Page 111 of Infatuation

The older couple’s floor dings and they step out, and the minute they’re gone, Josh leans toward me aggressively, like he’s gonna fuck me right here and now. But a dad with two young kids in swim gear immediately gets onto the elevator, causing Josh to step back and clasp his hands in front of his crotch again.

“We’re goingup,” Josh barks out, his eyes like lasers.

“Oh, whoops, thanks,” the dad says, putting his arm out to stop the elevator doors from closing. “Come on, guys, step out,” the dad says, glaring at Josh. “Daddy messed up. We’ve gotta godownto get to the pool. Sorry about that, folks.”

“No problem—have fun,” Josh says, obviously trying to make amends for how loudly he just barked at the guy.

Wow. I’ve never seen Josh look more like his brother than he does in this moment. If this is how Jonas looks at Sarah on a regular basis, then it’s no wonder she’s suddenly been acting like a cat in heat.

The dad and his kids step off the elevator and the doors close behind them—and Josh freakingattacksme. His lips are on mine. His hands are all over me, exploring my breasts and ass and back. Oh lordy, he smells so fucking good. His tongue is sensual and confident, his lips utterly delicious. His hand moves confidently between my legs, under my sundress, right to the crotch of my panties, where his fingers confidently stroke me. I pull back slightly and grip the bulge in his pants as his fingers slide over the fabric covering my clit.

“Oh my God, Kat,” he murmurs as I vigorously stroke the hardness under his slacks.

“I’mdying,” I breathe, my body bursting into flames.

The elevator doors open and we tumble out together, still kissing and groping each other. We bang into the wall with a loud thud but keep going, both of us moaning and laughing at the same time as we work our way down the short hallway toward Josh’s room.

“You have a condom?” I mumble into his lips. Oh my God, my body’s already beginning to warp and twist from deep inside.

“Mmm hmm.”

We’re a frantic tumble of lips and fingers and limbs, hurtlingtogether voraciously toward Josh’s suite, until—boom!—our writhing bodies literally crash into a cart filled with towels and cleaning supplies right outside Josh’s room.

“No,” Josh growls. “No, no, no.”

He grabs my hand and yanks me into his suite, a low rumble simmering in his throat—and, yep, sure enough, a maid is in the bedroom across the large suite, tucking a sheet.

“We don’t need cleaning service today,” Josh shouts at the poor woman across the large suite, making her freeze mid-tuck.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” she says. “I was just finishing up this—”

“Thank you,” Josh says, his tone adamant. “You can go.Please.”

The maid looks flustered. “Yes, sir.” She exits the bedroom and heads toward the front door.

“Thank you so much,” Josh says, obviously trying to soften his tone.

“Do you want clean towels before I—”

“Nope. We’re good. Thank you so much.” He squeezes my hand.

The woman presses her lips together and beelines out the front door as fast as her short legs will carry her, obviously surmising exactly what we’ve barreled into Josh’s hotel room to do.

“Oh my fucking God,” Josh says the moment the door shuts behind the woman. He hastily reaches behind my back and unzips my dress. “I’ve waited my entire life to get inside you, Katherine Ulla Morgan.” He kisses my neck and peels my dress off my shoulders. “Nothing’s gonna stop me now—this hotel could crumble to the fucking ground and they’d find me under the rubble, my dick still hard and inside you.”

I laugh.

He pulls my unzipped dress down past my torso, over my hips, to the floor, sliding his palms along my bare skin as he goes, and before I even know what’s happening, my dress and bra are on the floor, his tongue is in my mouth, my nipples are rock hard, and he’s backing me against a nearby table, his hard-on behind his pants grinding into my crotch.

His mouth leaves mine and devours my neck, collarbone, breasts, nipples. He bites my left nipple and sucks on it feverishly, and I throw my head back, my entire body convulsing and bursting into flames at hismouth’s voracious assault. Holy shit, this feels incredible. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a man this bad, if ever.

He kisses my stomach, swirling his tongue around the piercing on my belly button, and then moves on to my hips and pelvis, his lips and tongue giving me goose bumps of pure pleasure. I grab and pull feverishly at the collar of his shirt, wordlessly begging him to take off his clothes so I can press my body against his nakedness, but he ignores my implicit request, abruptly kneeling down and leveling his mouth with my crotch. “I couldn’t hear you well enough when you came on the dance floor—the music was too loud. I wanna hear every little sound you make when you come.”

Oh.I shudder with arousal.

He slides my G-string off my hips, his fingertips caressing my hipbones, his warm lips laying soft kisses on the flesh just below my belly button. When he suddenly and fervently pulls my pelvis into his face, my entire lower abdomen tightens sharply and begins to burn.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his warm, wet tongue swirling around the perimeter of my crotch. I grip the table behind me, bracing myself for the delectable moment when his tongue is finally gonna land right where I want it most. Oh God, I’m desperate for him to take my throbbing clit into his mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.

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