Page 10 of Payback
ROAN GUIDES ME THROUGH THEside exit of the ballroom, out onto a gorgeously lit patio, and down several steps to a courtyard surrounded by a swarm of manicured bushes.
His eyes look positively evil as he says, “First, tell me this…Do we need to go back into the ballroom again?”
I frown and shake my head. “No. I’m actually wondering why we’re outside and not upstairs getting naked in my hotel room.”
His soft laugh is music to my nether regions. “I wanted to get you wet first, mooi.”
“Mooi?”Wait, did he just say wet?
He looks down at his watch and smirks up at me while counting down his fingers from five. There’s a slight delay when he gets to zero and then…
WHOOSH!
Water is everywhere. Up my skirt, in my face, freezing my back. I squeal as the various fountains shoot up from the ground in random places all around our feet. How did I not notice the little holes?
I had sex on the brain. That’s how!
I glance up to find Roan is getting equally drenched—maybe even more—and I giggle as he yanks me into his soaked, suit-covered arms. “This was my plan to sabotage your night.”
I squint through the onslaught of another spray and we spin a few times, laughing as we unsuccessfully attempt to find an area that won’t pelt us with water.
“By soaking me so I couldn’t go back to the reception?” I try to cover my head with my hands.
He licks his damp lips and nods as beads of water drip down his trimmed hair and over the curves of his face. “Ever since that kiss, I can’t stop thinking about how much more I want.”
Our eyes lock, and between the laugh lines, and the water, and the noise of the sprayers shooting up all around us, I’m definitely wet…in more ways than one.
We collide into each other at the exact same time with a hungry, frantic need. My fingers bite into his thick arms, wishing his clothes were off. Our mouths connect like starved animals, and I take the opportunity to bite down on his lower lip like I’ve been wanting to do since the moment I laid eyes on him.
Suddenly, Roan pulls back from me, breathless. His light brown eyes are now black with lust. “I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you now.”
More perfect words have never been uttered.
We hurry out of the fountains and up the steps to the front entrance of the hotel. Thankfully, our water-drenched walk of shame through the posh lobby goes unnoticed by the Harris clan, but not many others. And I know I’m fucking skipping, but I can’t seem to help myself!
Roan’s fingers play piano on my backside as we stand shoulder to shoulder in the elevator that is packed with strangers who are all gawking at the state of us. I use this time to clear my lust-crazed mind because I have a plan to execute and I can’t get distracted. Going up to my room isn’t only for sex. It’s for payback. And while Roan may not be in on the details of myentireplan, he will serve the very basic role I need him for.
When we stumble into my room, Roan removes his suit coat and begins working on the zipper of my dress, licking and nibbling my neck the entire time. I clench my thighs together at the sight of his white dress shirt clinging to his sculpted chest, showcasing absolutely every ripple of muscle on his body.Focus, Allie! You have a job to do.
We reach the bed and I turn quickly to shove him backwards before he can get my dress undone. He immediately pulls me down on top of him, but I hold up a finger and croak through my lust-filled brain, “Stop.”
He stops. But the sexy look in his eyes is proof that his mind is still very much moving forward with whatever dirty plan he’s coming up with.
I swallow a lump in my throat and force a sexy smile. “I want to do something, but I need you to close your eyes for a minute.”
He eyes me like a lion that has been asked not to eat the raw steak right in front of him. But he complies, closing his eyes and yanking the tie off his thick neck. I pull him so he’s sitting up on the edge of the bed, admiring his blatant trust in me as his eyes remain closed. I turn toward the TV, my knees trembling with anxiety as I try to blink away the fear of what I’m about to do, as well as the image of his chest in his now see-through shirt, and fumble with my phone.
You can do this, Allie. This is the plan that you’ve thought out completely. You’re going to record yourself doing a striptease for Roan—a foreigner, a perfect stranger. Then you’re going to send the clip to Ghost Penis and Rosalie and show them you’re doing just fine on your own. You can do this!
I angle my phone downward to face the bed so both my upper body and Roan’s face are cropped out of the top. All the frame shows is a man from about the shoulders down, but it’s so darkly lit in the background you can’t visualise much of him. What’s more important is the foreground, which will feature my ass. Considering how possessive and immature Ghost Penis is, I’m certain this will send him into a blind rage. In turn, his jealousy will upset Rosalie. She’ll end up throwing one of her epic tantrums and their budding new relationship will suffer the way I suffered.They seriously have it coming.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I click RECORD. Nerves instantly take flight deep in my belly. I awkwardly kick off my heels and turn to face Roan. “Okay, open your eyes.”
His eyes open and blaze with arousal as he watches every move I make, like I’m a sex goddess sent straight down from Mount Olympus. The way his eyes burn into me makes me feel like I can conquer the world. He really has been so perfect tonight.
Maybe I should tell him about the camera?I think to myself as he licks his lips with excited anticipation. As his eyes rake over my body, I can’t help but think maybe he’d be into it or happy to help out?
“But what if he’s not?”The psychotic devil on my shoulder chimes in. It’s the same voice that’s been purring in my ear for the past two weeks. “And now you came all the way to London for nothing?”
