and now it was time to satisfy another pressing need.
Unfortunately, CeCe’s fighting him was interfering with his plan and ruining his good time.
“What the fuck, girl? Stop shoving.” He grabbed both her hands in one of his and held them above her head.
“We’re in the elevator.”
“So?”
“Someone could come in.” Eyes wide, she whispered it as if this imaginary someone might hear her.
“It’s late and it’s Sunday. Ain’t nobody riding up and down in this hotel this time of night.” That’s what made it the perfect time to do what he had every intention of doing. He was forty. Time to cross this little item off the bucket list.
Sex in an elevator . Check.
Sex with a hot-as-hell supermodel . Double check.
Who’s also a billionaire . That wasn’t on the list but he’d add it later just so he could check it off too.
To convince CeCe that she’d enjoy this as much as he would if she’d just let herself, Wade ran his free hand up the bare skin of her leg. He did love a woman in a short skirt. It made things so easy.
Slipping his fingers beneath the lacey edge of her underwear, he worked his way until he hit her wet heat.
The doors slid open, and he pulled his hand back. Breathing hard, he glanced over his shoulder and, just as he expected, all he saw was the empty hallway.
“Isn’t this your floor?” She went to move.
He kept her pinned in place blocking her way with his body. “Yup.”
“Aren’t we getting off?”
He grinned. “Hopefully we’ll both get off.”
The doors slid closed as she said, “But—”
Wade was on CeCe like a starving dog on a juicy steak, cutting off any further protest. As he worked her mouth with a hard deep kiss, he used both hands to push up her skirt.
She turned her head to break the lip lock. “Wade, we can’t.“
“Watch me.” His belt was already open and he was in the process of pulling out his cock.
He wasn’t as crazy as she thought. The elevator hadn’t moved since the doors had closed. It remained at the floor where they should have gotten off for his room and hadn’t. If anyone called for the elevator, it would most likely be from the lobby. They’d feel it move and be dressed again long before the doors opened and embarrassed them.
CeCe pursed her lips, staring at him unhappily, as if he was a child misbehaving.
Finally, she let out a breath. “Do you have a condom?”
Wade couldn’t help his smile as she gave in. “Always.”
He bent and unzipped his bag on the floor.
The condoms were right on top where he’d tossed them when he’d taken them out of the glove compartment in the truck.
He was suited up in no time, and then there wasn’t a second to waste. He didn’t get this close to his schoolboy fantasy of sex in an elevator only to have it ruined by some insomniac who wanted ice from the machine on the first floor.
Wade whipped her underwear down her legs, pulling them off her feet past her shoes. Standing, he shoved the lacey panties in his bag, considering keeping them as a memento of this occasion.
Then there was nothing standing between him and his sole goal—being inside CeCe.
Even after what should have been plenty of notice of what he was about to do, CeCe let out a squeak as he hoisted her up.
“Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.”
Bracing her against the wall, he lowered her over his length. He groaned as her heat surrounded him.
He could fuck her sweet pussy all day and all night. And if he ever said that to her, she’d act all offended. Possibly—probably—slap him.
Shocking her was too much fun. He’d consider it for later.
Right now he was too busy thrusting into her and wondering how long before they got caught.
It was the most fun he’d had since—well, since leaving the bar when he’d taken her in the parking lot.
Chili cheese fries . . . Sex in an elevator and in a pick-up truck . . . Shoving a spoiled princess like CeCe Cole so far out of her comfort zone she might never find
Unfortunately, CeCe’s fighting him was interfering with his plan and ruining his good time.
“What the fuck, girl? Stop shoving.” He grabbed both her hands in one of his and held them above her head.
“We’re in the elevator.”
“So?”
“Someone could come in.” Eyes wide, she whispered it as if this imaginary someone might hear her.
“It’s late and it’s Sunday. Ain’t nobody riding up and down in this hotel this time of night.” That’s what made it the perfect time to do what he had every intention of doing. He was forty. Time to cross this little item off the bucket list.
Sex in an elevator . Check.
Sex with a hot-as-hell supermodel . Double check.
Who’s also a billionaire . That wasn’t on the list but he’d add it later just so he could check it off too.
To convince CeCe that she’d enjoy this as much as he would if she’d just let herself, Wade ran his free hand up the bare skin of her leg. He did love a woman in a short skirt. It made things so easy.
Slipping his fingers beneath the lacey edge of her underwear, he worked his way until he hit her wet heat.
The doors slid open, and he pulled his hand back. Breathing hard, he glanced over his shoulder and, just as he expected, all he saw was the empty hallway.
“Isn’t this your floor?” She went to move.
He kept her pinned in place blocking her way with his body. “Yup.”
“Aren’t we getting off?”
He grinned. “Hopefully we’ll both get off.”
The doors slid closed as she said, “But—”
Wade was on CeCe like a starving dog on a juicy steak, cutting off any further protest. As he worked her mouth with a hard deep kiss, he used both hands to push up her skirt.
She turned her head to break the lip lock. “Wade, we can’t.“
“Watch me.” His belt was already open and he was in the process of pulling out his cock.
He wasn’t as crazy as she thought. The elevator hadn’t moved since the doors had closed. It remained at the floor where they should have gotten off for his room and hadn’t. If anyone called for the elevator, it would most likely be from the lobby. They’d feel it move and be dressed again long before the doors opened and embarrassed them.
CeCe pursed her lips, staring at him unhappily, as if he was a child misbehaving.
Finally, she let out a breath. “Do you have a condom?”
Wade couldn’t help his smile as she gave in. “Always.”
He bent and unzipped his bag on the floor.
The condoms were right on top where he’d tossed them when he’d taken them out of the glove compartment in the truck.
He was suited up in no time, and then there wasn’t a second to waste. He didn’t get this close to his schoolboy fantasy of sex in an elevator only to have it ruined by some insomniac who wanted ice from the machine on the first floor.
Wade whipped her underwear down her legs, pulling them off her feet past her shoes. Standing, he shoved the lacey panties in his bag, considering keeping them as a memento of this occasion.
Then there was nothing standing between him and his sole goal—being inside CeCe.
Even after what should have been plenty of notice of what he was about to do, CeCe let out a squeak as he hoisted her up.
“Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.”
Bracing her against the wall, he lowered her over his length. He groaned as her heat surrounded him.
He could fuck her sweet pussy all day and all night. And if he ever said that to her, she’d act all offended. Possibly—probably—slap him.
Shocking her was too much fun. He’d consider it for later.
Right now he was too busy thrusting into her and wondering how long before they got caught.
It was the most fun he’d had since—well, since leaving the bar when he’d taken her in the parking lot.
Chili cheese fries . . . Sex in an elevator and in a pick-up truck . . . Shoving a spoiled princess like CeCe Cole so far out of her comfort zone she might never find
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