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came he wanted to be between her legs and not in her mouth. He gave an urgent pull on her hair. “Get in the back. Quick.”
She had barely landed on the back seat when Dalton followed, pulled her dress up, and parted her legs. He ripped off her panties and barely had time to sheath himself with a condom before thrusting into her and beginning to pump in and out.
Oh man, her stuff is better than good
, he thought, feeling her insides clench and pull everything out of him. They were making out like rabbits and were just that out of control.
“Dalton!”
His gaze raked her features and when he felt her muscles tightening around him his rhythm increased. He held her hips in place, giving her what he hoped was the screwing of her life. The sounds of her moans were like an aphrodisiac and his breathing began coming in fast. His senses heightened with each stroke all the way up his spine.
And then it happened. A climax seized the very essence of him and he felt it all the way in his bones. He heard her cry out as his own body exploded. Thrusting hard one final time, he took them over the edge and ripped out a groan that filled the interior of the vehicle.
Fused to her, he buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, weak as water, spent, while trying to catch his breath. He slowly lifted his body and looked down at her. Her expression was just as hungry as it had been inside Sylvester’s, although she was sighing with satisfaction.
He smiled. Sonya Morrison had a relentless sexual appetite that he intended to feed tonight. “Still want to go to my place?” he asked, feeling himself getting hard all over again.
She responded instantly. “Yes, and don’t waste time getting there.”
Brandy inhaled deeply as she walked into the coffee shop at the hotel. There was nothing like the smell of fresh roasted coffee mingling with the scent of something sweet, delicious, and sinfully wicked like a icing-coated cinnamon bun.
She had a sweet tooth tonight and since she, Carla, and Amber had taken a lot of time talking, especially after she had told them about the note, they had skipped dessert.
Brandy stood only a minute or so at the pastry counter before she was given her coffee and a huge cinnamon bun. She made it a habit to stop by the coffee shop at least once or twice a day just to take a break and sit, unwind and think.
Tonight her mind remained on the note. Talking to Carla and Amber had helped. Both had agreed that she should be cautious and until she found out the identity of the person who’d sent the note, she should be careful who she trusted. She wished she could claim that her two friends’ minds were working overtime, but she’d seen enough of those police shows to know that women were often victims of ‘sickos.’ But a part of her believed that Lorenzo was behind this, and it was his way of getting her nervous and scared.
He knew she wouldn’t take it to the police because doing so could hurt the reputation of the hotel. Business was good and she intended for it to stay that way.
An hour or so later she was catching the elevator up to her suite. When she’d taken over the hotel she’d had every stitch of furniture that Lorenzo had owned removed and had bought all new furniture. She loved her new home, which was located on the very top floor of the hotel. The elevator to the fourteenth floor had a special passkey and she was the only one who used it, with the exception of Ida Johnson, the woman who came in daily to clean up. Brandy had found the woman to be very friendly, dependable, and good at what she did.
Brandy stepped off the elevator and felt a sudden prickle of unease. She glanced down the hallway that led to her suite, and an odd, uncomfortable sensation touched her.
She quickened her steps and glanced over her shoulders, looking all around and not seeing anything. When she made it to her suite, she scanned the area while unlocking the door. The odd sensation continued to claim her
She had barely landed on the back seat when Dalton followed, pulled her dress up, and parted her legs. He ripped off her panties and barely had time to sheath himself with a condom before thrusting into her and beginning to pump in and out.
Oh man, her stuff is better than good
, he thought, feeling her insides clench and pull everything out of him. They were making out like rabbits and were just that out of control.
“Dalton!”
His gaze raked her features and when he felt her muscles tightening around him his rhythm increased. He held her hips in place, giving her what he hoped was the screwing of her life. The sounds of her moans were like an aphrodisiac and his breathing began coming in fast. His senses heightened with each stroke all the way up his spine.
And then it happened. A climax seized the very essence of him and he felt it all the way in his bones. He heard her cry out as his own body exploded. Thrusting hard one final time, he took them over the edge and ripped out a groan that filled the interior of the vehicle.
Fused to her, he buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, weak as water, spent, while trying to catch his breath. He slowly lifted his body and looked down at her. Her expression was just as hungry as it had been inside Sylvester’s, although she was sighing with satisfaction.
He smiled. Sonya Morrison had a relentless sexual appetite that he intended to feed tonight. “Still want to go to my place?” he asked, feeling himself getting hard all over again.
She responded instantly. “Yes, and don’t waste time getting there.”
Brandy inhaled deeply as she walked into the coffee shop at the hotel. There was nothing like the smell of fresh roasted coffee mingling with the scent of something sweet, delicious, and sinfully wicked like a icing-coated cinnamon bun.
She had a sweet tooth tonight and since she, Carla, and Amber had taken a lot of time talking, especially after she had told them about the note, they had skipped dessert.
Brandy stood only a minute or so at the pastry counter before she was given her coffee and a huge cinnamon bun. She made it a habit to stop by the coffee shop at least once or twice a day just to take a break and sit, unwind and think.
Tonight her mind remained on the note. Talking to Carla and Amber had helped. Both had agreed that she should be cautious and until she found out the identity of the person who’d sent the note, she should be careful who she trusted. She wished she could claim that her two friends’ minds were working overtime, but she’d seen enough of those police shows to know that women were often victims of ‘sickos.’ But a part of her believed that Lorenzo was behind this, and it was his way of getting her nervous and scared.
He knew she wouldn’t take it to the police because doing so could hurt the reputation of the hotel. Business was good and she intended for it to stay that way.
An hour or so later she was catching the elevator up to her suite. When she’d taken over the hotel she’d had every stitch of furniture that Lorenzo had owned removed and had bought all new furniture. She loved her new home, which was located on the very top floor of the hotel. The elevator to the fourteenth floor had a special passkey and she was the only one who used it, with the exception of Ida Johnson, the woman who came in daily to clean up. Brandy had found the woman to be very friendly, dependable, and good at what she did.
Brandy stepped off the elevator and felt a sudden prickle of unease. She glanced down the hallway that led to her suite, and an odd, uncomfortable sensation touched her.
She quickened her steps and glanced over her shoulders, looking all around and not seeing anything. When she made it to her suite, she scanned the area while unlocking the door. The odd sensation continued to claim her
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