03

LAURA

He led the way out of the elevator with his hand on my waist. His room was on the same floor as mine. Looking at the outcome of things now, I shouldn’t have booked the hotel room. But it was not like I had any way of knowing that I was going to meet the hottest man in existence and that he was going to ask me to spend the night with him. 

Plus, if I hadn’t come to the hotel in the first place, then I wouldn’t have seen him. So, no regrets were allowed. Just that the room wouldn’t be occupied. 

We walked down the corridor, then he stopped when we reached a room, number 56, on the left side of the hallway. Mine was number 60, which meant that it was still down the hallway, not that far from his. What would have been the odds of us seeing each other? 

If I had actually slept in my room, then I wouldn’t have come out until tomorrow when I wanted to leave. I usually ordered food and everything I needed up to my room, unless it was a necessity that I had to go down. I didn’t have one for the night, which meant that there was no chance that I would have run into him. 

Oddly, I was glad that I had used the elevator at the time that I did.

He swiped his keycard and the door opened. He gestured for me to go in before he did. When I stepped in, the first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t a room—it was a suite. And right now, we were in the living area. 

Everything about the suite screamed luxury and it called to the girl inside me that loved luxurious things. The rich draperies, the chandelier, the beautiful kitchen area, and the virtual fire place. Everything was lovely. 

The more I took everything in, the more the reality of what I was about to do solidified in my mind. I was about to have sex on my best friends wedding night, at a hotel I was only supposed to be innocently spending the night at. Definitely not hooking up with a stranger. 

“Having second thoughts?” The aforementioned stranger called from behind me, in his sexy as sin voice. 

In the elevator, I had given him power. I didn’t usually react like that to a man. Granted, this one was extremely hot and pushed my buttons in a way no man ever had, but it didn’t mean that I was going to let myself be someone else with him. 

I was going to get my control back. I was going to push some of his buttons too. 

Cocking a brow at him, I shoved the thin hands of my dress off my shoulders and the garment gave way, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of them.

His reaction was almost comical. He abruptly held on to the stool beside him, gripping it with so much force that his knuckles turned white. “Fuck.”

My spine tingled, feminine power filling me.

Since the gown was an off shoulder, I had decided not to wear a bra at all. My breasts stood out high and free, and as for underwear, I wore garters that ended on my mid-thigh, just where the slit of the dress had started. All in all, I actually knew how I looked. I had full breasts, even though they weren’t that big, and my waist cinched in and flared out into my hips dramatically. 

The whole assemble of my garters, without a bra, was designed to do damage. Just like how it was doing damage on this man right now. 

I was still in my heels as I walked slowly over to him. He still had not been able to take his eyes off my body. Hie eyes tracked my movement, rising to his full height. He ran his hand over his mouth, his eyes eating me whole. There was no other way to describe the way he was looking at me. 

Standing in front of him with only a hairsbreadth between us, I unbuttoned his tux. He watched me, unable to do anything but stare at my body. He didn’t even seem to know what I was doing.

Yes, this was what I wanted. This was what I had been aiming for. The power. I now had it back.

I pushed the tux off his shoulders, went to quick work on unbuttoning the white long sleeved shirt he wore inside, then also pushed it off him. When his body became bared before me, I felt my control slipping away. 

If I had thought he was hot before, now that I was presented with this muscle packed body, I thought that he was impossible. How could a guy look like this?  

Slabs upon slabs of muscle was what his body was made of. He had a six pack and the indentations were so well defined, something that I knew had only been achieved due to intense hard work. So, not only was he rich as hell, he also worked out.

And whaddya know? 

He had tattoos. One ran down the length of his right arm, stopping just where the sleeve of his shirt would stop, which was why I had not seen them initially. 

I couldn't make out what they were, but from the flames fanning out, I thought that maybe it could be a dragon. There was another tattoo on his chest that spanned the entire width, but his torso was clean, and I liked that. 

Unable to stop myself, I leaned forward and dragged my tongue across the tattoo. His body shuddered and I placed my hand on him, smoothening my palm along every inch of rich golden skin that I could touch.

His hands landed on my waist, and with one on both sides, they covered my waist completely, the tips of his fingers touching. I found that hot as hell. 

"You're fucking killing me, Laura." He groaned. His hands found their way to my breasts, giving them a squeeze before circling the distended peaks. 

He pinched them, then gave them a tug and it was like he had tugged straight at my clit because that was where I felt it. My eyes rolled back in my head and I had to grip onto his shoulders to keep my balance. Else, my knees would have given out and I would have collapsed to the ground. 

He lifted me and I quickly wrapped my legs around him, holding onto his shoulders as he carried me into what I assumed was the room. His mouth didn’t leave my body all though the journey. He kept dipping his head to drag his mouth across my shoulder, leave kisses on my neck, and even bite marks on top of my breasts. 

He was like a beast, unable to control himself.

And what was I doing? 

I gave myself over completely to him.

Dimly, some part of my brain registered that I was supposed to be in control. That he was the one supposed to be losing his mind and not me, yet, when he treated my body in this way, how was I supposed to fight the control he had over me? 

In fact, I wasn’t sure that I wanted my control back right now. 

He dropped me a few feet away from bed, and although my knees were weak as jelly, I fought to stand upright. He took some steps backwards, so that he could look his fill of me, I assumed. 

The low lighting in the room cast a glow on him, making him seem formidable, like a god. His chest and abdomen rippled with the force of his breathing, his eyes leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they trailed down my body, from the crown of my head to the toe of my feet. His eyes lingered on my breasts and then when they reached my garters, they seemed to shut down completely.

“Fuck.” He breathed again, sounding like he was in awe. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He closed the distance between us hurriedly, like he couldn’t bear to be away from me anymore. “And this bloody thing,”—he fingered the garters—“You don’t know what it does to me.”

I made a mental note to place an advert for this particular set of garters I was wearing. It was new. I had only had them designed and made a week ago and I hadn’t planned on wearing them today. It was a last minute thing that I decided, ‘Hell, it’s my best friends birthday. I should wear this.’ And I did.

When the design came to me, I had to draw it out immediately and asked that it be made. I knew that it was bomb and sexy as hell. I just didn’t know that it was potent enough to bring a man to his knees. Especially one like him.

He pulled on one of the straps holding the garter up, and it snapped against my skin. A cross between a hiss and a moan came out of my mouth, and then he, in time, groaned and wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss. 

This kiss was different, not like the one in the elevator that had been rough, filled with urgency and hunger. This was was slow and so fucking sensual that goosebumps broke out along my skin. He pulled my hips into his, grounding on me ever so slowly and I melted when I felt the long imprint of his erection digging into my stomach. Even through his pants, it felt so hot. 

He dragged his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my body as he kept sliding down, and down, and down, until he squatted and had my leg in his grip. 

“Can I take your shoes off?” He asked me. From this position, with him looking up at me like that with green eyes full of desire, I was pretty convinced that I would do anything he asked. 

“Yes.” I nodded, then decided that I was tired of referring to him by his pronouns in my head.

“Whats your name?”

“Alex.” He was completely focused on getting those shoes off of me. 

Alex. A hot name for an equally hot man. When I squinted, I saw that he had another tattoo on his back. There was no chance of me telling what it was tonight, so I left it.

Tonight? Did I have plans of seeing him again?

Swiftly, he took my heels off and I was officially standing before him in nothing but sexy as sin garters.