He bent down to my mouth, his lips warm and forceful.I opened my own lips to let him in.I could feel the heat of his body against mine in the cold night air as he kissed me passionately. His wild enthusiasm from a moment ago became feverish motion as his hands roamed over my body.I draped my arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into me.His hands cupped my ass, ran up the red dress, caressed the bare skin of my back. Then I felt one hand circle around to the front of my body and softly move over my breast, feeling its weight in his palm.And I felt something else stir below his waist.I pressed my body against his hips and thighs, felt the delicious weight and size of it as it grew by the second. I dropped my left hand from around his neck and let one finger trace its way down his shirt – over his firm chest, down the ridges of his abs, and to the front of his pants, where I let my palm gently cup the thickness under the cloth. I stroked him, back and forth, slowly, sensuousl

We got back to the hotel long after 2AM. Connor opened the door slowly, scanning for any angry Asian bodyguards – but the penthouse was dark, and Johnny was apparently sound asleep in his room.We tiptoed into the master bedroom and closed the door.“I need to take a shower,” I said. I had a thin layer of dust and fine grit over my skin and hair, and there was no way I was getting into bed like that.I peeled off my dress and bra. The panties, as far as I knew, were still in Connor’s pocket.He watched me as I undressed.I enjoyed feeling his eyes roving over me.“I’ll join you,” he whispered when I was finished.I looked back at him and smiled. “Fine by me.”While Connor undressed, I went into the bathroom. There were a number of small candles on the counters; I decided to light them rather than turn on the bright overhead lights.And… y’know… just in case.There was a light tap at the door.“Come in,” I whispered.The door opened, and he walked in.Totally naked.I caught my breath.

I don’t remember much after that.In fact, I don’t remember much of anything until I woke up the next morning.The room was dim, but light was glowing through the curtained windows.I remembered Connor making love to me… …an amazing orgasm as I stared up at the stars……and an even hotter orgasm doing something really, really naughty.Maybe it was time for round three.I rolled over and reached for Connor.He wasn’t there.His side of the bed was empty, just rumpled sheets and a pulled-back comforter.But there was a note.Lily,Sorry, had to go tip over the first domino.Johnny’s with me, so you’re on your own.Order some room service – and DON’T PAY FOR IT. Put it on the room tab.Give me a call as soon as you read this.ConnorHe left his cell number at the bottom of the sheet of paper.The first domino…?Then I remembered what he had said the night before:All the pieces are already in place. It’s just a matter of tipping over the first domino.I grinned… and then lay back in bed,

“You think you’re soooo funny,” I griped as I buckled the seatbelt.“I know I’m so funny,” he grinned, then glanced over at me. “But I’d like to pick up where that phone call left off.”“Ohhhh no. And where’s Johnny?!”“Ditched him again.”“Why?!”“I told you. Booty call.”“You are not getting any of this booty, not after your bad behavior.”“I think you like my bad behavior.”“No.”Yes.He slid one hand over to my exposed thigh and softly caressed it. “I think you do.”“No.”Yes yes yesHis fingers curled around my leg. The tip of one finger slowly stroked the inside of my thigh, light and soft as a feather. “I think you’re lying.”“No.”Yes I am keep doing that keep doing that –The tip of his finger slowly, slowly made its way between my legs… touched my drenched panties… and began to stroke my clit through the wet cloth. Softly… just making light circles…He never took his eyes off the road.I moaned and gripped the hand rest on the door like I was on a rollercoaster.“You’re a ba

We got back to the hotel safe and sound, though I basically looked like a hot mess. Not even the Lamborghini’s air conditioning could cure that. Bird-nest hair syndrome and streaks of sweat everywhere. Thank God my new dress was black, or there would have been some pretty unattractive stains showing.Connor looked great. He wore the sweaty and disheveled look like a movie star in a big action thriller, where you know some makeup artist has touched up the beads of perspiration dewing his brow – because nobody looks that good after running five blocks through New Orleans in the summertime.Except Connor did.Okay, so we weren’t in New Orleans. And we hadn’t been running. But you get the picture.He attacked again in the private elevator to the penthouse floor.I let him kiss me – let isn’t the right word, exactly; blissfully gave in is closer – but pushed him away when the elevator bell dinged.“I feel disgusting,” I moaned. “I have to go take a shower. Immediately.”“Soon as we walk th