Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Vodka sauce is one of my favorites.”
“Really?” Brooks turns to fully face me.
“I bet I could drink it faster than this.” I take another sip of the drink. “Though the more you drink it, the easier it gets.”
“Let me test the theory.” Brooks smirks, taking another sip. “I think you’re on to something.” I’m not understanding the rumors of him being cold and robotic. I’m not getting that vibe at all from him. “I’m Brooks.” He holds out his hand.
“I know who you are.” When our hands connect, I suck in a breath at the spark of desire that rushes through me. The way Brooks' brow lifts makes me wonder if he felt it too. “I’m Slater.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Slater.” His thumb drifts back and forth against my wrist, not letting my hand go. My body is reacting to his touch in a way that I can’t explain. “Where are you from?”
“Same place as you.” I wonder why he’s here, but I don’t want to be nosy and ask.
“So it will be easy to see you again.”
“Already shooting for a second date?” I tease. “Not that this is a first date,” I quickly add. Real sly, Slater. This is why I have only had one boyfriend in my whole life, and I’m not sure I can label him that, honestly. He used me, and I see that now. I won’t let that happen again.
“I am,” he says without hesitation. I take another sip of my drink to hide the giant smile that breaks across my face. Brooks takes another drink too.
Before I know it, we’ve ordered a few appetizers and had a few more drinks. I’m disappointed when the bartender says it's the last call. How have we been talking for three hours?
“I don’t usually do this, but—”
“Yes,” I blurt out before I can think better of it.
“There is a bar in my room.”
“You got a fancy suite?”
“Yeah, they gave it to me.”
“I’d love to see it.” Brooks pays our tab, ignoring my protest to contribute. “Oh, you even have a fancy private elevator?” I tease, stepping in.
“It’s convenient. I can avoid people that way.”
“Avoiding people and entering the hotel bar usually don’t go together.”
“I hadn’t planned to.” He inserts his key into the panel inside the elevator, hitting his floor. “Then I saw you.” Not to be cliché, but a million and one butterflies explode inside of me.
"I don't normally do this either," I admit. This is definitely not my style, but why the hell not? I've been saving myself for the right guy, and that may be Brooks, or it may not be. I do know it wasn't my ex. I wanted my first time to be memorable, and I think this could be that.
"Go to a man’s room for a drink?"
"Go to a man's room at all." It must be the alcohol pushing my shyness away, making me bolder. I shift over in front of him. "But we're not really going for a drink, are we?"
"We can do anything you like or nothing at all."
"I'd like you to kiss me." There’s something about this man that is bringing out a completely different side of me. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Brooks wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me in to him. I suck in a breath when I feel the outline of his hard cock press into my stomach. His other hand comes to cup my cheek, brushing his fingers across it.
“Are you sure about this? If I kiss you—”
“Yes.” I grip the front of his shirt and tug. Brooks doesn’t fight it. He lets me pull him down, but his mouth claims mine first.
The second our mouths connect, everything breaks loose. Brooks lifts me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist as his tongue explores my mouth. His cock grinds against my sex, making my clit throb with a need that I never knew was possible. A steady ache forms between my thighs.
“You taste so damn sweet.” Brooks groans when his mouth leaves mine. I feel him moving, but I don’t care. I keep kissing him, down his jaw and to his neck. I graze my teeth against him and smile when his steps falter. I kiss and lick the spot before latching on to suck, knowing it will leave a mark on him. “Fuck.”
My back hits a bed, and we’re both pulling at each other’s clothes. They’ve barely hit the floor before Brooks' mouth is on me again, only this time it’s between my thighs. I moan at the sensation.
There is no real finesse; it’s just pure, unadulterated need for each other that’s driving us. It’s wild and untamed as he licks and sucks me, burying his face as deep into my sex as he can get. My orgasm hits me hard and fast. I cry out his name.