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I know I should stop here. Thank her for the conversation, wish her luck with whatever’s waiting for her back home. Walk away and forget the way she tastes, the way she feels under my hands.

But I’ve never been good at denying myself the things I really want. And right now, I want her with an intensity that borders on madness. I decide to be direct.

“Do you want to come upstairs with me?” I ask.

No games, no bullshit pickup lines. Just a simple invitation.

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“My room. Top floor.” I keep my voice low. “We can order room service. Talk some more. Or not talk at all, if that’s what you need.”

She stares at me for a long moment, and I can practically see the war happening behind those green eyes. Want versus caution. Impulse versus whatever good sense is telling her to walk away.

“I...” She glances toward the dance floor where her friends are still swaying to the music. “I should go talk to my friends first.”

My pulse kicks up a notch. She didn’t say no.

“Go ahead,” I say. “I’ll wait.”

She slides out of the booth, pausing to look back at me. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I watch her disappear into the crowd, admiring the way her dress hugs her curves as she moves. A few minutes later, she’s back.

“What did your friends say?” I ask.

“They said to have fun and not do anything they wouldn’t do,” she says.

“That leaves us a lot of options.”

She laughs, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. “I guess it does.”

I stand and extend my hand to her. “Come on, Princess.”

Her hand is small and soft when she takes mine, fitting perfectly against my palm like it was made to be there. I thread our fingers together and lead her through the bar toward the elevators.

The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and we step inside. I hit the button for the thirty-second floor, and the doors slide shut with a whisper.

The moment we’re alone, something snaps.

She turns toward me at the same instant I reach for her.

Our mouths crash together with the kind of desperate hunger that’s been building between us all night.

Her hands fist against my shirt as I back her against the wall.

She tastes like cherries and possibility, and when she makes a soft sound against my lips, it nearly brings me to my knees.

Her hands slide up my chest to tangle in my hair, and I press closer, pinning her against the cool metal wall.

The elevator chimes softly as we pass each floor, but I barely hear it over the sound of her breathing, the little gasps she makes when I trail my lips down the column of her throat.

This isn’t me.

I don’t lose control like this. I’m the guy who thinks things through, who weighs consequences and makes calculated decisions. But with Elizabeth pressed against me, her body soft and warm, all that discipline goes straight to hell.

The second we step into my hotel room, I kick the door shut behind us.

My mouth never leaves hers as I press her against the wall.

She makes this little gasping sound that goes straight to my cock, her soft curves melting into me like she was made to fit there.

I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Every part of me is screaming to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine.

Elizabeth’s hands are in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me growl against her mouth.

Her body is flush against mine, soft where I’m hard, yielding where I’m unyielding.

I slide one hand up to tangle in her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss.

My other hand roams lower, grabbing her ass and lifting her slightly against me.

“Reign,” she breathes my name against my lips, and fuck if it isn’t the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

There’s a part of my brain—the rational, controlled part that’s kept me alive through combat and dangerous security details—that’s telling me to slow down.

To take her to the bed, undress her, and take my time exploring every inch of her perfect body.

But that voice is drowning under the roar of need pulsing through me.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart.” My voice is a rough rumble against her neck as I trail hungry kisses down to her collarbone.

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. “Fuck yes.”

Her answer breaks something loose inside me.

I press her harder against the wall, my hands gripping her thighs, encouraging her to wrap them around me.

She responds immediately, hiking up her dress and wrapping those perfect legs around my waist. The heat of her core presses against my stomach, and I can feel how wet she is even through her panties and my shirt.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I growl, capturing her mouth again as I grind my erection against her.

Elizabeth moans into my mouth while her hips start to move against me in a rhythm that’s making me lose my mind.

She shifts slightly, repositioning herself so her center is rubbing against my thigh.

The friction must hit her just right because she breaks the kiss with a gasp, and her head falls back against the wall.

I can’t look away from her face. The flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her lips part with each panting breath, the flutter of her eyelashes against her skin. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s riding my thigh shamelessly now, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“That’s it,” I encourage her, my hands on her ass guiding her movements. “Take what you need, Princess.”

Suddenly, her eyes fly open as realization dawns on her face. “I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away?—”

I cut her off with a kiss, then pull back to look directly into her eyes.

“Don’t ever be sorry for showing me what you want. Keep going. I want to see you come like this.”

Her eyes widen, pupils blown with desire. A shy smile curves her lips as she blushes deeper. “I’ve never done this before.”

“What, humped a stranger’s leg in a hotel room?” I can’t help the smirk that crosses my face.

She laughs, the sound turning into a moan as I flex my thigh against her. “That would be accurate.”

“Then let me be the first.” I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “Ride my thigh until you come. I want to feel your pussy pulse through these panties. Want to see your face when you lose control. Then I’m going to fuck you against this wall until we both can’t stand.”

I hold her gaze as she starts moving again, more deliberately this time. Her hips rock against my thigh in slow, sensual movements. I can feel a warm, wet spot blooming on my pants, but I don’t care. I would let her ruin every pair of pants I own if it meant watching her like this.

She picks up speed, and her breathing becomes more erratic as she works herself against me. I slip one hand between us, finding the front of her panties, pressing my thumb against what I know is her clit. She moans at the contact.

“There we go,” I murmur, circling my thumb. “You going to come for me, Elizabeth? Going to let me feel that sweet pussy pulsing?”

“Reign, I—” She cuts herself off with a moan, and her rhythm falters.

I wrap my free arm around her waist, supporting her weight, keeping her right where I want her. My thumb continues its merciless circles on her clit through the soaked fabric.

“Come on, baby. Let go. Give it to me.”

Her body goes rigid against mine, and her mouth falls open on a silent scream as she comes.

Her face is a fucking masterpiece. Eyes squeezed shut. Lips parted. Cheeks flushed. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.

As she starts to come down, I don’t give her time to recover. Instead, I kiss her again as I reach for my wallet in my back pocket. I extract a condom with practiced ease, and she watches with heavy-lidded eyes as I tear it open with my teeth.

“You look so pretty when you come, Princess. But I need to be inside you,” I tell her. “Right fucking now.”

“Yes,” she breathes, helping me unbutton my pants with shaking fingers.

I push my pants and boxers down just enough to free my cock. Her eyes widen as it springs up, thick and hard against my stomach, and I can’t help the surge of masculine pride that rushes through me.

I roll the condom on quickly, then push her panties to the side rather than taking them off. Then I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness.

“Look at me,” I command, waiting until her eyes meet mine. “I want to see your face when I fill you.”

She holds my gaze, her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs tight around my waist. I push forward slowly, groaning as the head of my cock breaches her entrance. She’s tight—so fucking tight it’s unreal—and for a moment, I wonder if I should stop, if this is too much.

But then she moans. “More,” she pants. “Please, more.”

I press forward, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated inside her. We both freeze, adjusting to the sensation. She’s so tight around me, so hot and wet, it takes everything in me not to come right then and there.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groan, my forehead resting against hers. “So perfect. So tight.”

“Move.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Please, Reign, move.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

I pull back almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that has her crying out with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with our harsh breathing and her increasingly loud moans.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it. Take all of me.”

She’s meeting each of my thrusts, her body arching into mine. I can feel her tightening around me again, her second orgasm building. My own release is climbing, pressure building at the base of my spine, but I refuse to come before she does.

“Come for me again, Elizabeth,” I demand, shifting the angle of my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her gasp. “I need to feel you come on my cock.”

Her eyes fly open and lock with mine as she shatters.

Her pussy clenches around me in rhythmic pulses, milking my cock, pulling my own orgasm from me. I thrust into her hard one last time. Then I bury myself to the hilt as I come with a roar.

Time seems to stop as we cling to each other. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breath hot against my neck. Slowly, reality returns. The sound of the air conditioning, the distant traffic outside, the ticking of a clock somewhere in the room.

I carefully lower her legs to the ground but keep her pinned against the wall, not trusting her to stand on her own just yet. Hell, I’m not sure I can stand without support either. That was... Intense doesn’t begin to cover it.

“Wow,” she whispers, echoing my thoughts.

I laugh, the sound rusty in my throat. “Yeah, Princess. Wow.”

I brush a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes bright. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“Let’s do it again,” I tell her, already feeling myself hardening inside her. “This time in the bed. I want to take my time with you.”