Page 5 of Fair Trade (New York Monarchs #2)

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We barely make it to the room in one piece.

After my mystery man dropped five hundred-dollar bills as a tip for Jess, we were off in a blur of giggles and heated looks.

He held my hand firmly in his as we strode across the lobby and planted his hand on my lower back as we entered the elevator.

I was sure he was going to pounce on me as soon as the doors closed, but a group of tourists entered at the last moment, prompting him to place his hand on my stomach, pressing my back into his front.

Whether it was to make sure I didn’t make a run for it or to torture my ass with the feel of his hardened cock, I’m not sure.

The doors opened on a random floor and the crowd exited, unaware of how close they’d been to watching a show more exciting than anything on Broadway.

His firm hold tightened on my front when we were alone, and the heady silence was almost enough to make me beg for an elevator quickie.

Luckily, the doors opened to the top floor, and he silently led me to the double doors of his room, murmuring “almost there” in my ear, as if he could read my prior thoughts.

I walk into the room and immediately admire the gorgeous suite we’ve stepped into. There’s a dining table set for eight people, an impressive living room with seating for a small crowd in front of a massive fireplace and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook Central Park.

But before I know it, all I can see is him.

He crowds me into one of the front doors, his eyes turned into dark coals. He steps into me, one of his thighs between mine, his hardness pressing into my stomach.

I swallow audibly as I try to even out my breathing.

Shit. This is really happening. I’m actually going to have sex with a stranger.

And not just any stranger, but one who looks like he’s about to ruin me for all future men.

I thought I would be more nervous, but I don’t really have time to overthink anything since all my mind can focus on is seeing this man naked as soon as possible.

He props one arm on the door above me and leans down so his eyes are level with mine.

“This is the time where you tell me what I want to hear.” His voice is a gravelly whisper, and I wonder if he can make me come on command with it.

It has me hypnotized, so lost in him that I don’t even try to filter my next words. “I’m all clear and I’m on birth control, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to let you fuck me raw.”

He tenses above me, then a low growl vibrates from his chest as he brings his body flush against mine. “I meant your fucking name, but now… fuck.”

His lips crash against mine, and I almost buckle at the sensation. He shifts his stance so I’m practically straddling his thigh for support. His hand finds purchase on the back of my neck, and he angles us to his liking.

The feeling of being consumed has me opening for him, and he doesn’t hesitate for a second as his tongue slips against mine in a silent promise of what’s to come.

I don’t attempt to suppress my wanton moans, causing his grip to tighten, dominating every one of my senses.

I rock back and forth, my hands clutching his shirt in a death grip as the pressure builds deep inside me.

Yes, this is exactly what I need .

He tilts my head, breaking our kiss as he chuckles darkly.

“Oh, sweetheart, as much as I love the feel of your hot cunt rubbing on my leg, getting you off is my job.” He takes a step back and slowly removes his suit jacket.

Then he folds it over the back of a nearby chair.

He continues speaking calmly, as if we’re talking about the weather.

“Besides, the first time you come tonight will be on my cock.”

I sag against the door in a huff. God. The mouth on this man.

He unbuttons his shirt unhurriedly, and if it wasn’t for the massive tent in his pants, I would assume he wasn’t as affected as I am.

Once the shirt is off and carelessly tossed onto the ground, I have a front-row seat to the show that is his sculpted body.

If he didn’t look so comfortable in a suit, I would guess he was an athlete of some sort, given that these muscles take time and maintenance to get to this level of perfection.

I continue to watch as his hands nimbly unlatch his belt, open the button of his pants, and pull down the zipper in a smooth, practiced dance.

I’m so enraptured by the way he moves that I’m slightly startled when he speaks. “If you’re partial to a bed, I suggest you get moving.” My eyebrows lift in surprise. “Because once I’m naked, I’m fucking you right where you stand.”

I’m frozen in place, replaying his words in my head. He can’t be serious.

The whipping noise his belt makes as it’s removed from his pants tells me he is, and my body goes into flight mode. I haul ass toward what I hope is the bedroom and am immediately relieved when I’m greeted by a massive California king.

I can faintly hear more ruffling of clothes and quickly decide I’m not going to get fucked in the dress I wore to a wake.

I bring down the side zipper and easily wiggle out of my black dress, thanking God I had the foresight to wear matching black underwear. It’s not fancy lingerie, but the panties are lace and the bra does wonders for my sizable breasts.

I sit on the edge of the bed and bend down to unbuckle the clasp on my heel.

I don’t even hear him enter the room before I hear him speak. “Time’s up.”

My head snaps up to see him standing before me in nothing but tight black boxer briefs, with multiple condom wrappers in his hand.

He slowly stalks toward me, and I use that time to remember who I am and what I like.

Tonight, I am not his plaything.

He is mine.

He doesn’t know my name, and we’ll never see each other again, so I decide to be bold.

I lean back on my elbows, giving him his first sight of me in my underwear. My size eight body is nowhere near as chiseled as his, but I do work out multiple times a week, and I know I have certain assets in my favor.

His eyes rove over me, and he seems pleased at the position I’ve taken.

He moves to climb over me when I lift my foot and press it square in the middle of his chest, stealing the breath right out of him.

His shock is quickly replaced by amusement as he drops the condoms on the bed and circles his hands on my ankle. Without needing direction, he undoes the clasp, removes my heel, and unceremoniously tosses it over his shoulder. I bite down on my smile.

He starts massaging the arch of my foot, and damn . If he’s this good with his hands, I’m going to be in for one hell of a night.

I slip my foot out of his grasp and place my other heeled shoe on his chest. A bit harder than last time.

He shakes his head and lets out a short chuckle. One that threatens that I’ll pay for the move.

I sure hope so.

Once my heels are tossed in different directions, he stands before me, his thinly covered cock mere inches from my face. I can tell his restraint is on its last thread, so, of course, I push him further.

“Someone doesn’t know how to follow their own directions, it seems.” My arms go behind my back, and I unclasp my bra.

I hold the cups against my chest as I slide each arm out of the straps.

“You said you were going to fuck me right where I stood once you were naked.” I nod to his underwear, noting the small wet spot near the tip of his dick.

“You planning on fucking me through that material? Because naked looks a little more like this.” I grab the middle of my bra and toss it.

The golden eyes I first admired at the bar now seem like dark pools of amber as he stares at my chest. His hand darts forward, and I think he’s finally going to unravel, but his hand cups my face instead.

For a moment I panic. It seems far too gentle for a situation like this. Way too intimate. I’m about to make another snarky remark when his thumb brushes along my lower lip. Softly at first, but then with more pressure. So much so that I find myself opening my mouth to make room.

He slips his thumb in, and I suck. He slips it in deeper, pulling down and forcing my mouth to pop open. It’s a lewd gesture, the way he watches me with such dominance. “Keep running that mouth and I’ll have no choice but to fuck your face until you’re choking on my cock.”

Wetness pools between my thighs and my body hums in excitement. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I can’t wait a second longer to have this man.

I pull back and bite the tip of his thumb.

He smiles wickedly, and fuck me, it’s the sexiest look he’s given me thus far.

“All right, smart-mouth, enough bark. Now take out my cock.”

I don’t hesitate. I lean forward and give him my best doe-eyed look as my hands pull down on his underwear. By the time I’ve gotten it halfway down his thighs, I feel his cock bump against my cheek. I don’t miss the flash of unbridled lust in his eyes as I take him in for the first time.

He’s massive. I knew that already. But as I wrap my hands around his hardness, I realize how truly fucked I will be by the end of the night, because as I stack both hands around him and stroke, I know this is going to be a tight fit.

And this is exactly what I wanted. An ache that lasts throughout the weekend, reminding me of the delicious stretch he’s about to give me.

I lock my eyes on his as I lean forward and lick the drop of precum from his tip. His facade briefly cracks.

He closes his eyes and reinforces before shaking his head. “After. I need to be inside you. Now.”

He maneuvers around me fast, picking me up bridal style, only to toss me in the middle of the bed.

An embarrassing squeak escapes my lips. “I am not the kind of woman you can throw around in bed. I’m not exactly petite.”

He crawls on the bed toward me. “I can, and I just did.” He gently smacks the inside of my knee. “Open.”

“Say please.” I smirk.

He raises up on his knees and lets his hands roam over my stomach and up to my breasts. He weighs them in his palms, letting his thumbs brush over the pebbled peaks. My head lolls to the side as I hum pleasantly. That is, until he pinches them both. Hard. “Now.”

My legs drop open on either side of him instantly.

Just when I think I’m a step ahead, he turns the tables. I’m trying to keep my wits, but I’m quickly slipping. “P-panties off,” I mutter. He shakes his head, hands playing with my nipples. “I said off.”

He raises a bemused brow. “As you wish.”

It takes me a moment to realize what’s happening. Only when he rips the second lace string of my thong do I recognize the fact that he tore my underwear clean off me.

He shrugs unapologetically. “You said ‘off.’”

My head plunks back on the bed as he continues to shift below me. I can’t believe this man. And he hasn’t even tou—

“Ohmygod, w-what—”

He lifts his tongue off my clit as his eyes connect with mine.

“See? At a time like this, when I have my face buried in your pussy, don’t you think it would be a good idea to know my name?

Because if you keep calling me God, you’re going to give me a complex.

” His tongue swipes against my center once more.

“You’re the devil,” I breathe. The sound is followed by a humorless chuckle. “I’ll call you Lucifer. How does that sound?”

I only have a second to feel a faint breeze before he slaps my needy center.

I moan, my body bowing off the bed, as he sucks on my clit mercilessly. “Music to my ears, Angel .” He straightens. “But now I really do have to fuck you, and you need to tell me now if you want it slow—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I threaten.

He grins as he sheaths himself with a condom, then runs the tip of his cock up and down my wetness. He’s lining himself up, about to sink into me, when the realization hits me.

He’s about to fuck me missionary style.

Oh, fuck that.