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  “Glad you remembered my name.” I wink and as soon as she takes a breath to say anything else, the flight attendant calls “Next!”

  “Your turn, princess.” I grin and nod at the desk. She pauses, and then rolls her eyes before storming to the counter. As soon as she makes it, the attendant right next to hers opens up and calls for me.

  “What do you mean there are no flights until tomorrow?” I hear her say as I make it to the counter.

  “Hi, Sir. Name please?”

  “Maxwell Holzer,” I answer, watching the girl next to me as she gets more and more angry as the moment goes on. I hear her mumble something before her clerk speaks up.

  “Ma’am I’m sorry. All the flights have been booked and it’s going to be twenty-four hours until you can get on a plane.”

  “Twenty-four hours?!” she shrieks, making me chuckle.

  “Sir, your next flight out looks like it’s going to be tomorrow evening. It looks like there’s only one room left in the hotel that the airlines chose to room their members. Would you like me to book it for you?”

  I glance over at this mysterious girl, not even knowing what to call her, and then turn to grin at the man helping me.

  Tonight may end up being a lot more interesting than I originally thought.

  “Yes please. That would be great.” I hand the clerk my ID and credit card and smile over at the girl as she gawks at me. She turns to her clerk and points to him.

  “I need a room. The airline needs to get me a room. I can’t get home tonight and afford to come back tomorrow!”

  “Ma’am, I’m sorry. Your friend here just booked our last room.” He nods at me and when she looks over I’m certain if she could get away with it she’d murder me right here.

  “Hey,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

  “No,” she grinds out. “No way in hell.” She huffs, grabbing her ID and tickets and slamming them into her purse.

  “Here you are, Sir. President suite. It’s the only one that was left.” I’m handed the reservation and thank them both, grinning as I watch her storm away. I grab my bag and follow Miss Priss down the long corridor.

  When we get to the doors, I watch her pause then take a seat in one of the chairs.

  “Just crashing here tonight?” I ask, still walking towards the door. When she doesn’t answer I turn back to see her staring down at her bag, completely ignoring me. “Hey.” I walk over to her and tap her bag with my foot. “You sleeping here tonight?” She looks up at me, her eyes wet, and nods her head.

  “My apartment is two hours away,” she says, shrugging. “I had to pay for an overweight bag already today. I can’t afford to pay for a cab home then turn around tomorrow and come right back. I’ll be fine.” She shrugs and wipes under her eyes before leaning back in her seat.

  She’s beautiful. Not the radiant kind of superstar-model beautiful I’ve seen plenty of times before, but she has this girl-next-door feel to her that makes me want to get to know her more. Inside the bedroom and out.

  “Listen. I got the fucking presidential suite. Why don’t you just come with me tonight? It’s his and hers shit… the bathrooms, bed; everything is separate, you won’t have to see me at all if you don’t want to.” It’s a total crock. I haven’t looked into what type of room it is, but anything is better than sleeping alone at an airport. Plus, maybe then I’ll be able to get to know her on a more intimate level. Just maybe.

  She eyes me curiously before shaking her head.

  “No. No… I’m fine. Thank you.”

  “Suit yourself.” I shrug and start to walk away like I’m giving up. My foot doesn’t touch the outside concrete before I hear “Wait!” from behind me. Grinning, I spin and see her standing by her chair, bag in hand, eyes wide. “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Well come on, I haven’t got all night.” Feigning annoyance, I enjoy way too much watching her run towards me. Her bouncing tits and waving hair all make my dick scream at me.

  God, I bet she’d be a good fuck.

  “This way.” I nod towards a line of waiting cabs to take us to the hotel. When we slide in she’s quiet and timid, a side of her I haven’t met yet today. She shivers and throws on her coat, rubbing her hands together to warm her up while I hand the cabbie the address. I swipe my card right away in the card reader then turn to her.

  “I don’t know your name.”

  “What?” She looks over at me from staring out her window. Her body closed off to mine but the arousal in the color of her cheeks tells me she’s more into this than she’s letting on.

  “Your name. You know mine, but I don’t know what to call you.”

  “Nora. Sorry.” She chuckles. “I’m Nora.” She smiles and tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Good God her skin looks smooth.

  Fuckable.

  “Well Nora-no-last-name. I hope you’re hungry. Waiting in that airport, I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

  He wiggles his eyebrows, which makes me instinctively scowl. Why’s he have to be so forward but so fucking cute? He over-sexualizes everything, and fuck me if I don’t like it just a little bit. I’ve known him one damn afternoon and am already fantasizing about seeing him between my legs.

  “I’m starving,” I whisper, probably coming off way more sexualized as I hoped, but the grin it brings from him is enough to make me pleased with my response.

  I can’t believe I’m in a cab with a stranger heading to a hotel and planning on sleeping in the same room as him tonight. I’ve never done something like this but it’s so damn exciting. For once I’m throwing caution to the wind and letting a sexy man take over. This is totally unlike me, but so far I’m not dead and the way his eyes are devouring me, I’m in for a good time tonight. I’m ready for it. I need a break from the real world.

  “So, Nora. What would you like to eat tonight?”

  “You,” I blurt, and immediately feel my face start to melt under his glare. His sexy, sexy glare.

  Shit.

  A grin slowly sweeps across his face.

  “I mean… you pick. I’m fine. You pick.”

  He reaches over and takes a stray strand of hair and tucks it behind my ear, sending waves of need straight to my clit. Fuck that’s hot.

  “I’m not certain we both have the same type of dinner in mind, Nora.” The way my name falls from his lips is sexy as hell and before I know it I’m leaning in and pressing my lips to this strange man’s, drinking in the feel of his scruff.

  A low growl escapes his lips before he parts mine with his tongue and gives me a taste of him. His hand goes around to the back of my head and he kisses me.

  As the cab rolls to a stop he pulls away, eyes hooded with lust as his deep blue eyes stare into mine.

  “Let’s go,” he whispers, opening the cab door and escaping the suffocating back seat.

  The walk into the hotel is awkward and I keep a step or two behind him, trying to stop myself from thinking about how amazing he’ll look without those layers of clothes on. By the time we get to the room for the night I’ve failed at trying to focus on anything other than the man in front of me. That kiss wasn’t enough.

  I need more.

  “Right this way, princess,” he says, opening the hotel room door and waving me in.

  “Full of dramatics,” I mumble. He’s sexy when he’s quiet. Then he opens his damn mouth and the asshole comes out. But Jesus he’s hot.

  “Holy fuck this is awesome,” he announces, slamming the door behind me.

  “Yea, it’s pretty nice,” I say, tossing my bag on the floor next to the bed and stripping off my coat. He scans the room, then his eyes lock with mine. A stare-off ensues, quickly ending with him storming across the room and slamming his lips to mine, not allowing me to get a word in edgeways. His hands come around my neck as he pulls me against him, letting me feel just how attracted he is to me. He’s hard as a rock and it turns me on more than I thought being with a stranger would. My hands roam his body over his
clothes; my mouth devours his. I needed more, and now I don’t want this to stop. I need this… I need him.

  Without words, without his lips even leaving mine, he starts to strip me of my layers. Pants, boots, shirt; it all leaves me quicker than it took to layer them on, and I’m left standing in front of him with only my hot-pink bra, black lace panties, and flushed cheeks.

  “Good lord, Nora,” he growls, falling to his knees and burying his face between my legs, making me laugh as his face stubble tickles my legs.

  He looks up at me and smiles a panty-melting smile that sends all my reservations about this one night stand out of the window. As he stands and starts to wrap his arms around me, my hand goes to his chest and I grin at him.

  “This whole thing isn’t fair, really.” I grin, eyeing his fully-clothed body, noticing how painfully hard he is. How in the world does it not hurt being that tight in his pants?

  “We need to get you free.” I grin and go to my knees, starting to unbuckle him. Once the belt is free, I slide his pants down and gasp as he springs free from his jeans.

  “Commando, huh?”

  “It’s liberating.” He gives me this grin and shrug that makes him even hotter, if that’s even possible. I giggle and rest my hands on his tatted thighs, making a mental note to count the ink he has on his body later this evening. Leaning forward just slightly, looking up at him, I take him in my mouth and all the way to the back of my throat, almost gagging on him. He sighs and rests his hand on the back of my head, which gives me the courage to take it further. I wrap my hands around his base and start slowly pumping him with one hand while I work his jeans down with the other. In no time I have his pants completely off and he’s ripped off his shirt. The ink traveling down his left side is almost enough to make me forget about my current task.

  Almost.

  But then this moan comes out of him and I’m brought back to the present. As I kneel in front of this man that I’ve only known a few hours, I take my time worshipping his dick like it’s my last meal. Wrapping my lips around the tip and popping it out of my mouth, over and over again, earns me a growl from this man I barely know.

  But fuck he tastes good.

  “I’m gonna come way too fast if you keep doing that, princess,” he moans, wrapping his fingers in my hair and pulling my head back. “Up,” he demands. “Take it off,” he growls, his eyes never leaving mine. I grin and slip off my bra, letting it drop to the floor while my eyes are locked on his, then slowly and seductively I shimmy out of my underwear. His hands immediately grab me and lift me, allowing me to wrap myself around him. His hard length is pressing against my clit and if I rub just right…

  “Hold up.” He chuckles, setting me on the bed. “Protection, babe.” He winks, ripping open the foil pack and sliding on the condom with ease as I play with myself while I wait.

  “Mm, that’s nice.” His eyes, hooded with lust, watching me as I lick my juices from my fingers.

  “Taste’s amazing,” I purr, ignoring the nerves rolling through me. One night stands are few and far between in my world, and only because I don’t have time for them! I never would have imagined I’d be here in this situation, but now that I am, I’m taking advantage of it.

  He crawls up the bed to me and slips a finger inside me as his lips hit my hipbone. I arch into him, moaning in pleasure when his mouth comes around my clit.

  “Fuck me,” I growl, pulling at his hair. Hard. “Fuck. Me.” I glare at him and he smirks at me before slamming into me.

  “My pleasure,” he growls, slamming into me again. Moans fill the room as I’m fucked harder than any man has been able to in the past. I’m on the edge of pain and pleasure, and it’s a bliss I’ve never experienced.

  “Shit,” I hiss, reaching my hand down to play circles around my clit as every nerve-ending in my body starts tingling.

  “Come for me, Nora,” he whispers, right before slamming into me with one hard thrust and biting down on my earlobe.

  “Fuck!” I scream, hitting the peak of pleasure and feeling my pussy pulsing around his dick as his thrusts speed up.

  “Oh God,” he groans, slamming into me one more time before hitting his release, moaning out in pleasure.

  His forehead comes to rest on mine, our bodies both slick with sweat even though it’s below zero outside these walls, and neither of us can talk. With tingly toes, tingly fingers, and blurry vision, I’ve officially been fucked into oblivion.

  And it was only one time!

  After a moment to collect himself, he pulls out of me and crawls off the bed, walking away from me without a word.

  “Where ya goin?” I purr, not hearing my own voice but the voice of a vixen I never knew existed.

  “Gotta clean up. I’ll be right back.” He looks back at me and grins, melting off the metaphorical panties yet again. I sigh and lay back in bed. It’s only moments before I hear the shower turn on and huff, rolling over in bed. The soft, smooth, fluffy white pile of pillows welcomes me generously.

  How the hell I got here I’m still not sure. This afternoon was a blur of rushing to wait, then wait and wait some more. Then I ended up here, with a gorgeous, tattooed man with muscles to boot. God, Ava is going to have a heyday with this story.

  “Shit, Ava,” I huff. I haven’t updated her yet and she’s probably getting worried. Hell, I’m surprised she hasn’t called yet! Groaning as I reach across the bed to the table where my purse was tossed, I hear the shower turn off and make a mental note to make this a quick call. After grabbing my phone, I hit send on her number and wait the three rings it always takes for her to answer.

  “Sup, whore? I’m still pissed you’re not here,” she answers. No typical answer from just anyone.

  “Mmm, I’m not.” I grin, then start to giggle. Freaking giggle! Who the hell am I?!

  “Oh my God,” Ava gasps. “No you didn’t.”

  “I did. And oh my God, Ava.” I laugh again and roll over to my back and absentmindedly start playing with my hair while I recall every moment of the day to her.

  “God, it was so fucking good,” I say, trying to hold back the laughter.

  “Who was this man? I’m sure you didn’t just find a random guy, Nora.”

  “No, ma’am. Remember the cute one that wouldn’t leave me alone at the airport? The one I sent you a picture of?”

  “Oh God, Nora!” She cackles.

  “A picture, huh?” His voice resonates to my core and I immediately freeze.

  “Shiiiiit,” I hear Ava say, but my eyes are frozen on the ceiling. If I ignore him maybe he’ll go away.

  But do I really want him to?

  I hear him walk over to the bed and he leans down so close I can smell his body wash. My eyes flick to his and see the amusement lacing his features. His bare skin is way too close to me and all I want to do is lean over and lick it. Gently taking the phone from my stunned hands, he backs up and clears his throat.

  “Hey. This Ava?” He raises his eyebrows when she answers and smirks. “Awesome. So I’m going to have to hang up with you, doll. Your friend’s going to be out of commission for tonight.” I hear her laugh from the other end of the line and I can only imagine what she’s telling him. Ava hasn’t ever been someone to hold back what she’s thinking. Lying here, watching him talk to my friend while looking at me like he could eat me up is such a fucking turn on… and I’m not sure if that’s weird or not. “I’ll make sure of it,” he says, grinning. “I’m hanging up now, Ava. Thank you for the notice.” He ends the call and silently walks over to set the phone on the table.

  “What’d she say to you?” I ask, pulling the cover over me. I suddenly feel vulnerable and cold. Something inside me didn’t like seeing her get him to smile like that.

  “Oh nothing.” He shrugs, dropping the towel from around his waist and sliding into bed next to me. His hands immediately go to my ribs and start tickling.

  “No! Stop!” I flail, trying to get out of his grasp. “Gah!” I wiggle out of the bed and
huff.

  “Where ya goin?” He pouts out his bottom lip and gives me the best puppy-dog eyes.

  “To wash up.” I shrug and smile, then turn and walk to the bathroom across the room from the one he used. They really weren’t lying about that whole his and hers thing. I grin as soon as the bathroom door is locked behind me.

  Two can play this game.

  The shower is amazing, and the amenities they left in this bathroom are better than the ones I can afford at home! I let the clean cotton scent of the bubble bath I’m drawing wash over me as I slip into the oversized tub.

  “Oh God,” I moan as the heated water warms my body. This was much needed. After a day like today I feel like I could sit in this thing all night.

  But then my mind flicks back to the man lying in the bed out there and I change my mind.

  One night with a man that looks like that, doesn’t come that often. I may as well make the best of it. Using the hotel’s toiletries, I’m shaven, cleaned, plucked, and primped in a very short amount of time. A massive, fluffy robe is what I have donned for the walk across the room to my bag, since I didn’t think this through when I came in here. Walking out naked just isn’t happening, as much as I want to have sex with him again… that’s even a little forward for me. When I open the door the lights are dim and he’s not in bed.

  Interesting.

  After walking across the room to where I thought I dropped my bag, I find nothing. No bag… no Max…

  “What the hell?” Panic starts to rise, thinking that he took my shit and ran. He janked my belongings and now I’m left here with nothing!

  Then I hear the noise come from his bathroom. A camera snapping.

  “Max?” I knock gently on the bathroom door, but that alone sends the door opening and I can’t hold back a shriek at the sight in front of me. “What the hell are you doing?!” I yell, staring wide-eyed as he holds the massive pink dildo that I brought along for shits and giggles, up to his junk, measuring it… I think… and a phone in the other hand.

  “Do these massive things really work?” He looks at me, confused, as he pushes it against his hard-as-hell dick and measures it against his.