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Turner leaned back when he spotted us. “Look who finally decided to show. We figured you two were already upstairs breaking in the bed.”
Knox dropped into an empty chair. “That’s for later. Stratton’s gotta eat so he can keep up with me.”
“Bullshit,” I cut in as I sat next to him. “You’re the one who needs fuel for what’s coming after.”
Diaz laughed. “Just try to keep it down. My room’s next to yours, and some of us need our beauty sleep.”
“That’s your problem, Diaz. Sleep’s not fixing that face,” I jabbed playfully.
Jacobs leaned back in his chair. “Unreal. The rest of us are lucky to get a swipe right, and you two already have your night planned before we even order.”
“Not our fault we figured it out,” Knox shot back.
The waitress came by and we ordered. Mostly pastas and steaks, and since we were the only ones without drinks, Knox and I each ordered a beer.
When the check came, Knox handed over his credit card to pay for his food and mine.
Ramos let out a low laugh. “Look at that. Didn’t even make it to dessert.”
“We’re having dessert upstairs.” Knox winked.
I scooted back from the table. “Enjoy your lonely night, boys.”
We left them still laughing. As we headed for the elevators, Knox’s hand found the back of my neck. Once the doors slid shut, Knox turned to me right away, crowding into my space. His mouth hit mine, teeth catching my lip until I grunted. He didn’t waste time, hands flat on my chest, urging me against the wall.
When he pulled back, he was reaching for his phone. “Hold still.”
I gave him a look. “You serious?”
“Yeah. I want this for The Loop. Let ‘em all see exactly who I’m taking upstairs.”
I huffed out a laugh but didn’t move. He lifted his phone and hit record. His hand slid up to my jaw, thumb hooking under my lip, and I looked right at the camera.
“Where are we going, baby?” he asked. His voice would also be on the recording, but only my face would be showing.
“Up to our hotel room.”
He panned the camera toward himself and winked as he said, “Damn right.”
He cut the video, typed something and then shoved the phone into his pocket. We weren’t even at our floor yet and he kissed me again, rougher this time, his tongue sliding against mine. One of his hands gripped the side of my neck, while the other pressed into my hip so our crotches rubbed against each other.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. We hurried out and once we were at our door, he fumbled for the key card from his pocket and then pushed me inside.
We didn’t make it far once the door shut. I had him up against it a second later, my lips on his, my hands under his shirt. He let out a low groan that went straight to my dick, then he helped me yank his shirt off over his head. I moved him back, our mouths still going at it, until we hit the bathroom counter.
“Gotta have it your way tonight, huh?” He shot me a mock glare.
“Yeah. Not complaining, are you?”
“Hell no.”
I stripped us the rest of the way, then got the shower running hot. He stepped in first, and then I got in behind him, squirted some shower gel into my hand, and worked it over his shoulders, down his back, then lower. He rested his hands on the tile while I washed him, my hands dragging over his ass, spreading him open so I could work the soapeverywhere. He let out a little growl when my fingers slid over his hole.
“You like that?”
He nodded but I had other plans that didn’t only include my hands.
I nudged him into the full spray and let the water rinse him off as I watched all of the suds slide down his body. My gaze zeroed in on his erection that matched mine, and my mouth wanted to taste him for dessert, but not where he was hard.
