“I don’t care,” Antonio said, kissing along Jackie’s jawline. “Let them watch us, Lucky.”
Jackie could feel her thong sticking to her skin, her whole body feeling hot. She was going to come right then and there if this man didn’t put her down. But she couldn’t will her legs to let go of Antonio. It was the ride of her life, and she was going to hold on for as long as she could.
When the elevator finally announced her floor, Antonio put her down. “Enjoy the ride?” he asked.
Jackie quirked a brow, adjusting the hem of her dress. “Is it over?”
“Hell no,” Antonio declared. “We are just getting started.”
Jackie hit the keycard to her two-bedroom suite, pulling Antonio inside. He spun her around, kissing her as they moved backward into the space.
“You know,” he said, breaking their kiss. “I’m starting to think we’re only going to have sex in hotel rooms.”
Jackie laughed. “Next time, we can try your bed. Or mine.”
“I’d like that. If you’re really good, maybe I’ll cook for you afterward,” Antonio said as he kissed her, palming her curves as he did so.
Jackie moaned into his mouth. She had missed the feel of his hands against her body. “Aren’t I always good?”
Antonio lifted her chin, staring into her eyes. “Lately, you’ve been a pain in my ass, Lucky.”
Jackie’s eyes softened as she stared back at him. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” Antonio said. “Because I should have told you that you and me keeping it ‘friendly’ was a bad idea.”
Jackie snorted. “Damn, tell me how you really feel.”
Antonio rubbed his thumb across her cheek. “We can’t stop the inevitable, Jackie. I’m tired of fighting this; aren’t you?”
“I am. Whateverthisis….”
Antonio frowned. “What do you mean ‘whatever this is’? You’re mine, Lucky. I’m yours. Do I need to spell shit out for you?”
“Yes, you need to spell it out.”
“Do I now?” Antonio gave her a devilish grin. She loved the fact that he always understood whatever it was that she was putting down.
He picked her up and walked her to the dining table in the suite, placing her on it.
“You sure do love a table,” Jackie remarked. She felt his warm hands slide under her dress, tugging at the sides of her thong.
“Where else am I going to eat my meal?” Antonio asked as he slid her thong down her legs. She watched as he sniffed the seat, tucking them into the pockets of his pants. She’d lost count of how many pairs of her panties he’d pilfered. She knew she wasn’t going to get those back, so she wasn’t even going to ask.
Antonio gripped her by the thighs, spreading her legs apart. “You said you need me to spell it out, right?”
“Yes. I do.”
She watched as Antonio’s head slid between her legs. When his tongue licked the juncture of her thighs, Jackie let out a low groan so unrecognizable, she wasn’t sure it was from her. Antonio moved to her heated center, licking and tasting her like his life depended on it. Jackie held on to the table, thanking God that it was marble.
Antonio lifted his head, his facial hair wet and glistening. “Did you understand that? The words I spelled?”
“Uhm no? What did you spell?” asked Jackie, breathlessly.
“‘This pussy is mine.’”
“Is it?” Jackie questioned. Why the hell did she do that? The look in Antonio’s eyes went damn-near feral.
Antonio sucked his teeth. “Oh, so first you lost your voice; now you’re losing your hearing too? Maybe I need to spell my name on it, so you really understand.”
