Page 2 of Mine to Keep

“Bold choice,” he replies with a smirk.

“And you?”

“Scotch. Neat.”

I should’ve known, if his expensive watch and tailored suit were anything to go by.

I lean back, crossing my legs while a heel dangles from my foot. I catch Tommy’s gaze lingering on the curve of my arch, and goose bumps rise to the surface of my arms.

As the bartender slides our drinks toward us, our subtle dance of attraction continues. Each sip, each shared laugh brings us closer. Our knees touch beneath the table, the contact charged with potential. I find myself lost in the depths of his dark eyes, his glare drawing me under like a riptide. The electricity between us crackles, growing stronger as we surrender to the intensity of our chance encounter.

The clock on the wall ticks, each second dragging me farther from the sanctuary of our temporary escape and back to the reality of our missed flights. As if on cue, Tommy drains the last of his drink, the ice clinking against the glass like a farewell chime.

He places a crisp hundred-dollar bill on the table and rises from his seat. “Shall we?” he asks, offering the crook of his elbow with a mischievous smile that sends my heart racing.

“Of course,” I agree, slipping my hand into his as he helps me from the booth. Arm in arm, we navigate our way across the crowded hall, the noise swelling around us, but our connection remains unbroken. There’s a palpable force that surges in the silence.

Our footsteps echo in tandem as we approach the airline counter, our hopes for a resolution dwindling with each passingmoment. The attendant’s apologetic smile does little to assuage our frustration as she delivers the news:No flights tonight. We’ll have to wait until morning.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but the earliest we can get you both on new flights is tomorrow morning. Hopefully, this will help.” The agent hands us each a voucher for a free night’s stay at a nearby hotel.

Tommy studies his for a moment before glancing over at me, his gaze assessing. “A woman like you deserves something better than a cheap motel. I know a place that isn’t too far away. Care to join me? My treat.”

My breath catches in my throat as I struggle with the weight of my impulsiveness. The allure of the unknown is intoxicating, while the consequences of my actions could be devastating. However, there’s a magnetic pull toward this man that I can’t ignore. I’m torn between protecting myself and embracing this chance. Yet when I stare into his eyes, the decision is easy.

“I’m all yours.”

Tommy arranges for a town car to pick us up, the sleek vehicle pulling to a stop at the curb in front of the airport as the anticipation mounts with each passing moment.

After we’re seated and we’re on our way, Tommy addresses the driver. “Sorry for the short notice, Alex. Thanks for coming back.”

“No problem at all, sir. I’m always at your service whenever you’re in town.”Hmm, guess Tommy comes to Miami pretty frequently.

“We’re you able to book my usual room?” Tommy asks, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp, white shirt.

“Yes, sir. It should be ready for you upon arrival.” Alex glances at Tommy in the rearview mirror.

“Thank you. That’s why you’re the best.” Tommy’s smile is genuine and my appreciation for him grows. He’s kind andcourteous, gives praise when warranted, and takes control when needed.

Everything about this man is attractive.

We enter the luxurious hotel suite and his strong hands grip my hips possessively, pulling me against him. As if a switch has flipped, his lips find mine in a brutal kiss that steals my breath away. He pushes me against the wall, his body pinning mine to the cold surface as he grinds his hips against me. I groan into his mouth.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against my ear, his hot breath making me quiver. “All mine now.”

His words should scare me, but they don’t, and I nod eagerly. My fingers clutch at his suit jacket as he manhandles me like a possession. He grabs my wrists, forcing them above my head before slamming his body into mine again. This time, his hard cock grinds against my stomach, leaving no doubt about what he wants.

Good. I want it too.

“Tell me you want this, Kate, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

“I want you,” I breathe, arching into him. The power dynamic is intoxicating, and I revel in it.

He rips off my clothes, tossing them aside while never breaking eye contact with me. His gaze bores into mine as he takes control of every inch of skin revealed by each layer of fabric he removes. When he reaches for the lacy black thong covering my wetness, I tremble with excitement and fear. He yanks it down, and I gasp at the sudden exposure but can’t tear my gaze away from his intense stare.

“Spread your legs for Daddy,” he commands in a low growl that makes my stomach flutter.

Without hesitation, I obey, as need surges through me stronger than any sense of self-preservation. He steps back fora moment to admire his handiwork before crouching down and pushing two fingers inside me, a rough invasion that makes me cry out with pleasure. He crooks those fingers just right and rhythmically thrusts them in and out while circling his thumb around my clit.

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