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“The beauty of being an adult is that you don’t have to if you don’t want to. But if you change your mind, I’m happy to be there with you...if that’s what you want.”

“I don’t know what I want, and I’m too tired to think about it right now.”

“There’s no rush, Sunshine. You don’t owe them anything.”

The doors open on our floor and he sweeps me into his arms, carrying me down the hallway. I don’t even protest, because while I’m in love with these gorgeous nude patent leather heels, my feet are killing me, and I’d rather be in his arms anyway.

“Maybe going out for drinks after the awards ceremony wasn’t the best idea,” he says, brushing his lips against my forehead before he sets me down at our door so he can find the keycard in his pocket.

“I’m not drunk, I’m just tired.”

“I know. But I’ve been watching you all night in those sexy heels and that pearl corset you’re wearing, and all I can picture is seeing you in nothing but those tonight.”

I lean against the door frame as he taps the keycard on the lock. “That can probably be arranged.”

“Not if you’re too tired,” he says, his tone making it clear that he’s looking out for me, not that he’s disappointed.

“I can rally,” I tell him as I unbutton the single button on my blazer, then step through the door that he’s holding open for me. I let the jacket slide off my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it in the hallway as I walk into our hotel room. It’s not a full suite, but it’s got an entire sitting area, with a couch and chairs next to the wall of windows overlooking the lights of Las Vegas.

“Alessandra, really.” Coming up behind me, he places a hand on each bare shoulder to stop my progress mid-way across the room. “You’ve had a big night. Let’s just go to sleep.”

I look over my shoulder at him, taking in his close-cropped beard and that dark hair that’s perpetually a little messy, and noticing the way his bright green eyes are focused on my lips. The dull ache low in my abdomen is growing hotter, spreading like a fire that wants to consume me. Flames lick through my body until I’m just a touch less tired and a lot more turned on.

It’s amazing to me that just looking at this man can have this effect. Or is it the way his thumbs are running back and forth along the tense line of my shoulders, trying to soothe me? Or the way I can feel the heat rolling off his body and warming my mostly bare back?

My fingers meet at the waistband of my pants, and I’m thankful that the cast came off a few days ago as I quickly undo the single button and drag the zipper down before pushing them past my hips. With the wide legs of these suit pants, they pool at my feet, and I carefully step out of them, wearing nothing but my corset, nude thong, and the heels he loved so much he insisted on buying them for me.

I walk toward the window, sweeping my hair over my shoulder to give him the full view of my body. “You can go to sleep if you want, but I’m going to admire this view.”

He huffs out a laugh as I approach the window, leaning one shoulder against the metal frame that runs from the floor to the ceiling, supporting the huge panels of glass. “Yeah, this view is really something.”

I hear him undo his belt, then the drag of his zipper and the swishing of his clothing as he strips it off. And in the next few seconds, he’s behind me, his hard, hot, muscular body cradling mine as one of his palms slides across my belly, pulling me against him.

“I hope these windows are mirrored on the outside,” he says.

“Why?” I ask coyly, turning toward him as I drop to my knees, grasping his cock in my hand and bringing it to my mouth. “Afraid someone’s going to see us like this?”

He groans as I swipe my tongue over the sensitive skin on the fat head of him while my fingers grip his shaft. “This view...you on your knees for me...” He loses his words when I take him to the back of my throat, sucking him between mytongue and the roof of my mouth as I swirl along him repeatedly. “These moments...” he grits out, “...areours.”

I slip my thong to the side and run my fingers through the slickness between my legs, using it as lubrication as I bring them to my clit, trying to soothe the throbbing ache there. He hits the back of my throat again, and it makes my eyes water as I look up at him.

“You are a fucking vision,” he says, bringing his hand down to the base of my skull. “Look at you fingering yourself while I fuck your mouth. You want me inside you, Alessandra?”

“Umm hum,” I murmur, and his entire body is wracked with a shiver from the vibration.

“Take your top off,” he says. “I want to see you play with your tits, and then I’ll fuck you like you want.”

My inner walls clench in need, and I moan as he slides himself into my mouth at a faster pace.

“You like that, huh? You like thinking about your pussy being so full of me you can barely breathe?”

With my eyes on his, I nod as I bring my hands behind my back and undo the clasps along the seam, then toss it to the side. He doesn’t even have to ask again; my hands cup the sides of my breasts, pushing them together as I pinch my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. The sensation has me moaning again, and that’s when he pulls out of my mouth, steps back, and sits on the couch facing the window.

“Lose the underwear, then get up here.”

I never thought I’d like being bossed around, but as it turns out, I like it a whole lot in the bedroom. I’m eager to please him because he always leaves me satisfied.

I stand and, hooking my thumbs into the straps of my thong, I bend at the waist as I drag it down my legs, leaving it on the floor at my feet. Then I plant one knee on either side of his waist, and look down at the man of my dreams, lowering myself untilhe’s filled me, until we’re joined and moving together as one, until his hands and his mouth are everywhere and nothing exists except our pleasure and the love we share. I ride him until my legs are about to give out, and then he brings his thumb between us, slowly pressing into my clit with every rock of my body, bringing his lips to my nipple and teasing me, until he’s tipping me over the edge.

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