Page 34 of His Red Carnation

I tossed our bags into the trunk and slid next to Sloane in the car.

“Those fucking guys.” I pointed out the window. “Does that happen a lot?”

She sighed, taking my hand discreetly, careful not to catch the driver’s attention. “Sometimes. In public places like this, especially when they know to expect me. I hate it,” she admitted, her voice low.

My teeth clenched together. “I’d fucking kill every one of them for you, baby. Just say the word.”

I was joking, but part of me meant it.

She smiled, letting go of my hand for a moment to quickly glance at the driver, ensuring he wasn’t watching.

“Please don’t. I’d rather you be with me than in jail.” She gave me a sly smile, and I prayed the car would pull up to our hotel any minute so I could fuck her in every inch of our room.

After an agonizingly slow twenty minutes, we finally arrived at the hotel. Ana had booked us a place within walking distance of UC Berkeley. I grabbed our bags from the trunk and followed Sloane inside, noticing the young receptionist recognize her immediately.

“Oh! Hello, Miss Martin. Welcome to Berkeley,” she beamed.

“Hi,” Sloane replied warmly. “There should be a reservation under my name.”

The receptionist typed away at her computer. “Yes, we have a suite for three nights. Would you like two keycards?” She glanced between me and Sloane.

Sloane looked over at me, and I tried to keep a few feet of distance between us. “Um…yes, please.”

Once we hurried into our suite, I wasted no time—I grabbed Sloane by the hips and lifted her against the wall. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me, her hands finding my cheeks, pulling me in for a kiss. I needed to be inside her immediately or I’d explode.

“I need you, baby. Being so close to you for so long and not being able to touch you has driven me fucking insane,” I breathed against her skin, trailing kisses from her neck to her cheek.

She moaned, lifting her hips against me, the heat between us igniting further.

“I brought lube. I want you to fuck my ass tonight, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice sultry and full of promise.

She looked at me eagerly as I pulled away, and I couldn’t help but wonder how the fuck I had landed this perfect sexual goddess.

“Oh, you came prepared, huh?” I teased.

She smiled brightly. “Are you proud of me?”

“So fucking proud. Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“You didn’t happen to bring a butt plug, did you?” I asked, wanting to make this as pleasurable as possible for her and prep her slowly.

Sloane blinked, her expression shifting to one of nervousness. “No. Do we need it?”

“I mean, we don’t need it. But it would help prepare your pretty little ass better,” I explained gently.

Her brows furrowed. “Fuck,” she groaned. “Can we go get one?”

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 8:30 p.m. I hesitated, but I knew that going to a sex shop at night was better than doing it in broad daylight.

“Why don’t I just go?” I offered, remembering Ana’s warning to be careful.

Sloane frowned. “I want to go. I’ve never been to one. We’ll be quick.”

Fuck. Why did she always manage to convince me to go along with her bad ideas?

“Baby, my cock is aching, though. We can do anal later. I need to fucking come inside you right now.” I pressed my hard cock against her.

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