him know I was here. His
skin was warm and as I brushed my fingertips lightly along the crisp hairs, I
could feel each taut rope of muscle that lived underneath. I rested my hand on his and leaned
awkwardly onto his shoulder.
"You're more
comfortable than this couch," I complained, trying and failing to find a
comfortable place to put my body.
Tanner laughed
his deep, rich laugh. "I've stayed here before, and I know one thing
that's comfortable in this room." He turned and fixed me with that deep
blue stare.
"Let me
guess," I teased. "The bed?"
He grinned and
stood up, holding out his hand. "Ever slept on a cloud before?" he
asked.
I allowed myself
to be hauled to my feet. "Ooh," I said, stretching. "A cloud
sounds real good right now."
"You know
what sounds better?" he asked, his lips against my neck.
"Absolutely
nothing?"
"Hush,
woman, you're killing my mood here." He closed his fingers possessively
around my wrist and led me into the biggest of the attached rooms. I caught a
glimpse of Leo, standing like a sentry at the elevator, his gun on full
display, and I shivered a little.
But when I saw
Tanner's plan, the shivers were for a different reason. The massive room was
dominated with a huge tub set on a marble slab a step up from the rest of the
floor. Tanner was already leaning over the edge, testing the running water with
his elbow. When he saw me, frozen to the spot in the middle of the room, he
moved towards me with fire in his eyes.
"Just now?
In the bus?" he whispered, his breath as soft as silk against my skin.
"That was not how I wanted it to be with you, Monique." He snaked his
hands around to cup my ass and pull me flush against his hardened length.
"I'm going to take off those clothes now...that okay with you?"
Chapter
Twenty-One
Tanner
That mess in the
lobby was already banished from my mind. Leo would take care of it. Right now,
the only thing I cared about was the soft exhalation Monique was making against
my neck.
"Yeah,"
she said. I loved how tight her voice got when she wanted me. The harder she
tried to fight it, the more turned on she got. I bet if I put my hands between
her legs right now, I could have her cumming around my fingers in under a
minute. "Yeah, you can take my clothes off, Tanner."
I slipped my hand
between her legs. The heat I found there nearly knocked me backwards. "Say
please," I growled, pressing upward.
Her hips rocked
into me, finding the heel of my hand and wiggling in desperation. She was as
ready to go as I was. "Please," she groaned, half in anger, half in
desire. "Please stop fucking with me and give me what I want."
Oh that mouth on
her. It was enough to make me crazy. I moved my hand away, and she hissed and
tried to grab it back. When I held my ground, her other hand flashed out and
gripped me right by the balls.
"Two can play
that game," she spat, licking her lips and sinking to her knees.
Heaven. Holy
hell. The way her hot mouth gripped my cock, like she was trying to suck it
clean off my body. I shuddered and had to grip her shoulders to keep from
falling over. Her half-muffled cries vibrated against me, and I gripped her
hair and pumped my hips in and out of her. "I had...unh...this vision...of
it being all nice and sweet with you..." I grabbed her ponytail and pulled
her free. "But you don't want it that way, do you Monique?"
Her eyes were
wild. "I want you," she moaned, tugging at her jeans. "Now. We
don't have time for nice and sweet."
I should have
understood her then, but she was already naked and my desire for her took over.
I flipped her
around, pressing her back down until she braced herself against the marble step
of the tub. Hot steam billowed upward, giving her skin a glistening slick
sheen. She was slippery when I gripped her from behind.
"Yessss,"
she hissed as I pressed myself up inside of her.
skin was warm and as I brushed my fingertips lightly along the crisp hairs, I
could feel each taut rope of muscle that lived underneath. I rested my hand on his and leaned
awkwardly onto his shoulder.
"You're more
comfortable than this couch," I complained, trying and failing to find a
comfortable place to put my body.
Tanner laughed
his deep, rich laugh. "I've stayed here before, and I know one thing
that's comfortable in this room." He turned and fixed me with that deep
blue stare.
"Let me
guess," I teased. "The bed?"
He grinned and
stood up, holding out his hand. "Ever slept on a cloud before?" he
asked.
I allowed myself
to be hauled to my feet. "Ooh," I said, stretching. "A cloud
sounds real good right now."
"You know
what sounds better?" he asked, his lips against my neck.
"Absolutely
nothing?"
"Hush,
woman, you're killing my mood here." He closed his fingers possessively
around my wrist and led me into the biggest of the attached rooms. I caught a
glimpse of Leo, standing like a sentry at the elevator, his gun on full
display, and I shivered a little.
But when I saw
Tanner's plan, the shivers were for a different reason. The massive room was
dominated with a huge tub set on a marble slab a step up from the rest of the
floor. Tanner was already leaning over the edge, testing the running water with
his elbow. When he saw me, frozen to the spot in the middle of the room, he
moved towards me with fire in his eyes.
"Just now?
In the bus?" he whispered, his breath as soft as silk against my skin.
"That was not how I wanted it to be with you, Monique." He snaked his
hands around to cup my ass and pull me flush against his hardened length.
"I'm going to take off those clothes now...that okay with you?"
Chapter
Twenty-One
Tanner
That mess in the
lobby was already banished from my mind. Leo would take care of it. Right now,
the only thing I cared about was the soft exhalation Monique was making against
my neck.
"Yeah,"
she said. I loved how tight her voice got when she wanted me. The harder she
tried to fight it, the more turned on she got. I bet if I put my hands between
her legs right now, I could have her cumming around my fingers in under a
minute. "Yeah, you can take my clothes off, Tanner."
I slipped my hand
between her legs. The heat I found there nearly knocked me backwards. "Say
please," I growled, pressing upward.
Her hips rocked
into me, finding the heel of my hand and wiggling in desperation. She was as
ready to go as I was. "Please," she groaned, half in anger, half in
desire. "Please stop fucking with me and give me what I want."
Oh that mouth on
her. It was enough to make me crazy. I moved my hand away, and she hissed and
tried to grab it back. When I held my ground, her other hand flashed out and
gripped me right by the balls.
"Two can play
that game," she spat, licking her lips and sinking to her knees.
Heaven. Holy
hell. The way her hot mouth gripped my cock, like she was trying to suck it
clean off my body. I shuddered and had to grip her shoulders to keep from
falling over. Her half-muffled cries vibrated against me, and I gripped her
hair and pumped my hips in and out of her. "I had...unh...this vision...of
it being all nice and sweet with you..." I grabbed her ponytail and pulled
her free. "But you don't want it that way, do you Monique?"
Her eyes were
wild. "I want you," she moaned, tugging at her jeans. "Now. We
don't have time for nice and sweet."
I should have
understood her then, but she was already naked and my desire for her took over.
I flipped her
around, pressing her back down until she braced herself against the marble step
of the tub. Hot steam billowed upward, giving her skin a glistening slick
sheen. She was slippery when I gripped her from behind.
"Yessss,"
she hissed as I pressed myself up inside of her.
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