Page 9 of The Forbidden Note

He makes it sound like I’m important. Like I’m special. Different from anyone he’s slept with before.

It’s probably just a line, one he uses to get women to fall for him.

But I give myself permission to believe it.

At least until the morning.

Come on, Grey. Do something. When will you get a chance like this again?

In a streak of courage, I slide my hands down his chest and to his pants. His breath catches and I feel a surge of confidence.

He’s powerful and masculine.

Everything about him sets my body on fire. His deep voice. His cocky smirk. His roaming hands.

And for tonight, he’s mine.

All six-foot plus of him.

“Bad girl,” he teases. His lips coast over my throat as his fingers trace a slow, seductive line under my skirt. “Did you lie when you said this was your first time?”

I’m trembling, aching with need as he grinds his hips on me. “Maybe you’re the one who makes me bold.”

My skin tingles as he closes his mouth over my shoulder and nips it with his teeth. Breathing hard, he whispers, “Be as bold as you like, tiger. Aswickedas you like. Tonight, I’ll show you what it means to come to the dark side.”

We stare at each other.

A look of understanding.

Of danger.

I know instinctively that I’m about to step off a cliff.

It’s going to hurt when I slam to the bottom, but on the way down…

The view is going to be amazing.

Desire.

Lust.

Passion.

It swirls in the air between us.

The sound of our ragged breathing is so loud that I barely hear the elevator ding.

He takes my hand again.

Each step to the hotel room builds the anticipation.

The way he carries himself is already a teasing promise. Every inch of him drips with seductive strength and skill. I can’t wait to feel him. To have my hands full of him. To breathe in his pleasure as I breathe out my own.

He slams his keycard against the door.

It lights up green.

A moment later, I’m being yanked inside and he slams the door shut with his foot.

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