Piper looked at me, then looked at the glass.
“Oh, you’re such a tease,” she said, as she reached over and snatched the glass from my hand, taking a sip. “Should’ve known a guy like you would be wanting to call the shots.” The smile on her face after she sipped let me know she was enjoying the fun.
“Good things come to those who wait,” I said playfully, turning my attention back to my phone as I pulled it out of my pocket. “Besides, something tells me that neither of us are going to want to stand around the lobby and wait once we get there while I check in.”
“Solid point,” she agreed, raising her glass. “You’ve got me in an… antsy kind of mood.”
I grinned and turned my attention back to my phone. I’d already installed the app for the hotel and entered my information, so it was a small matter of scanning my card and checking a few boxes before I was checked in, a digital key for my room appearing immediately after. Technology could be great sometimes—like when you had a gorgeous woman sitting across from you and you didn’t want to waste a minute getting her into bed.
We passed the drink back and forth, hot anticipation between us. By the time the driver called out informing us we’d arrived, we both had the same thing on our mind—we couldn’t wait to finish what we’d started.
Chapter 4
PIPER
“Thisis where you’re staying?”
I couldn’t help but gawk as I looked around the stately lobby of the hotel. It was done in art deco style, with ornate designs atop columns , gorgeous furniture of dark red leather, and a large, fully-stocked copper bar where a handful of well-dressed men and women socialized, ate and drank.
“It is,” he replied, as the two of us made our way through, Valentino insisting on carrying all of our luggage. “I don’t know about you, but there’s something I’m a hell of a lot more interested in than the lobby.” He moved his dark eyes up and down my body, making it very clear what he was referring to.
Just the feeling of his eyes on my body was enough to make me shiver. Our encounter in the car had been hot as hell. Even though we’d both had our pants on, the sensation of his hardness against my clit had brought me to the brink of orgasm. If a certain someone hadn’t insisted on teasing me, I more than likely would’ve gotten off in the back of the car.
I watched as he passed his phone before a sensor at the front desk. The suited employee working there waved both of us through.
We approached a gold-doored elevator, the floor indicator above one of those old-fashioned dials where a big arrow pointed to the numbers.
Valentino pressed the call button and we watched with impatience as the arrow moved down slowly until it was finally at the lobby. The doors opened with a chime, a pair of stylish women stepping out and moving past us. Valentino and I hurried into the elevator car, and before the doors finished shutting, we were all over each other.
We kissed hard and deep, Valentino rubbing my tits through my shirt and making my nipples go hard as he moved his kisses to my neck. Not able to resist a moment longer, I grabbed his hand from my breast and guided it down over my belly and under the waistband of my Yoga pants.
He was happy to oblige and slipped his fingers into my panties, my skin tingling as he grazed over the small patch of hair above my pussy. With his free hand, he lifted my leg, wrapped it around his waist, holding me in place as he slipped his middle finger between my lips and over my clit, a small fire of pleasure igniting between my thighs.
Valentino kissed me hard again, opening me with his fingers and gently, but firmly, pressing the tip of his middle finger against my clit. The man was an expert, making slow circles with one finger as he slipped the other inside of me.
“Fuck, Valentino…” It was all I could say as he slid his finger inside of me, curling it as I gripped him tight, my wet warmth wrapping all around him. I moaned, breathing hard into his broad, powerful shoulder.
He continued to work me, placing his thumb on my clit while moving in and out of me with his middle finger. It felt so damn good it took all the restraint I had not to scream. The sensation of his finger inside only made me crave more of him. There wasn’t a chance in hell fingering me was going to be enough to fully satisfy.
His touch brought me closer and closer to orgasm. By the time it arrived, ripping through my body with white-hot pleasure, I’d long abandoned trying to keep my cool. My moan was on the verge of a scream as I came, my legs shaking underneath me. Thank God Valentino held me up—otherwise I would’ve collapsed where I stood.
When the climax faded, I let my head fall onto his shoulder.
“You ready?” he asked. “Because we’re here.”
I’d gotten so wrapped up in the moment while he was touching me that I’d nearly forgotten we were on an elevator going up. Valentino set my leg down but kept his arm around me for a few seconds to make sure that I was steady on my feet.
When I felt ready, I turned toward the open elevator doors. I was immediately blown away by the room before me. The suite was huge, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows looking out over the city of New Haven all the way to the shimmering water of Long Island Sound. The suite was modern and sleek, with traces of the art deco designs from downstairs.
It was also the biggest damn hotel room I’d ever seen in my life. Who the hell was this guy?
“Nice pad,” I said, still awestruck.
“Thanks. I hate traveling, so I decided to treat myself.”
“Interesting,” I said with a mischievous smile. “Because I’d like to treat you, too.” He grinned a feral grin, then reached around me and scooped me off my feet with effortless strength, a cry of surprise shooting from my mouth as he carried me out of the elevator and into the suite.
I loved the way he felt against me, the way I settled in his powerful arms as he brought me through the huge common room and into the bedroom. Once there, he placed me on the bed with a playful toss, and I wasted no time sitting up in front of him.
