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HARLOW

One moment we’re at the reception desk asking about a room, and the next we’re in the elevator watching the doors close. The air is electric, desire flooding through my veins. The second we’re alone in the enclosed space, he turns to me, closing the gap between us.

My breath catches as his blue eyes stare down into mine.

Dirty thoughts play out as clear as day in his eyes.

The memory of his body pressed against mine pops into my head, and a thrill runs through me, pushing me forward and reminding me that it’s okay to let go for a night.

To take the escape I need and just enjoy myself.

Doing this, getting a hotel room with a somewhat random guy, isn’t me reverting to my past mistakes. I’m an adult now, and I’m making an informed—okay, somewhat slightly drunk—decision.

I know that if I walked away from him for a second night, I’d only lie in bed later and regret it. Regrets are good for no one. I’ve got enough of them lurking in my past to prove it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, the heat of his body warming mine. His hand cups my jaw, and he tilts my head back to give him the access he needs to my lips.

This time, there’s no caution when he kisses me. There’s no sweet, gentle brush of his lips against mine, and there’s certainly no hesitation.

His tongue parts my lips the second we connect, and he dives straight in, demanding mine to join, which it does immediately.

He steps forward, forcing me take one back so that I’m pinned between the mirrored wall and his hard body.

His hand skims down my body before finding the bare skin of my knee. He hitches my leg up around his waist, then runs his hot palm down my thigh until he can grab my ass, rocking me against him.

“Oh God,” I groan into his mouth as his erection rubs against my heated core.

It’s been so long that I’d almost forgotten just how good this could be.

He grinds his hips slowly, and the sensation makes my head spin as the elevator rises through the building. The unfiltered lust mixes with the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, and all of it together helps to drag me from my own head and forces me to enjoy the moment.

Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time that happened.

Sadly, the elevator chimes, and we’re forced to part.

After a beat, Corey takes a step back. His blue eyes are so dark they’re almost black, his lips are swollen from our kiss, and his wide chest heaves as he drags in some much-needed air.

“Come on. I need you out of that dress.”

Desire pools between my thighs, knowing that he wants me so badly. That I turn him on this much.

The walk to our room is short, but it seems to take forever for Corey to get the door to unlock.

“Fucking thing,” he mutters frustratedly as he frantically pushes the card in and out of the small slot.

“As much as I like your eagerness, let me.” I place my hand on his and he pauses.

Taking the card, I slide it into the machine with a little more grace, and the light immediately flicks to green.

“How’d you?—”

“Do you really want to discuss technique right now?”

“Oh,” he says, taking hold of my hips and pushing me through the door. “There’s a few of your techniques that I’m really quite interested in. Opening the door, however, is not one of them.”

I begin to laugh, but the second he presses his crotch against my ass, and I once again feel his hardness, all amusement leaves me.

The door slams behind us, signaling that we’re alone for the first time. A shudder runs down my spine as the silence of the space fills my ears.

Corey leans forward, his increased breaths tickling my ear. “I’ve been dreaming about this since you fell into my lap last night,” he whispers, his rough voice making my panties even wetter.

I groan in response.

“Then I find you tonight in this sexy little dress, and the only thing I’ve been able to think about is getting you out of it. Discovering if what’s beneath is just as breathtaking.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as his fingertips trail across my collarbones before dipping into the cleavage my dress exposes.

He runs a line around the swell of my breasts before teasing my nipples beneath the fabric with his thumb.

My back arches, my body silently begging for more of his addictive touch.

We’re both still fully clothed, yet I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt more desired. More wanted.

His hand drops to the tie that’s knotted at my waist. He pauses, giving me a chance to change my mind.

But when I don’t say anything, his fingers make quick work of undoing it.

My dress falls open and my skin erupts in goose bumps as the cool air surrounds me.

His fingers continue with their exploration.

They run over the lace edging of my bra before descending over my ribs, circling my belly button before tickling along the top of my panties.

“Are you wet for me, Harlow?” he groans, his fingers dropping lower over the lace. I gasp, expecting them to connect with where I need them most, but at the last minute he moves them away.

“Fuck,” I breathe in frustration. He chuckles, but the sound is cut off as I’m suddenly spun around and pushed up against the wall.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, staring down at my black lace–clad body. “You should be fucking illegal.”

His hand reaches for my waist, and his lips find mine once more. My fingernails run down his back before clinging to the fabric of his shirt.

Unhappy with him still being fully clothed while I’m here half naked, I make my way to the buttons and begin undoing them.

The second the fabric parts, my hands dive inside, desperate to feel his hot, taut skin against my palms. And fuck if that’s not what I find.

I knew he was cut—it was obvious even covered in fabric—but as my fingers trail across the definition of his abs, I realize I hadn’t given him enough credit.

My hands slide to his shoulders, and I hurriedly push it away.

With a little help from him, the fabric flutters to the ground, and, after pulling my lips from his, I get my first look at his sculpted, tattooed chest. It’s pretty mind-blowing.

His ink is stunning. It’s intricate, captivating, and clearly holds so many memories and stories.

My eyes flick over it, but I don’t get a chance to fully absorb everything because his hands drop to his waist and his fingers flick open the button before his pants fall to the floor, leaving him standing in just a pair of tight black boxer briefs.

The fabric strains against his steel length, and my need to reach out and take it in my hand is almost too much to bear.

I suck on my bottom lip as my fingers twitch to feel how hot and smooth he is.

His thumb presses against my chin and successfully pulls my lip free. “Save the sucking for later, eh?” he says with a wink before his lips crash to mine once again.

My dress is pulled from my shoulders before I’m lifted from my feet. The coldness of the wall bites into my back, but the second Corey’s lips trail down over my collarbone and toward my lace-covered breasts, I forget all about it.

“I want to fucking devour you, Harlow. You taste so fucking sweet.”

Arching my back, I offer myself to him, desperate for him to release my swollen, heavy breasts.

“Fuck,” he barks, slipping his hand around my back and releasing the clasp.

The relief is instant, and in another second the item of clothing is discarded, and Corey is staring down at my chest like it’s the first pair he’s ever seen. We’ve not discussed our sexual history, thank fuck, but I highly doubt this is his first showing.

With his hips pinning me to the wall, he palms my breasts. Then, dropping his head, he sucks one of my nipples into his hot, greedy mouth. My head bangs back against the wall, but I don’t feel anything other than the electric bolt that shoots straight between my legs.

“Oh fuck, that’s good.”

“Yeah?” he mumbles, smiling around my peak.

“Yeah. Ooooh,” I groan as he begins licking around my breasts and nipping at the sensitive skin while pinching my other nipple almost painfully hard.

Everything he’s doing feels incredible, but it’s not enough. My hips grind, and he groans as I rub against him.

“Harlow, fuck.” Every time he speaks, his voice is deeper, rougher, more desperate, and it only helps to feed my desire.

I moan in frustration as his hands leave my heavy breasts in favor of my ass, but the second I’m pulled from the wall, I know it’s going to be worth it.

He walks us directly to the bed and drops me onto it.

I bounce a couple of times, and he watches in fascination before reaching out and pulling my panties down my legs.

I lie before him, totally bare, but my lust and the remaining alcohol in my system stop me feeling exposed.

I’m too desperate for what comes next to care that he’s the first man to stare at my naked body for longer than I’m willing to admit.

His eyes pause for a second on my breasts before he makes his way down over my stomach, hips, and all the way to my knees.

I’m enjoying the tingles his stare brings, but his eyes on me alone aren’t enough. As he slowly starts to make his way back up, I lift my feet to the bed and spread my legs.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his eyes flying to my core.

He drops to his knees, throws my legs over his shoulders, and drags me to the edge of the bed.

“I need you on my fucking tongue. Right now.”

He’s barely finished the words before his fingers open me up and his tongue licks up the length of my pussy.

“Oh shit.” My hands fist the sheets beneath me, and I fight the need to buck away from his mouth. I’m so sensitive that his leisurely strokes verge on being too much to handle.

He must sense it because he keeps his movements slow and measured for the longest time, driving me higher and higher toward the mind-numbing bliss I’m desperate for.

My hands release the sheets in favor of his hair. I pull, probably painfully, but now I can almost taste what’s coming for me, I need everything he’s got.

One of his fingers teases my entrance and I moan his name, shamelessly pleading for more.

“Corey, fuck. Please.”

At my encouragement, his fingers dive inside me. My walls ripple around the invasion. It’s uncomfortable for a beat, but the second he bends them and finds that one special spot, I forget everything, even my own goddamn name as I fly towards ecstasy.

“Oh God. Oh God,” I chant before a loud cry falls from my lips as I freefall over the edge.

I thrash on the bed, but at no point do I release his hair and allow him to pull away from me.

When I’ve finally come back to Earth, he strokes me a few more times, enticing a series of aftershocks to rock my body.

“Fuck,” he mutters when he eventually emerges, his mouth glistening with my arousal.

My chest heaves as I fight to get it under control, but watching him push his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and drop them to the floor doesn’t help one bit.

His hard length springs free, and I’m powerless but to lick my lips as I stare at it.

When I eventually rip my eyes away and back up to his face, I find a sexy smirk gracing his lips. He knows he looks good, and he knows I very much like what I see, but I don’t find the level of arrogance I’ve experienced in the past, and that fills me with joy. I can only hope that’s a good thing.

After collecting a condom from his pocket and dropping it to the bed beside me, he crawls between my legs, and, with his hands on my waist, he pushes me up the bed so he can settle.

“Just one?” I tease.

“For now.”

I don’t get to respond, because he leans over me and takes my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me slicker for him.

My back arches as he teases my breasts before he heads south and plunges two fingers deep inside me.

“So wet.”

“So hard,” I counter, reaching down between us and wrapping my fingers around his steel length. His skin is burning hot but so smooth as I begin stroking him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans in my mouth before blindly reaching for the condom.

Regretfully, he removes all touch as he rolls it down his shaft. I bite down on my bottom lip and tilt my head to the side as he completes the simple task.

“I’m going to watch you get yourself off one day.” I don’t realize I’ve said the words out loud until he replies.

“Only if you do the same for me. I want to watch these delicate fingers work your pussy into a frenzy.” He takes one of my hands in his and laces our fingers together.

He then lifts it above my head and begins teasing me with the tip of his cock.

He circles my clit, drops to my entrance and pushes just an inch inside before pulling back again.

It drives me fucking crazy, and if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by, then that was his plan.

He pushes inside me just that little bit more. My muscles contract, trying to pull him deeper, and he takes my other hand and lifts it to join the first.

“Corey, please,” I beg. “Oh Jesus. Fuck,” I cry as he thrusts forward. One single move and he’s so incredibly deep inside me.

He stretches me open in a way I barely remember, and it’s so fucking delicious it makes my eyes cross. He pulls out slowly before slamming back into me.

“You’re fucking heaven, baby. Heaven.”

He continues for a few more thrusts before his movements start to get more and more frenzied. Both our bodies are covered in a light sheen of sweat as the temperature of the room seems to explode as he moves against me.

Taking both my hands in only one of his, he drops his fingers, first to my breasts and then down to my clit. That extra pleasure mixed with him hitting so deep inside me sends me headfirst into another blissful release.

He groans out my name, the sound so erotic I immediately fall straight into my third orgasm before he twitches violently inside me.

His weight drops onto me as we both try to catch our breath.

“Wow.” He’s so breathless that the word is no more than a whisper.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Again?” He doesn’t need to say it; I can feel his hardening cock already growing against me once more.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He barks out a laugh before rolling onto his back and taking me with him.