Page 107 of Play With Me

“To go to the love shack!”

“Is that your way of telling me you want to have sex, Nora? Because, yes. I’m ready. I was born ready.”

“Okay, that’s weird—”

“I know. I meant to say I woke up ready.”

Nora looks down, laughing. The sound is so beautiful I bring a knuckle to her jaw and tip her face up. “I’ll go wherever you want, Nora.”

She blinks, her smile falling briefly, before reappearing. “Then let’s go.”

I lean in, my eyes focused on her soft, plump lips. “Kiss me first.”

“So demanding—”

But I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, gently urging her mouth open so I can access her tongue. It’s soft and silky against mine, just like her hair in my hand. My dick jumps in my pants, and I know she feels it, because she snakes her arms up around my shoulders, pressing herself into me.

I break the kiss. “Can we do both?” I ask against her lips.

Nora nods. “Yes.”

I’m not sure we’re going to make it back to our rooms. I have to stop every few steps—the moment each person we pass is out of sight—to press her up against a wall so I can taste her, feel her body under my hands.

“Jude,” Nora breathes as I palm her breast through her sweater, her nipple pebbling under my touch.

“Nora…” I nip at her ear. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”

There’s someone else waiting for the elevator when we get there, so I tug her along to the stairs. The moment we’re inside the concrete stairwell, my hand is yanking the shirt she’s got tucked into her skirt out so I can touch the soft, plump flesh of her breast with my skin.

“Fuck, Nora. You feel incredible.”

Upstairs, a door opens, voices echoing down the stairwell.

I separate from her to peer up the gap and see hands on the railing, but they’re a couple stories up still.

“We should get upstairs,” Nora breathes.

“We have a few seconds.” I slip my hand under her bra, my fingers finding her hard nipple and pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, making her gasp.

“Wish I could take you right here, Nora,” I say, nipping at her collarbone. “But since I can’t—” I push her sweater up and drop to one knee, taking her nipple in my mouth. She lets out a yelp and claps her hand over her mouth, her eyes on the door we just came through. It’s risky, I know, but I can’t think with the feel of her soft bud in my mouth, the way it resists as I pluck at it with my tongue.

Footsteps sound from above and I stand up, yanking her sweater down. Two men in suits pass us; one I’m pretty sure I recognize as an Olympic skier from Norway.

They give us a curious glance, but pass by with quick nods. It’s only when I reach our floor and guide Nora through the door that I see how she looks: her sweater is only pulled out at the front, her cheeks pink, her lips parted.

“I think they knew you were about to get fucked,” I say as I thread my hand through hers, pulling her to my door.

“Jude!”

“I’m glad. I want everyone to know.” We barely make it inside my door before I’ve got her in my arms, hoisting her up so her legs are wrapped around my waist. “I want to get a billboard with you on it, Nora,” I say, tossing her gently on the bed. I drop to my knees, sliding her skirt up around her hips.

“You going to endorse me now?” She giggles, making reference to the ads I’ve done over the past few years. Everything from cologne to sneakers to cruise lines.

“Yes. It’ll be my best deal yet.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of her tights and underwear and work it down over her hips, revealing the tight spring of red curls between her legs.

I growl, dipping my face down and kissing her there.

She squeaks my name, and I pull the tights down to mid-thigh, then bend her hips so her knees hit her chest, and her beautiful pussy is on display for me. I spread it wide with my fingers and she moans for me.

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