He waited another excruciating ten minutes, the blood humming like a live wire in his veins. Finally, her breathing leveled out. She was completely under.
Moving with agonizingly slow, calculated precision, David slid his hand under his pillow. His fingers wrapped around the cold metal of his burner phone. He pulled it out, shielding the screen with his body as it lit up against his palm.
A single, thrilling message waited for him.
Katherine:Room 412. He’s out cold. Hurry.
A dark, arrogant smirk curved David’s lips in the dark. The lingering, humiliating sting of Rosália’s icy rejection in the bathroom completely evaporated, replaced by a rush of pure, intoxicating power that went straight to his groin. Sean might be the billionaire. Sean might have the sweeping ballroom, the private jets, and the ability to command the attention of the state’s elite with a single microphone.
But down on the fourth floor, David was the one holding the leash. He was going to spend the next hour making Sean’s brand-new, perfect girlfriend bounce on his cock, completely ruining her for the older man.
David slipped out from under the heavy silk duvet like a ghost. He didn’t bother changing out of his dark, tailored slacks and crisp white dress shirt. He grabbed his room key, his bare feet silent against the plush carpet, and let himself out of the suite. The heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind him, sealing the lie.
The elevator ride down ten floors felt like a descent into madness. He watched the glowing numbers tick down—9, 8, 7—the forbidden rush of what he was doing making his heart hammer violently against his ribs. He was a senior partner. He was a married man. And he was sneaking through a luxury hotel at midnight to fuck his neighbor’s twenty-nine-year-old girlfriend. The sheer, illicit thrill of it was a drug he couldn’t get enough of.
When he reached Room 412, he didn’t even have to knock. The door unlocked instantly, cracking open to reveal Katherine.
She reached out into the dim hallway, her manicured hands grabbing the lapels of his expensive shirt, and aggressively yanked him inside.
The heavy door slammed shut, plunging them into the low, amber light of the hotel room, and she was immediately all over him. She pressed him back hard against the solid wood of the door, her mouth crashing against his in a sloppy, desperate, frantic kiss.
“God, I missed you,” Katherine breathed wetly against his lips. Her hands were frantic, tearing at the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric off his broad shoulders. She hitched a bare, tanned leg up over his hip, grinding her wet center directly against his growing erection through his slacks. “I’ve been going crazy all day. I need your cock inside me right now.”
David groaned, the raw, animalistic heat of her body instantly lighting a fire in his blood. His hands gripped her narrow waist, his thumbs digging into her soft skin. But as her mouth moved to his neck, his mind violently snagged on the humiliating spectacle he had endured upstairs.
He caught her wrists, pulling her hands away from his chest, and forced her to take a step back.
“Wait,” David commanded, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked down at her flushed, lust-drunk face, his brow deeply furrowed with sudden paranoia. “Did Sean say anything strange to you tonight? About Rosália?”
Katherine blinked, her glazed eyes clearing for a fraction of a second. She let out an exasperated, whining sigh, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “David, why would he? Who cares?”
“Because he dragged my wife onto a stage in front of two hundred people and dedicated a speech to her,” David snapped, his possessive jealousy flaring hot and ugly, completely ruining the mood. “Did you not think that was completely bizarre? Did he talk to you about it? Did he suspect something?”
Katherine rolled her eyes, stepping back into his space. Her hands reached out, her fingers tracing the metal buckle of his belt. “You’re overthinking it. Sean just wanted to be kind. He told me earlier that Rosália had helped him coordinate some of the boring details with the hotel for the party. He was just thanking her publicly. That’s it.”
David frowned, the gears in his mind grinding against the excuse.Rosália helped with the party?She hadn’t said a single word to him about helping Sean coordinate anything. She despised event planning outside of her gallery.
But before the seed of suspicion could fully take root in his mind, Katherine dropped to her knees.
The thought of his wife was instantly, violently wiped away. Katherine’s hands made quick, desperate work of his zipper. She pulled down his pants and his boxer briefs in one smooth motion, freeing his heavy, aching, thick erection. The cool air of the hotel room hit his heated skin for only a second before she leaned forward and took him deeply into her mouth.
David’s head fell back against the wooden door with a harshthud. A guttural, ragged groan tore from his throat.
The wet, desperate, tight heat of her mouth was completely intoxicating. She worshipped him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, her throat taking him as deep as she could. David tangled his fingers violently intoher blonde hair, his grip tightening with ruthless, demanding dominance. The primal urge to control completely took over. He pulled her head back just enough to set the rhythm, and began to fuck her mouth hard, driving his hips forward with a brutal, selfish pace that forced her to take every inch of him.
She took it beautifully, whimpering around him, the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth echoing in the quiet room. But the friction was too good. The reality of her on her knees for him, while Sean slept just floors away, pushed him dangerously close to the edge.
“Stop,” David hissed, his hands gripping her bare shoulders to pull her away. He was breathing heavily, his dark eyes entirely feral as he looked down at her flushed face and kiss-swollen lips. “We can’t take too long. And I want to cum deep in your pussy.”
He didn’t give her a chance to stand up. He leaned down, scooping her easily into his arms, and carried her across the room. He dropped her onto the center of the massive, pristine hotel bed. She was wearing a short, sheer silk robe and a matching slip, but David ripped the robe off her shoulders, tearing it down her arms and tossing it to the floor.
He crawled over her like a predator, pinning her wrists to the mattress. He pushed the thin silk of the slip down, completely exposing her bare breasts.
“God, I love these,” David groaned, his mouth closing hungrily over her peak. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as his tongue swirled over the tight nipple. “So firm. So fucking hot.”
Katherine arched her back off the mattress, a loud, breathy, desperate moan escaping her lips as his hands roamed over her youthful, pliant body.
David trailed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her ribcage, over the flat plane of her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sheer panties and tore them down her long legs, tossing them off the bed. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them completely wide, kneeling between them to expose her dripping wet, pink core.
