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  I sighed as he began to kiss me up and down the curve of my neck. With a quick motion, he reached towards the elevator control panel and hit the “wait” button, bringing the elevator to a quick halt.

  “I’ve got some, ah, some idea. But I want to hear you say it.”

  He continued to kiss me, his hands moving over my breasts, squeezing them firmly through my dress.

  “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he said, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m gonna hike that little dress of yours up, pull those panties down, and shove my cock into you, good and deep.”

  Just the words were enough to make me even wetter, a gasp slipping from my lips. But out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a black dome in the upper corner of the elevator, an ominous red light in the middle of it.

  “What if …” I said. “What if someone’s watching?”

  “Then let’s give them a good show.”

  I was game. We went right back to kissing, our hands moving wildly over each other’s bodies. I slipped my fingers under his tight, white T-shirt and over the solid planes of his torso. His abs were shredded, without a drop of fat on them, and his pecs felt more like a pair of matching stones. I gasped and moaned as I touched him; I’d never been with a man built quite like this before.

  And he kept his own hands nice and busy. He reached up under my dress, running his finger around my now-soaked panties.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he said.

  “Just for you,” I moaned, the feeling of his finger moving over my pussy through the cloth beyond compare.

  He moved his hand up further, grabbing onto the top of my panties and pulled them down my legs. I squirmed with delight as he brought them down, closing my eyes and smiling as I imagined just what was next.

  Tiger tossed my panties aside and continued to kiss me. Then he lifted up one of my legs and pushed me back against the wall of the elevator. I wrapped the lifted leg around him, and his hand moved back down the soft flesh of my thigh until it was right on my swollen, wet lips. I took in a deep draw of air at his touch, tingles spreading out through my body as he spread me open. Then, his lips still locked onto mine, he slipped a finger inside of me.

  “Ah, ah!” I said, taking my lips from his just long enough to let out a shout of delight. “Oh my God!”

  Even though it was just a pair of fingers, the sensation of him entering me was incredible. He kissed me hard again, now slipping his fingers in and out of my pussy, the wetness making his entry effortless. Pulses of pleasure shot out from down below with each plunge of his digits into me.

  But I needed more.

  Wrapping my arms around his shoulder, I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of Tiger fingering me. It felt so good that I thought I might burst right then and there.

  Then, as though something had taken me over, I placed my leg back down, Tiger’s fingers slipping out of me. I wanted to make him feel good, and I knew just how to do it.

  I dropped to my knees, face to face with his crotch, his cock bulging against the denim. My hands moved over the bulge, a thrill running through me as I outlined his cock with my fingertips. Glancing up, I flashed Tiger a naughty little smile as I let the anticipation build for what I had in mind.

  But I couldn’t wait very long. I quickly undid his big metal belt buckle and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with a quick jerk. Then I reached into his skin-tight boxer briefs and wrapped my fingers around his fully engorged prick, my eyes going wide as I realized just what I was working with.

  To say it was huge would have been a hell of an understatement. Tiger’s prick was massive, and as I yanked it out from behind the fabric I couldn’t help but gulp. I stroked it for a time, running my hand down Tiger’s extreme length as I wondered just how I was going to be able to handle all of this.

  One way to find out.

  I ran my tongue over my lips, getting them good and wet. Then I opened my mouth and slowly moved it over his head. Once I’d reached the curve of the top, I closed my mouth and formed a tight seal with my lips. He tasted like fucking heaven. Once he was in my mouth, I let my tongue slip and slide over his head, letting him enjoy the warm wetness.

  Then, when I felt like I was ready, I moved my lips down further and further, taking more and more of him into my mouth. Tiger let out a growl of pleasure as I traveled down his length. He set his hand on the back of my head, guiding me down slowly. Soon, I had all of his inches inside of my mouth. I couldn’t believe what a good girl I was being.

  Once I’d taken him all, I went back down to his head, sucking and licking him as I did. I couldn’t get over just how fucking good he tasted and how much I wanted to drain him dry, for him to spray every last drop into me. I wanted to drink him right from the tap.

  But Tiger had other plans in mind. I shouldn’t have been surprised when he reached down, slipped his hands under my arms, and pulled me up to my feet—after all, he’d told me exactly what he wanted to do with me.

  Once I was up, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked onto Tiger’s blues, now slivered with hungry intent. He leaned in and kissed me hard once more before, putting his hands on my hips, turning me around, and pulling my ass towards him. I heard him growl under his breath as he pressed his cock against my ass, and I bit my lip in anticipation of what was inevitable.

  I grabbed hard onto the small railing as he entered me. It was an incredible pressure, and my toes curled in my heels as he shoved all of his inches into me. But as soon as he was buried to the hilt, the pressure was replaced by pleasure like nothing I’d ever felt before in my life.

  Tiger slapped his hands down hard onto my ass once he was fully buried into me, another bull-like snort sounding from his nostrils.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned, my ass squirming against his crotch.

  “Tell me how that cock feels in you,” he growled.

  “So good,” I moaned. “So fucking good.”

  “And tell me what you want me to do with it,” he demanded.

  “I want you to fuck me so hard. Please.”

  And that was all he needed to hear. Tiger withdrew his cock slightly before shoving it deep into me once more, the pleasure running through my body like white-hot heat. He entered me again and again, each thrust eliciting another squeal of delight. Tiger reached up with one hand and cupped my right breast under my dress, rubbing my nipple with his fingertips as he continued to drive into me. The twin sensations felt so good that I felt as though I just might melt at any moment.

  An orgasm had begun to brew from the moment Tiger entered me, and each thrust brought it closer and closer to breaking loose. I gripped hard onto the railing as Tiger’s thrusts turned from slow plunges to hard, fast poundings, the sounds of his hips crashing into my ass filling the small space of the elevator.

  “I’m gonna …” I moaned. “I’m gonna …”

  I could tell from Tiger’s grunts that he wasn’t too far off himself. Soon, in the middle of another wild series of thrusts, I felt the hot tension that had been building inside of me begin to reach a breaking point.

  And then it broke.

  The ecstasy that ran through my body was beyond compare. It was a pleasure that I’d never felt anything like before. I gripped onto the railing for dear life as the orgasm pulsed through my body, my knees buckling under me as I lost the ability to support my own weight. But Tiger held me up, keeping me in place as he continued to fuck me hard.

  Then, at the peak of my orgasm, Tiger let out another deep, throaty grunt. He came hard inside of me, shooting his load deep into my soaking pussy. I smiled and closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock exploding inside of me, letting the sensation carry me through the last waves of my own orgasm.

  Soon, the pleasure faded. My legs wobbled under me as I caught my breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the security camera. I was painfully aware that it had recorded what Tiger and I had both just finished doing.

  “Don’t worry about
it,” said Tiger as he pulled his cock out of me. “I worked security a long while back; those things don’t get looked at unless something happens.”

  I felt a little better. Still, knowing that big black eye had been staring down the entire time as Tiger and I fucked was more than a little disconcerting. Tiger pressed the “hold” button again, and the elevator resumed its previous flight up.

  “You, um, want to hang out for a little bit up on the lounge?” I asked, still feeling a little drunk.

  “Yeah,” said Tiger. “Let’s do it.”

  I quickly collected my panties and was about to step into them. But then Tiger put his hand on mine.

  “Don’t bother,” he said. “Probably not gonna need those.”

  A smile spread across my face as I stuffed my panties into my purse.

  I hit the button for the rooftop and Tiger and I stepped out into the long, well-lit, and elegant hallway leading to the lounge. We stopped in front of the door leading out and I opened the lock with a swipe of my keycard.

  “Damn,” said Tiger, stepping into the room. “Nice fuckin’ spot.”

  The hotel lounge was a large patio on the roof of the building. We were hundreds of feet up, and the height allowed for a sweeping panoramic view of the city.

  “One of the perks of knowing the son of the guy who owns the place,” I said.

  Tiger shook his head in disbelief as we stepped out. The area was sparsely populated, with a few little gatherings of people here and there. Tiger and I plopped into a pair of chairs near the edge and both of us spent a few minutes in silence, taking in the view.

  I couldn’t get over what had just happened with him and me in the elevator. It was the wildest sexual thing I’d ever done—not that I was all that experienced with such things, but still. And now here he and I were, enjoying one another’s company in the cool evening air, the city spread out all around us. The first colors of the morning sun were beginning to show in the distance, a spread of soft purple breaking up the pitch black of the night sky.

  After a time, Tiger checked his phone and let out a grunt.

  “Problem?” I asked.

  “Just lost track of how late it was,” he said, slipping his phone back into his jeans. “Time flies when you’re having fun, you know?”

  The little glint in his eye made it clear just what kind of “fun” he was referring to. I felt myself getting wet again at the thought of our little tryst, and part of me wanted to get Tiger down to my room for another go-round.

  But instead, he heaved himself up from his chair.

  “Where are you going?” I asked.

  “Gotta scram,” he said. “Got work shit to do tomorrow, and I gotta get an early start on it.”

  Disappointment ran through me as he stretched his limbs and prepared to leave.

  “That’s the problem with being in charge,” he said. “Time off just isn’t a thing.”

  “But …”

  I didn’t know what else to say. What was I supposed to do? Ask him out for coffee or something?

  “You got a pen?” he asked.

  “Um, I think so,” I said, shoving my hands into my purse and fumbling around.

  After a second, I found one and handed it to Tiger. He reached down and took my hand, jotting something down on my skin with the pen. It was a phone number.

  “Shoot me a text, maybe,” he said.

  A strange expression came over his face, as though he was feeling something that he didn’t quite understand. Then he leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips.

  “See you around, kid,” he said. “Been a blast.”

  And just like that, he left. I watched Tiger disappear into the elevator and then the doors shut and then he was gone.

  I remained where I was for a while, trying to process my emotions. What had started out as a night fueled by lust had become something else, and I didn’t know what to make of it. And I especially didn’t know what Tiger thought of the whole thing. Men like him were hard to read.

  After a little more time, I decided to call it a night and head back to my room. I still felt a little woozy from the alcohol as I got back into the elevator and pressed the button for my floor. Moments later, I swiped the keycard in front of my lock, a shrill beep sounding along with the click of the lock.

  I opened the door and stopped it. As soon as I flicked the lights on, however, a gasp slipped into my lungs.

  I wasn’t alone.

  Chapter 9

  Nikki

  “Marcus!”

  My voice cut through the quiet air of the hotel room.

  I couldn’t believe it. Sure enough, standing there in my room in front of the window with his back towards the front door, was Marcus freaking Goldman.

  “’Bout goddamn time you showed back up,” he said, not turning away from the window.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, my heart thudding in my chest.

  I took a quick look down at his hand and saw that he was holding a small glass with a measure of some kind of dark liquid that I guessed was whiskey. Was he drunk?

  “What do you think I’m doing here?” he asked. “I’m waiting for you.”

  “You’re freaking me out,” I said, my body tense and my heart still beating at a thumping pace.

  He then turned from the window, a faded expression on his face. I could tell right then and there that he was more than three sheets to the wind. More like a dozen.

  “Why would you be freaking out? I mean, this is my hotel—I can go into any room I want.”

  “First of all,” I said, “it’s not your hotel—it’s your dad’s hotel. And no, you can’t just go into any room you want; hotels don’t work that way.”

  “I can when I’m paying for the goddamn room,” he said.

  I couldn’t make out just what emotion was running through him. One the one hand, the booze was making his tone sharp-edged and frustrated. On the other, he was still the same straight-laced and boring Marcus. I wasn’t sure if I should be worried. He wasn’t the violent type but you never knew what people were capable of when they’d gotten enough booze and emotion into them.

  “Just because you’re paying for the room doesn’t mean you can—” I stopped myself. “Wait, why am I even arguing with you?” I asked. “You broke into my room while I was gone and you’ve been, what, sitting here getting drunk? Is that where you’ve been all night?”

  He took a step towards me and I saw that he was unsteady on his feet. Yep—he was sloshed.

  “I just wanted you to have a nice birthday,” he said. “I got you a VIP room, private tables, and even covered the rooms for you and your friends.”

  “Marcus, I didn’t ask you for any of that,” I said. “I appreciate it, of course, but it kind of undercuts doing something nice for someone if you’re just going to hold it against them later.”

  I tried to keep my voice calm, not wanting to risk him flying off of the handle.

  “And how do you say thanks?” he asked, going on as if I hadn’t said a word. “You dance like a fucking horny animal with some biker prick. The same biker prick who threatened to beat me up in the middle of my own club!”

  I could tell he was getting more and more angry.

  “Listen,” I said. “Thanks for everything; I had a great night, and so did all of my friends. But whatever you’re doing now, it’s not good. You need to go back down to your room and sleep it off before you say something that we’re both going to regret.”

  “Is that what you really want?” he asked. “You want some muscle-bound jerk covered in tattoos? I mean, what do you think your father would have to say about you going out with a guy like that?”

  “That’s not any of his or you—”

  I stopped myself again. He was trying to bait me into an argument, and I wasn’t having any of it. And the fact that he was bringing my dad into this didn’t exactly endear him to me .

  “Marcus, you need to leave now. I know this is your daddy’s hotel and everything
, but you’re going to need to act like a grownup.”

  He said nothing, finally weighing my words. My body tensed up, and I prepared myself to rush out of my room if things got bad. I’d never seen Marcus this drunk, so I didn’t know exactly what he was capable of. And if he was going to do something stupid, I knew that this was going to be the moment.

  Marcus narrowed his eyes again and threw back the rest of the whiskey in his glass. Then he tossed the glass onto the bed.

  “Can’t believe you’d go with a guy like that,” he said. “What a disgrace.”

  Then his eyes locked onto my hand, onto the number that Tiger had written.