Page 5 of Midnight Player

Jake didn’t say a word. With her hand firmly clasped within his, he led her from the bar through the main area where people were partying. The din of voices was a dull roar, and he escorted her to the bank of elevators, pressing the call button.

Her breath shuddered in her lungs. Every atom inside her was thoroughly attuned to the man at her side.

Luckily, they didn’t wait more than thirty seconds before the elevator doors slid open on a quiet ding. Jake tugged her onto the vacant elevator.

The moment the doors shut behind them, he backed her up against the wall. His mouth hovered an inch from hers. Carnal black pools illuminated his gaze, mesmerizing her. He towered over her. For once in her life, she felt dainty and feminine and more desired than ever.

His rough, muscular hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders, and cupped her face. Shivers flared at his touch. Her sex was wet and pulsing for him. Jake’s thumb scraped over her bottom lip. Aching to taste him, she darted her tongue out and licked his thumb, catching a hint of his flavor, and it fueled her hunger for more.

On a rough male groan, he slammed his lips over hers.

And holy god!

Willa had an out-of-body experience. She’d never known a kiss could make her feel this way. Passion enflamed her being. Pleasure thrummed. Need rocked her to her core. This man’s kiss was the way a kiss should be. She’d fantasized about it. She’d written about it. But never in a million years had she ever believed she would experience it firsthand.

Her entire body melted. Jake ate hungrily at her mouth as if he’d waited his entire existence to kiss her. It was like she belonged to him. And in the dark recesses of her soul, she wanted to be his for longer than one night. It wouldn’t happen. But she would take what she could get.

The elevator dinged that they had arrived at his floor. Breathing heavily, Jake tore his mouth away. His fierce gaze made her sizzle.

Before the doors closed, he ushered her out, his palm against her low back in a sign of possessive ownership she felt down to her toes. Willa’s body vibrated. Need hummed. And his hand on her back had tingles shooting into her core. She’d never been this aroused in her life.

It was a damn Greek tragedy that this would only be for tonight.

He steered her to his hotel door. “Last chance, sugar.” He held up his keycard. “I get you inside, I doubt I’ll be able to stop. If you don’t want this, tell me now, and I’ll escort you to your room.”

Willa swallowed any misgivings. Not want him? She’d have to be dead to not want him. It was like asking if she wanted air to breathe.

Because she didn’t want any misunderstandings, she stepped into him until their chests brushed together. Her gaze dipped to his sinful mouth and then lifted back to his quixotic eyes. Their heated connection zapped through her. “I won’t want you to stop … Sir.”

At her reply, Jake wasted no time. He shoved her inside the room. Before the door swung shut, his mouth claimed her lips. And those strong, capable hands delved into her hair, holding her mouth steady. With lips, tongue, and even his teeth, Jake plundered her very soul.

He walked her deeper into the hotel room, never lifting his mouth, until the backs of her thighs brushed against the mattress. Her fingers went to the buttons on his dress shirt. Desperation fueled her movements. She tugged and fought with each one.

Jake attacked her dress, dragging the zipper down her back. He shoved the straps down until the material slithered to the floor. Until she stood before him in only her bra and panties. At least she wore a matching set that played up her assets.

Willa whimpered when she finally slid her hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, drew it off, and touched his naked chest. Heat blasted through her. Jake’s chest had been carved from marble. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. And heaven help her, he had a six-pack. Willa felt like she’d hit the jackpot. She wanted to run her tongue over every ridge.

Jake lifted his mouth, and the way he stared had her knees trembling. “Christ, you’re gorgeous.”

There was no mocking or malice behind the statement. At his voracious stare, she sighed. “So are you.”

Willa reached for the clasp on his jeans, aching to see all of him. She wanted to give him pleasure. She wanted to be the one woman he would think about years later. Quite simply, she wanted to rock his world.

She clawed at his zipper. When it was undone, she shoved his slacks over his hips, marveling at his toned, muscular thighs. Damn, even his knees were sexy as fuck. But her gaze zeroed in on the outline of his hard shaft as it strained against his black boxers. She drew the soft material down, letting his erect cock spring free. His rod was long and thick enough her fingers didn’t meet as she circled him. The silken head was ruddy, with pre-cum dripping from the slit.

Willa’s natural submissive instincts kicked in. Gracefully, she slid to the floor beside the bed, glancing up at Jake’s long, muscular frame.

“May I?” she panted, her chest heaving with the force it took to draw breath into her lungs.

She didn’t know how it was possible, but his gaze darkened further until they were obsidian.

“I’ve wanted to see what those lush lips of yours look like around my dick from the moment you sat beside me. I’ll never turn down a blow job from you, sugar. Go on. Suck it.”

With her gaze trained on his face, she leaned in and swiped her tongue along his slit. Thrilled at his dark hiss of pleasure. Willa yearned to make him feel good. If for no other reason than he picked her tonight. She wasn’t under any delusions. She knew what she looked like. She wasn’t the woman a man like him committed to for the long haul. He’d wind up with some bleach-blonde chick with big tits and a size zero waist.

But for one night, he was hers. And she’d make every second count.

Opening her mouth, she enveloped the head, taking him inside. She moaned at his musky flavor. Sliding her tongue along his shaft, she sucked him down. If there was one thing she was skilled at in the bedroom, it was giving blow jobs.

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