Page 8 of Forbidden Desires

I’m not used to a guy being so forward with me, especially one I just met. But I want this. “I like that idea.” I stand from my seat, and he takes my hand in his, walking with me out of the bar. I don’t see Dallas around, and I’m grateful I can avoid any more awkwardness.

“Where are you staying?”

He motions to the hotel across the road. “We came for a drink here tonight because it was close.”

“Here I was thinking you chose this bar because you knew there was a damsel in distress waiting for you inside.” I laugh at my own joke.

He turns to me, running a hand over my face. He’s not laughing; he looks serious. His hands are big and rough, but he’s so gentle. Something about the way he’s looking at me sucks the air from my lungs and the words from my lips. I’m left staring back up at him, waiting for him to make the next move because I’m no longer able to control my own body. “That’s exactly why I came here tonight. I’m here to rescue you,” he says, pulling my face to his and kissing me with a desperation I didn’t expect. But I feel it too, this need to have his skin on mine.

I get lost in the moment, and the noise of the traffic and people disappear. It’s just me and him, and his hand on my waist and my hand in his hair as he parts my lips, his tongue sweeping through my open mouth. My heart hammers in my chest. I think I have just made the best decision of my life, to start following my instincts, because if they all lead to something as amazing as this kiss, my life is about to change for the better.

Chapter 5

Brody

Ibreak away from our kiss, needing a moment to collect myself. From the moment I laid eyes on her, her captivating lips have been a temptation. The wayshe looked at me, as if I could be her savior, made it impossible to hold back any longer. Although I'll never see her again, tonight I want to be that savior. When the rest of my life feels like it’s falling apart, if I can at least be her hero for one night, I can feel like I’m not the asshole everyone thinks I am. I’ll be the guy who helped her move on from her shitty ex. And she can give me an escape from the messed-up situation my father has landed me in.

Taking her hand again, she flashes me a stunning smile as we cross the street. I’m so attracted to this girl, I want my hands on her any way I can get them.

There are only a few people in the hotel lobby now, just one couple waiting for the elevator. The button dings, and the four of us make our way inside. I stand with her at the back, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. As the doors close and the other couple look to the front, I place a kiss just below her ear, enjoying the way her skin prickles with my touch.

Gigi gives me a look, telling me she wants more, then tilts her head so I can continue nibbling. Her hand is tangled in my shirt, her nails grazing my skin. The elevator makes a ding to indicate we've reached the floor for the other couple. They hop out, and as soon as the door closes, I push her against the wall and cover her lips with mine. Ravishing her with kisses, my hands move over her body, landing on her ass with a rough squeeze. I’m so desperate for her I could take her right here. By the time we make it to the twentieth floor, the penthouse, my shirt is half untucked, my throbbing dick desperate to escape the confines of my suit pants. Her hair looks like she has been caught in a windstorm.There’s pink lipstick all over her face and my shirt collar. And fuck, she looks even hotter.

She catches sight of herself in the mirrored doors. “I’m a total mess.” As she laughs, her attention shifts to me. “We both are.”

“No one else in sight but us, and I think you look sexy as hell.” I chuckle playfully, wearing a lighthearted grin as I lead us into my room for some fun. It’s a luxury suite with a mezzanine level separating the bedroom and the kitchen and living room space. All in various shades of white and cobalt blue, it exudes opulence. It’s exactly what I expected when I booked the penthouse. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for The Alexander’s best room where I have been staying while I wait for the tenants to vacate my property in Deception Bay.

“Wow, this place is crazy nice,” she gushes, and I can tell she’s impressed, but I’m sure she’s been in plenty of nice hotel suites before. “What did you say you do again?” She walks around the room, checking out the view of the street below. The lights from city buildings and cars moving about on the street below flicker in the dark.

“I didn’t.” I grin, reminding her we’re not here to talk about work. The last thing I want to do when I’m with her is think about my problems.

She tugs on my tie, running it through her fingers as she stares up at me. “No, you didn’t. You’re all about playing tonight, aren’t you.” And I can tell by her expression that she doesn’t mind one bit; she’s here for the same reason. She drops my tie and takes a step back, reaching around behind to unzip her dress. She lets it fall to the floor in a pool of hot-pink shimmering beads, leaving her standing before me in a tiny pinkthong and lacy bra. Her body is scorching hot, curvy in all the right places, and I itch to get my hands on her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Gigi,” I growl out, pulling her back into me. She’s something special, and just for one night, she’s all mine.

Her cheeks flush pink. “Thank you. I never had quite the right figure for my job. I spent most of my career being told to add a few extra gym sessions to my schedule.”

“Fuck no. You’re perfect,” I say, angry she’s spent so much of her life thinking she wasn’t good enough.

Our bodies are intertwined, my arms holding her tightly, and she presses her lips against mine, craving the touch of my lips. She reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck, gently running her fingers through my hair. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she purrs, placing a kiss on my neck, nibbling her way down to my collar.

I grab her bare ass, pulling her closer to my body so she can feel the effect she’s having on me. My dick is rock hard and desperate to be buried in her tight, creamy pussy. “Why don’t we take this party upstairs.”

“You’re not even going to offer me a drink?” she asks, sounding disappointed in me.

“Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you.” She smirks, walking away from me and strutting her way up the stairs.

I catch up with her, pulling her to me roughly. We crash into walls and stumble up the stairs, our lips locked. When we make it clumsily to the top floor, I flick on the light. I need to see every inch of her.

She pulls away from me, breathless and panting, looking at me with a longing that makes me want tocorrupt her. She comes across all sweet and innocent, but I already know she’s not. For me she will be anything I want her to be, and tonight, she’s going to be my dirty little plaything. She wanders away from me, farther into the room.

I kick off my shoes and socks. Watching her, wondering what she’s into. Her body is made for sin, and normally that would be enough to have me going for it, but I want to take my time with her, savor every fucking moment.

“You’ve gone quiet on me,” she whispers, looking unsure.

“I’m trying to decide what to do with you now that I have you here.”

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