is it. I need you to know that
this will never happen again. We have to find a way to have a
professional working relationship going forward.” She pauses
for a moment before continuing. “I don't sleep with anyone more
than once. It's my number one rule.”
I can't help the smile that stretches across my face as
I take a step towards her. “I have rules too.” I say,
taking another step and then another, until I have her backed into
the corner of the elevator. “I don't sleep with my dancers. So
as of Friday, you're off limits anyways.” I trail my hand along
her exposed collar bone, feeling her skin prickle beneath my touch.
She gasps slightly at the contact before her hands find
my hips and she pulls my already rock hard erection firmly against
her stomach. “Then we are going to get along just fine.”
I can hear the smile in her words.
Leaning down until our faces are just inches apart, I
lean in like I am going to kiss her but then stop just shy of her
lips. “And I don't kiss. Well, not on the mouth anyways.”
I breathe, as I drop my face lower and my lips find her neck. I
slowly trail my tongue along the base of her throat, not able to
control the urge to taste her any longer.
I let myself explore her neck, teasing myself to the
point that it takes everything I have not to flip her around and fuck
her from behind right here and now. Instead, I pull away from her
sweet flesh and hitch up the material of her gown.
I watch her eyes darken as my hands skate up her outer
thighs and slide around to feel her firm ass, barely covered by a
thin scrap of material. She lets out a soft moan when I clasp down on
her cheeks and pick her up, lifting her into my body. She is so
light, I am able to hold her against me with very little effort.
Her legs lock tightly around my waist and she wraps her
arms around the back of my neck, pulling her body flush with mine.
She buries her face into the crook of my neck and gently sinks her
teeth into my flesh just as the elevator doors spring open, sending
my already slipping control, spiraling downward, and fast.
Spinning around, I carry her out of the elevator and
down the hallway towards my room in record time, wanting nothing more
than to satisfy the urge I have had since the night she danced for
me; to know what it feels like to bury myself deep inside of her.
Chapter
Six
Lo
I can feel my skin burn everywhere his lips touch. My
neck, my jaw, the side of my face. By the time he pushes through the
door of his hotel room, I feel like my body is engulfed in flames.
Every part of me feels the heat.
Sliding my coat from my shoulders and letting it fall
somewhere on the floor, I lean my head back as his lips explore my
neck, his tongue dancing skillfully across my skin.
“ You taste so
fucking perfect.” He growls, pushing me roughly into the wall
as his mouth drops lower, taking advantage of the low dip in the
front of my dress.
Sliding the material to the side, I moan out the moment
his hot mouth covers my nipple, my hands tangling roughly in his dark
hair. He sucks each one into a hard nub, teasing and torturing as he
goes, before finally sliding the straps of my dress down.
“ Fuck.”
The word comes from deep in his throat as he spins around and carries
me through the room. He turns on no lights as he moves through the
space so I can't see enough to make out much, but the sound of a door
opening behind me tells me everything I need to know.
Dax stops and bends forward slightly, my back coming to
rest on top of a soft mattress within seconds. Pulling back, he works
my dress the rest of the way down and then tosses the thin material
to the side, before he begins working on removing his own clothing.
The room is dark, but there is enough light filtering
through the uncovered windows from the city outside, that it reflects
perfectly against his broad chest and sculpted abs as he peels his
shirt from his body. I can see the definition of muscle in his arms
and the dark