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against the dashboard. “Call the hotel.”
“Why?”
“Get them to deliver you a pair of pants in the basement parking.” And then his head was back between her legs, his fingers parting her folds as widely as he could before his tongue slid back in.
“Oooooooooh.” The pleasure was electrifying and she strained towards his mouth in her seat.
“Call now, babe,” he commanded against her skin while playing with her folds, caressing it with his fingers.
She was connected to the hotel’s concierge in an instant. “This is Sabrina Wyle.”
“Good afternoon, Ms. Wyle,” the receptionist from the other end answered in a charming voice. “We are so delighted to hear from you again.”
She took a moment to answer – he had started sucking on her clit and it was destroying her ability to think…completely.
“I…ahh…I’d like to order a pair of pants – any fabric – from your boutique – size 2…” She let out a gasp as he thrust one finger in.
“Ma’am?”
“Size 2 please .” Bree bit her lip hard as he thrust another finger in. Her hips started to move with their own volition. “I, uhh, had an accident and I…”
Another gasp – impossible not to when he had bit her clit.
“We understand, ma’am.” The receptionist’s voice had become extremely soothing and Bree knew the other woman probably thought she was so shallow she was panicking about a wardrobe malfunction.
“Where shall we meet you?”
“I’m at your basement parking…NOW!” It ended with a shout, her hips jerking wildly on the seat as Dylan shoved his fingers in and out of her with greater force.
The phone call ended as she drove the car into the first free parking space she found. Bree collapsed against the seat. “ Dylan .” Her head tossed and turned on the car’s headrest.
Smiling at the way her voice trembled with desire, Dylan slowly pulled his fingers out, chuckling when she reacted by moaning in protest and trying to trap his fingers inside her as she squeezed her legs closed.
“Sssh…it’s not over…I just need to get your pants.”
She reluctantly let his fingers go, and she moaned again when she saw him licking his fingers dry.
“Mmm…” He closed his eyes in pleasure at the taste and scent of her.
She moaned another time. That was so seriously hot!
Someone knocked at her window. The concierge had obviously done their research for them to have known which car was hers – something to be expected from the famous Aehrenthal customer service.
“Keep thinking of me, babe,” Dylan said wickedly before stepping out of the car. In moments, he had taken the package from the attendant and tossed it inside the car through his side.
While waiting for Bree to dress, he instructed the employee to prepare a suite for them.
Her fingers shook so badly it took her several tries to slide her legs into the perfect-fitting pair of silk trousers. When she came out, Dylan was waiting by her side.
This time, he was the one who stretched his hand out.
This time, she took it with a dazed smile.
They were quiet as they made their way to the 18 th floor, the sexual tension between them pulsing like a huge and powerful beacon.
When they reached their suite, she let out a little shriek as Dylan swept her up in his arms the moment they stepped past the door. Kicking it shut, he swiftly made his way to the bedroom and gently lowered her to the floor.
“STRIP.” His voice brooked no argument and, laughing shakily, she did as asked, her fingers busy even as her gaze stayed on him. Every inch he revealed of his magnificent body made her mouth drier and drier. How was it possible that this beautiful and sexy man loved her? It was just so hard to believe, and yet here he was, his gaze burning with ferocious desire for her.
He looked like…he looked like he was dying to eat her, and dear God, but she so wanted him to eat her, too!
They were fully naked about the same time, and he went to the bed,
“Why?”
“Get them to deliver you a pair of pants in the basement parking.” And then his head was back between her legs, his fingers parting her folds as widely as he could before his tongue slid back in.
“Oooooooooh.” The pleasure was electrifying and she strained towards his mouth in her seat.
“Call now, babe,” he commanded against her skin while playing with her folds, caressing it with his fingers.
She was connected to the hotel’s concierge in an instant. “This is Sabrina Wyle.”
“Good afternoon, Ms. Wyle,” the receptionist from the other end answered in a charming voice. “We are so delighted to hear from you again.”
She took a moment to answer – he had started sucking on her clit and it was destroying her ability to think…completely.
“I…ahh…I’d like to order a pair of pants – any fabric – from your boutique – size 2…” She let out a gasp as he thrust one finger in.
“Ma’am?”
“Size 2 please .” Bree bit her lip hard as he thrust another finger in. Her hips started to move with their own volition. “I, uhh, had an accident and I…”
Another gasp – impossible not to when he had bit her clit.
“We understand, ma’am.” The receptionist’s voice had become extremely soothing and Bree knew the other woman probably thought she was so shallow she was panicking about a wardrobe malfunction.
“Where shall we meet you?”
“I’m at your basement parking…NOW!” It ended with a shout, her hips jerking wildly on the seat as Dylan shoved his fingers in and out of her with greater force.
The phone call ended as she drove the car into the first free parking space she found. Bree collapsed against the seat. “ Dylan .” Her head tossed and turned on the car’s headrest.
Smiling at the way her voice trembled with desire, Dylan slowly pulled his fingers out, chuckling when she reacted by moaning in protest and trying to trap his fingers inside her as she squeezed her legs closed.
“Sssh…it’s not over…I just need to get your pants.”
She reluctantly let his fingers go, and she moaned again when she saw him licking his fingers dry.
“Mmm…” He closed his eyes in pleasure at the taste and scent of her.
She moaned another time. That was so seriously hot!
Someone knocked at her window. The concierge had obviously done their research for them to have known which car was hers – something to be expected from the famous Aehrenthal customer service.
“Keep thinking of me, babe,” Dylan said wickedly before stepping out of the car. In moments, he had taken the package from the attendant and tossed it inside the car through his side.
While waiting for Bree to dress, he instructed the employee to prepare a suite for them.
Her fingers shook so badly it took her several tries to slide her legs into the perfect-fitting pair of silk trousers. When she came out, Dylan was waiting by her side.
This time, he was the one who stretched his hand out.
This time, she took it with a dazed smile.
They were quiet as they made their way to the 18 th floor, the sexual tension between them pulsing like a huge and powerful beacon.
When they reached their suite, she let out a little shriek as Dylan swept her up in his arms the moment they stepped past the door. Kicking it shut, he swiftly made his way to the bedroom and gently lowered her to the floor.
“STRIP.” His voice brooked no argument and, laughing shakily, she did as asked, her fingers busy even as her gaze stayed on him. Every inch he revealed of his magnificent body made her mouth drier and drier. How was it possible that this beautiful and sexy man loved her? It was just so hard to believe, and yet here he was, his gaze burning with ferocious desire for her.
He looked like…he looked like he was dying to eat her, and dear God, but she so wanted him to eat her, too!
They were fully naked about the same time, and he went to the bed,
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