“I want to do every filthy thing to you,” she murmured. “I want this to be a birthday you’ll never forget.” Her voice had dropped and her gaze darkened.
“My imagination has gone off the rails, Venus.”
As she repositioned so she could peer into his eyes, she shuddered in a breath. “Tell me your fantasies.”
His gaze dropped to her mouth while he caressed her silky thigh. Up and down, back and forth.You, Providence. You are my fantasy.
Instead, he said, “Rough fucking on hard surfaces. I want to restrain you.”
She nodded.
“I want to kiss you for hours and fuck you with my mouth,” he continued. “I want to make you writhe with pleasure until you have nothing left to give me.”
Her whisper-soft moan landed in his groin.
“Your fantasy will begin with a massage,” she said. After a few more sips, she set the glass on the table, then pinned him with a heated gaze. “Time to play, birthday boy.”
I could go all night with her.
He pulled a bill from his wallet. “No, it’s taken care of,” she said, and caressed his back. The currents of electricity running through him could light up the whole damn city. He was that charged.
With his hand firmly cemented on her sweet, round ass, they squeezed their way around members, heading toward the elevators. His thoughts were laser focused on everything Providence. The way she glided across the floor, the confident way she carried herself. He inhaled her flowery scent, slipped his hand around her waist, and pulled her close.
Bypassing the bank of elevators, she continued toward the stairs. The retina scanner mounted on the wall turned green and she pushed open the door.
Though some members used the stairs, most used the elevator.You’re giving yourself away, Providence.
She climbed two steps, stopped and pivoted to face him. Now eye to eye, she kissed him, her throaty groan turning him harder still. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, stroking his with wild abandon. His body thrummed with an urgent, unrelenting desire. The need to bury himself inside her made him growl. But when she gripped his shoulders and pulled him flush against her, he wrapped his arms around her and he kissed her like she was his. Like she was his beckoning oasis in the middle of the sun-scorched desert.
On a moan, he opened his eyes to find her staring at him. Determined to get a hold on his raging hormones, he slowed them down. He was a grown man, for fuck’s sake. Not a pubescent teenager.
Dakota was out of his mind for her. From the searing look in her eyes, to the intensity of her kiss, he had to have her. All of her, all night long.
He glanced at her chest, admiring the small heart tattoo above her left breast. “Nice tat.”
A flicker of sadness flashed in her eyes before she continued climbing the stairs. But he hung back to admire her perfect ass, the sexy sway of her hips, and those toned calves made longer by her stilettos. She was mouth-watering hot.
They walked in silence toward the Greed room, but his throbbing cock could not be ignored. He couldn’t wait to play with this goddess. This dirty, fantasy-filling woman who turned up the heat simply because she existed.
The retina scan approved his entrance and he opened the door. Rather than gesturing for her to enter, he snaked his arm around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her. “You are so fucking hot.”
A sly smile graced her face, the subtle upturn of her lips made his heart pound harder. She walked into the room and he followed, shutting the door behind him. Alone with Providence for hours and hours. That, alone, was a dream fantasy come true.
This suite included a sheet-covered mattress, a night table filled with condoms, an array of sex toys hanging on the wall, and a Tantra chair in the corner. The red lamp cast the room in a devilish glow.
After removing his shoes and socks, he tossed his condoms on the bed, and he waited. One button at a time, she unfastened his shirt. He studied her face like an artist revels in his muse. She was breathtaking. With his shirt gone, she pressed her mouth to his chest and kissed his heated skin.
He took a deep, relaxing breath. “Mmm, you feel good.”
She scraped her fingernails down his back while pressing her mouth over his nipple. Gentle sucking concluded with a nip. “I love how you’re taking control.”
After giving his other nipple equal time, she bit that one harder and he flinched. “Pain?” she whispered.
Dakota was so used to doling that out, that he paused before uttering, “I want whatever you give me.”
She removed his black pants and tossed those, along with the shirt, onto the chair. Then, she retrieved a blindfold from a hook on the wall. “To enhance the experience.”
He removed his mask and she slipped the room darkener over his eyes. Then, she led him to the mattress and had him lie on his stomach. After retrieving what he assumed was a bottle of lotion, she straddled him and began rubbing his shoulders. He sighed as the stress began to melt away.
