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COREY

I stare up at her. Her once smooth and styled hair is a mess, her previously red lipstick is now smeared around her face—along with mine, I would imagine—her chest heaves, and her nipples are pert and begging me to suck them into my mouth once again.

This woman is surprising me at every turn. I was shocked to receive her message earlier, which turned out to be warranted. I’d half expected her to dismiss my sudden appearance, but that’s the furthest from what happened.

She trails her fingertips down my chest and onto my abs. My muscles bunch and twitch as she moves, my cock hardening even more against her pussy. Her heat burns, and I have to clench my teeth in an attempt to stop myself thrusting up into her bare.

It’s so fucking tempting to feel her skin on skin. But I can’t. I never, and I mean never, go bareback. I know all too well that the risk is too fucking high.

“There are more condoms in my jeans pocket.”

“You came out with a plan, huh?”

“I used to be a boy scout.” Her brows furrow. “Always be prepared.”

“Oh, right. Well, I’m grateful.” She climbs from my waist. I miss her weight immediately, but the sight of her arse as she walks to my discarded trousers and shoves her hand into the pocket makes up for it.

She spins on her tiptoes, holding the condom packet between two of her fingers, and smiles at me.

If I weren’t already lying down, it would knock me on my fucking arse.

She’s so beautiful. Her red hair hangs haphazardly around her shoulders, her curves are sinful, and her smile and eyes do shit to me they really shouldn’t.

No one needs to find their way into the darkness I hold in on a daily basis. I spend most of my time wishing I could escape it.

“So, tell me,” she starts, slowly moving toward me. “Just how prepared are you?”

“Well, enough to ensure you’re unable to walk in the morning.”

“I think you’d better order us some room service then, if we’re in for a long night.”

I stare at her, my chin dropping. Who is this woman? She seemed so shy, innocent even when I first met her last night, yet here she is, a red-headed goddess who’s rocking my fucking world.

“Uh …” I say as I roll towards the phone. Psyching myself to spend money I don’t have. “Bottle of wine?”

“On second thought.” She grabs the handset before I get anywhere near it.

“Hello, yes. Please could we get a bottle of Macallan.” If I thought I was shocked at her suggestion of room service, then I’m flabbergasted now.

“Yeah, and do you do a smorgasbord of some sort?” She listens for a few seconds, allowing me to run my eyes over her.

“Yeah, that’s great. Room 608. Just knock and leave it outside. Thank you.”

She places the phone back before turning her eyes on me. The hunger in them makes my cock twitch. Fucking hell; I haven’t had anywhere near my fill yet.

“You think we’ve got time for another before it arrives?”

“Too fucking right, I do.” I hold my hand out for the condom, but she doesn’t hand it over. Her eyes flick down to my hard length, and she licks her lips. “Be my guest.”

I sit myself up against the headboard so I can watch, my hands hanging limp at my sides.

She climbs onto the bed and sits across my thighs as she rips the packet open using her teeth and pulls the condom out.

Her delicate fingers roll the rubber all the way down my length like a pro, and the gentle touch is enough to have me craving my next release like a fucking junkie.

Looking up at me through her lashes, she lifts up and guides me to her entrance.

We both groan as she sinks down on me until she’s fully seated.

I want to say that I’ve missed this feeling, but if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not sure it’s ever felt quite like this.

Her walls ripple around me before she sits up and places her hands on my shoulders to give her some leverage.

“Fuck,” I groan as she almost releases me before sinking back down. “Harlow, fuck.”

She keeps moving, both of us finding our rhythm. My hands roam up her thighs and clamp down on her hips to help move her. As she gets closer to her release, her head falls back and she arches, thrusting her tits towards me.

Releasing her hips, I take them in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers and making her moan in pleasure. The soft mewl is like music to my ears.

“Oh God.” Her hips circle, taking exactly what she needs to get herself off, her pussy squeezing me impossibly tight. “Corey,” she cries as she begins tightening around me, her nails digging into the skin of my shoulders, dragging me right along with her.

Dropping one hand, I press my fingertip to her clit and circle at the same speed she is with her hips. Only seconds later, she clamps down on me and makes the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard as she falls over the edge.

She squeezes down on me so hard I’ve no choice but to give in to my orgasm. My cock twitches violently as I release everything I have on a loud groan.

She falls down onto me moments before there’s a knock at the door. Both our chests heave as we fight to catch our breath and calm our racing hearts.

“Perfect timing, Brit boy.” She winks at me before climbing off, swiping my shirt from the floor and going to collect our room service. Her legs look fucking unbelievable, sticking out the bottom of the fabric, and I can’t help but stare as she bends down to pick up what’s been left for us.

If I thought the sight of her from behind wearing my shirt was incredible, then it’s nothing compared to when she comes back and walks towards me with the front hanging open, giving me just a hint of what I know is hiding behind it, the bottle of Macallan in her hand.

She twists the top and lifts the neck to her lips, taking a large swig.

“Mmm … that’s good.” She holds the bottle out for me to have a drink. I almost pass it up to get another taste of her instead.

The rest of the night is a haze of sex, whisky, and orgasms. I swear I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven with this woman.

It’s almost dawn before we fall onto the bed after having christened the shower and washed away the sweat and scent of sex that was clinging to both of us.

I swear my head doesn’t even hit the pillow before I’m out like a light.

When I wake a few hours later, the sun from the curtains we were apparently unable to close properly in our drunken stupor burns into my eyes, making the pounding at my temples worse.

How much did we fucking drink last night?

Thoughts of the woman I got to know very well fill my mind, and I reach out to find her. What better way to push away this hangover than to slide inside her once again? Only, when I move my hand to the other side of the bed, I’m met with cold sheets.

Dragging my eyes open, I look over to confirm what I already know.

She’s gone.

Motherfucker.

I roll onto my back and blow out a breath. So, this is how it feels to be the one who’s humped and dumped.

Something pulls at my chest. I tell myself that it’s just disappointment that I didn’t get to start my day inside her, but the reality is that I’m mostly just disappointed she’s not here.

I guess it’s karma for all the women I’ve left barely minutes after getting what I came for. I can’t say it doesn’t sting, though.

With a sigh, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and move to stand—only my foot doesn’t hit the carpet first; it lands on the bottle of whisky.

Reaching down, I lift it to find there’s not a drop left.

How the hell did she make it out of here without me noticing when we consumed the entire bottle between us?

She must have been trashed. I know I was.

Placing it on the side, I notice all the empty wrappers and used condoms littering the floor.

A smile pulls at one corner of my mouth. She and all her belongings may be gone, but there’s plenty to remind me that she was here, that last night wasn’t just a very vivid dream.

I make the most of the shower that is significantly better than the one in my flat.

It could be a while before I experience another this good, seeing as every penny I’m earning right now is going back home to my mum and sisters, and to pay for our night of passion.

They need it more than I do. I tidy up the mess we made, and with one last look at the room where it all happened, I make my way down to reception to check out, leaving with only memories and a lingering hangover.

I have my credit card ready, hoping like hell it won’t decline, but when I get to the front of the queue, I discover the room and our late-night delivery have already been paid for.

Feeling a little used and abused by the red-headed goddess, I head out into the late morning sun and set about finding myself some food.