Page 2 of Dr. Bad Boy

It’s hot and dirty.

“And you are…?” He gives my hand a little squeeze as he lets go, his thumb trailing down my index finger.

I press my thighs together. I want to feel that electric stroke right between my legs. On my ass. Across my nipples. “Whoever you want me to be.”

I blush at how brazen I’m being, but damn it, Max is a gift. He’s exactly my type. Easily into his thirties, he’s tall and broad and has a touch of grey at his temples that makes my lower belly clench hard.

His eyelids drop a little as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. Thinking hard about what he wants me to be.

It’s been a lot longer than seventeen months since I've had a guy give any thought to how he wanted to fuck me.

Gold star for Max, and we haven’t even got past introductions.

“I think I’d like very much for you to be mine tonight. All night, if that’s okay?”

“All night?”

“Do you need to check-in with someone?”

And he gets the safety thing. I give him a quick smile. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I know the rules.” That slow, sexy smouldering look steals my breath as I fumble for my phone in my purse. He does the same—minus the fumble—and after a quick messages-check he flicks the ringer switch on the side and puts it away again.

I take a quick picture of him, then fire it off to my neighbour, Matthew, who’s a city cop. He’s out with his boyfriend tonight, so I don’t expect him to reply right away, but he does.

V: Found a friend for the night.

M: Where are you?

V: Chateau Laurier.

M: Text me again if you go somewhere else.

V: Yes, dad.

M: Your dad never stuck extra condoms in your purse before you went to work. Have fun!

I blush and do a quick check as I stash my phone. Sure enough, there are two strips of condoms next to my emergency fifty-dollar bill.

“Do you have a room here?” I ask. If he doesn’t, we’ll get one. I checked before I came to make sure there were some available. I have zero plans to go off into the night with a random stranger, no matter how kind he looks or how dirty he gets.

He gives me a slow, sexy grin. “I do.”

“Lead the way.”

He guides me across the hotel lobby, his hand firm in the small of my back.

I slide him a sideways glance as we wait for an elevator car to arrive on the ground floor and smile. “Just here the one night?”

“Yes.” He lowers his voice at the same moment the fingers of his hand closest to my arm brush my skin. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

My lips part and my eyes go wide, and that’s all the response he’s getting from me because the doors in front of us slide open and people get out. His fingers continue their lazy search of my upper arm. Up and down. Up and down.

I breathe in and out, aware of my breasts rising and falling under his gaze. We step onto the elevator, alone now, and as the doors shut, he smoothly slides his arm around my waist, then lower, his hand a hot, heavy brand against my hip.

Too soon we slow to a stop, and two businesspeople step into the lift with us. They're talking quietly to each other, and they turn their backs to us.

Max twists to the side, leaning his shoulder against the back wall as he curves over me. I tip my face up toward his, willing my heart to stop hammering.

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