my free hand claiming her breast, so hard I was sure she’d feel the pinch of each fingertip on her soft skin. Her soft whimper went straight to my balls. Her mouth turned greedy but mine was hungrier and our tongues battled a slick dance of who would devour whom the fastest. Her hips jerked against mine, her hands fisting my hair, telling me she wanted to lead. Unfortunately, I was no longer prepared to wait. Tonight, she’d become mine, completely, and nothing, not some stupid bitch wanting to get handsy, not Zayne’s aggression, and certainly not Ashrika’s resistance was going to deter me.
When I broke the kiss, she narrowed her eyes, breathing hard. “I think you’d better take me home. I’ve changed my mind about staying here tonight.”
I let out a low laugh. “Not fucking happening, sweetheart. Tonight, you’re mine.” I slipped a hand between our bodies and cupped her mound. Her breath hitched. “Remember my promise.” She arched a brow and I smiled, wondering just how long that sass would last. “You won’t know where you end and I begin.” I watched her throat work as she opened her mouth but instead of speaking, she closed it and swallowed. At the soft ding of the door opening, I felt her tense in my arms. “You have two options, Ash. Walk, or I carry you. Either way, we’re still fucking you.”
Pursing her lips, she sidestepped me and walked out. My gaze fixated on her swaying ass as I followed her. When I opened the door to the suite, she entered, stopped in the middle of the room, and crossed her arms over her chest, her jaw set. I smiled. This was going to be fun.
Ashrika
IHAD NO CLUE WHY I’Dallowed Trent to coerce me into staying at the hotel tonight when he fetched me. Worse, I don’t know why I revealed my deep, dark secrets to him, secrets I could’ve acted upon at any time way before Trent. The annoying part—I wanted him. I could’ve gone home and wallowed in self-pity because he’d kissed another woman. Technically, it was her taking a chance, I’d seen her make a play for him and perhaps it was my inner bitch that did it. But I stood back and watched, to see his reaction. And he’d proven me right. He was selective in the women he wanted, and I, unfortunately, wanted him, arrogance and all. Call it morbid curiosity or just pure arousal but I wanted to see if he was a man of his word. He’d sparked a thousand feelings in me that I didn’t know I possessed, and I wanted just one more—the slide of his cock inside me.
