CHAPTER TEN
After thirty minutes of wandering around and backtracking, I still hadn’t located either my keys or my cell phone. The back offices where Elsa worked were now closed and all the lights were off. I stopped a few of the staff members to ask if anyone had come across a phone and a set of keys and they were either too busy or hadn’t seen anything. Aggravated and tired, I dragged myself over to the front desk.
“Hi! Are you here to check in?”
The front desk attendant sounded merrier than I felt.
“No. I was working on site and I seem to have lost my keys and cell phone. Is there a lost and found by any chance?”
“Oh no.” She frowned. “Nothing new has been turned in today, but I can double check for you.”
“Thanks.”
I gave her the brand of my cell phone and model of my car and she walked behind a wall near the front desk. There were two other front desk attendants checking others in and I rested my elbow on the counter and sulked as I waited.
“You’re early for the event, Mr. Wright. We have you set up in a double occupancy suite overlooking the pool as you requested,” the attendant told the guy.
“With a Jacuzzi bath, right?” the guy asked.
“You got it,” the attendant chimed.
I perked up when the woman who was helping me came out from behind the wall. The only thing was, she didn’t have my cell phone and keys in hand.
“I’m sorry. There were no cell phones, devices, or keys in our lost and found,” she said.
I sighed in frustration. “I can’t believe this. I can’t get into my car without my keys and I don’t have telephone numbers to call for help.” I knew DJ’s number by heart. I could call him for help, but he was a good hour away. It was also likely that he was just beginning his work day.
“You can use our phone if you’d like. We have a couple locksmiths and tow trucks on our guest directory over there in the corner. Either that or we can wait to see if anyone turns in your keys. I’ll page some of the floor staff and let them know to keep their eyes peeled.”
“Thanks. I would appreciate that.” After almost an hour of retracing my steps, I wasn’t optimistic about it. Maybe someone had picked up my belongings by accident. Or maybe a theft had gotten a hold of it.
Some guests ready to check in came to stand in line behind me, so I took the directory sheet and followed her directions to the guest telephone inside the hotel’s front lobby. It only took about fifteen minutes for me to reach my insurance company to have my car towed to my house. The customer service agent confirmed that the estimated time of arrival was only thirty minutes away, so I held off on calling a cab. I’d already lost over an hour today and would just have to bite and bear another thirty minutes.
The bar on the main level had just opened up. Nearly all the seats were empty, and the lighting was dim and relaxing. I took a seat on a corner stool and ordered a simple mixed drink: rum and pineapple juice.
I was three-fourths of the way done with my drink when I felt a presence venture up toward me from behind. The familiar smell of a male’s cologne was a dead giveaway. Or was it just a coincidence that whoever was standing behind me wore the same cologne as Mark Mavericks?
I placed my drink on the coaster the bartender had set in front of me earlier and turned around on the stool slowly.
Yes, it was him. Mark Mavericks in the flesh. He was striking even dressed down in relaxed jeans and a collared shirt. My pulse quickened as my eyes ventured up to his daring and dark gaze.
“Candace.”
He spoke in a whisper that sent a series of chills up my spine.
“Mark? What are you doing here?”
He took a seat on the stool next to me and touched the side of my face gently with his palm. I let him. I wanted his touch. It had been barely a day, and I felt renewed by hearing his voice.
He threaded his fingers through my curls. “You look lovely.”
“Thanks.”
“You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“I lost my phone,” I replied.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Somehow knowing that you haven’t been deliberately avoiding me makes me feel better.”
“Well, not deliberately…” I bit my bottom lip. “I was just about to go home when I realized that I didn’t have my cell phone or car keys.”
“You were going to leave the event?” He frowned. “Then you need a lift back home?”
“I might. I’m waiting on the tow truck guy to get here.”
He smiled. “I can wait.”
“Thanks.”
“We have some catching up to do. I missed you the other night,” Mark said.
“I wasn’t up to it.”
“Why?” he asked.
“If you must know, I had a little argument with Edward’s secretary,” I said.
“Just a little one?”
“Yeah, you do remember Priscilla, don’t you?” I asked.
Mark nodded. “I do. She was at our initial meeting.”
“So, she has a big crush on you.” I shrugged. “But I’m sure you knew that.”
“I haven’t noticed,” he replied. “But why would I when you have my undivided attention.”
That was the only statement I needed to hear to come to my own conclusions. I suddenly wished that I hadn’t allowed another woman ruin my day or a potential friendship with Mark.
“I was in a bad mood, for no reason apparently. I didn’t think going on a date with an attitude would solve anything,” I said.
“I like seeing you in a good mood, but I also want to be that man that turns your bad days into stellar ones,” he said.
“Mark, about us…”
“I know what you’re going to say,” he said.
“I just like going with the flow. Not being bond by a commitment makes things easier,” I explained. “A life can change or be gone in the blink of an eye.”
Mark looked around at the hotel, taking almost a full minute to glance at his surroundings. I was poised to ask him once again what he was doing here when he beat me to it. “I guess that would explain why you’re here, but I didn’t think you were that kind of woman.”
“That kind of woman? What do you mean?”
He chuckled. “You don’t have to keep it a secret from me. I may be extended family of the Beaudelaire’s, but I’ve been made aware of what’s happening here over the next few days. Is this what you couldn’t tell me? That you’re into… kink?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. And did you just say that you’re related to the Beaudelaires?”
He nodded. “My uncle is Sebastian Beaudelaire. He’s the one I told you that suffered a heart attack and is now in the hospital.”
“Oh?” I pressed my lips together. “Oh.”
“What kind of kink are you into?”
“What are you talking about? I honestly had no idea you had ties to this hotel, but why would you suggest I’m here for kink. I came here to finish up an audit assignment for Edward.”
“For Edward?” His eyebrows creased together in suspicion.
“Yes, Edward is my partner at SMG, remember?”
“Right. So you’re not here to attend the upcoming event?” he asked.
“Of course not.”
The bartender interrupted our exchange. “Sir, can I get you anything?”
“I’ll have what she’s having,” Mark told him.
“What about you, ma’am?” the bartender asked.
“Another one for me too please,” I said.
“You can put all the drinks on my tab,” Mark said.
When we were alone again, I asked, “So, why don’t you answer the same question? Why are you here?”
“I came to talk with Henri, the owner, who happens to be my cousin. He took the news about Sebastian harder than most of us, so I figured he needed the talk,” he said.
“Then what about this kink? I heard some of the staff talking abou
t towels and condoms.”
Mark laughed. “Quite a combination, don’t you think?”
“I’ve never been on an assignment quite like this one.”
“The event you keep hearing about is an invitation only party where attendees indulge in sexual fantasies that—for most people—can only be dreamed about.”
“Sexual fantasies?” I swallowed.
“Yeah. Exhibitionism, ménages, voyeurism, bondage, sex with strangers, etcetera. A good excuse for people who want to renew commitments or for folks who don’t want any commitments at all.” He studied her intently. “By no means is this a public affair, which is why it’s kept secret from the public and probably always will be.”
“And you thought I was here for that type of stuff?”
He grinned. “Despite your reserved exterior, you do look a little daring.”
I didn’t know why my insides warmed to his declaration, but they did. It was as if my libido was suddenly rebelling against me.
“Actually, I do have a kink, if I could really call it that.”
His eyes widened in shook. “Do tell.”
“What do I get in exchange for telling you?”
“You’ll get me fulfilling your fantasy. Of course, we don’t need an event like this to do that, but while we’re here…”
“I’ve never given oral before. There’s never been anyone I’ve wanted to do that with,” I blurted as heat rose within me and settled in my chest.
“Wow,” he explained.
“Yeah, wow…” I said. “You didn’t expect that from me, did you?”
“You amaze me each day.”
The bartender sat our drinks in front of us, yet neither one of us could take our eyes away from each other. I nervously took a few sips, wishing I could read Mark’s mind. What did he think of me? What did he think of my commitment phobia? Should I have told him what I thought about when I craved a man?
Mark set his nearly half empty glass down on the coaster and drew closer to me. His big muscular thighs were on either side of me, nesting me between his legs. He took my free hand and led it toward his lap.
Beneath his denim, his erection was solid and stiff.
He leaned in closer and took my earlobe between his lips gently. His breath was hot against my neck. His lips were wet against my skin.
“My dick is so fucking hard for you right now. Just the thought of your tongue wrapping around me has nearly sent me over the edge,” he rasped against her ear.
“My plan is to send you completely over the edge,” I replied, tightening my grip on him.
“Shit, you are so sexy. I don’t think I could stop at fucking your mouth. Tell me, Candace… is your pussy sweeter than your lips?”
My breath hitched and my center tightened with need. “If you give me what I want, then maybe I’ll let you find out.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone secure a hotel room so fast,” I said, walking into the suite that Mark had reserved for us. I set my tote and briefcase on the coffee table.
“It helps that I’m a Beaudelaire,” he said. “And your sexiness is always so inviting.”
Mark pulled me into his embrace and our lips met. Liquid fire coursed through my veins as we found a tempo suited to each of our urgencies. He tasted just as good as he looked. His kisses made my knees weak and had me thinking about much more than we bargained for. He expertly used one hand to unbutton my blouse. His mouth was on my bare skin in a matter of seconds, leaving hot trails along my neck and collarbone to get to my breasts. My blouse and bra were on the flour in a matter of minutes and his lips were fastened on my nipples. He pressed his palm into my back, causing me to arch toward him. He sucked and licked until my nipples were tight and tender.
My pencil skirt clung to hips and didn’t give way easily. He worked the tight fabric down my curves inch by inch until the garment fell in a heap around my feet. He slipped his fingers inside of my lace panties and kneaded my meaty flesh.
“I wanna fuck you long and hard, Candace,” he told her. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on this ass since the moment I saw you in that conference room.”
“Well why didn’t you say so,” I teased, pushing my hand up his shirt and sliding my nails up and down the muscular cuts of his abs.
He tore off his shirt and then watched with dazed eyes as I knelt in front of him. I unzipped his jeans and pulled it and his briefs down to the floor.
Mark was more than ready, erect and stiff against my fingers. I used both my hands to knead him admiring the long length of him.
“Is that good?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” he rasped.
I took the head in my mouth, sliding the flat of my tongue along the mushroom-shaped tip.
He moaned. “God yes.”
I relished in the ease of which my mouth glided down his thick shaft. At this point, I didn’t need to ask him if I was doing this right. His body gave his satisfaction away. The muscles of his thighs flexed against my hand as I gripped both of his legs for support.
He grabbed a fistful of my curls and I let him. Messy hair was my pet peeve, but that didn’t matter now. His fingers dug at the back of my scalp, literally begging me to milk him. I was so turned on that my legs trembled and my clit throbbed with need.
I gagged when the cockhead hit the back of my throat as he thrust into my mouth in quick succession. He swelled on my tongue, and then purposely decreased his tempo. He pulled all the way out and pushed back in slowly. I tasted pre-cum, so it didn’t take me long to realize that he had prolonged his erection. I grabbed his dick, wet with my own saliva and kneaded him with my hands. One glance up and I was turned on by the look of pure bliss on his face. I caught his gaze, and then traced the entire length of him with long slow strokes.
“Ah, fuck,” he rasped and then pulled her mouth away from his throbbing member.
He picked me up and plopped me on the armrest of the sofa. “Spread your pretty legs,” he demanded.
I obliged his request and even slipped my fingers between my wet folds to test my readiness.
He snatched up his pants, found his wallet, and fumbled to open a condom wrapper.
Bending at the knee, he lifted my fingers to his mouth and sucked them dry. “Did you think I would let this evening go by without tasting this pussy?”
“No…” It was all I could manage.
“This won’t be the last time I taste you.”
He slid a finger up and down my wet lips and parted my labia. He pushed two fingers inside of me and curled them up against my G-spot. I screamed.
“Tell me it won’t,” he demanded.
“This won’t be the last time.”
He pleased me with his mouth, his wicked tongue grazed against my clit while his fingers worked me over. I was so high on ecstasy, I could barely breath. I didn’t want to come down. Not now, not ever.
I nearly came, but as soon as my walls began to shake around his digits, he pulled them out and plunged his big dick deep inside me. If my next breath were to be my last breath, I would have died having the best sex of my life. My legs quivered and shook and I called out Mark’s name as my climax took me by surprise.
We fell backward onto the couch where he continued to stroke in and out of me, never missing a single beat. Our orgasms were almost simultaneous, coming one after the other. In the aftermath, he held me close. I knew I was hooked when his deep breathing became music to my ears.
* * *
“Don’t go. Please.” These were the first words Mark spoke when we woke up from our short nap. We must have drifted off to sleep.
I was still in his arms and we were still nude.
“What do you want from me, Mark?” I asked.
“I don’t want this to be a fling, a one-time deal.” He pulled me on top of him and met my gaze. “I want your trust, your commitment, and I’ll give you mine in return. I promise I won’t break your heart.”
“Okay…” Everything
in my heart and soul wanted a deeper connection with Mark.
He grinned. “Really? I can have the most beautiful woman in the world to myself?”
I swatted at his chest. “Stop it.”
“It’s the truth, Candace. You are.”
I closed the gap between us and kissed him. This time our pace was slow and smooth. The delayed tempo didn’t stop us from wanting each other again. Soon, our impromptu evening encounter turned into a night of unbridled passion. I took pleasure in his promise that this would not be our last and only night in each other’s arms.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ambrielle Kirk pens tales of romance in various subgenres. Her favorites are contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and urban fantasy. As a child, she never really dreamed of being an author. It was a destined path that chose her. Now she writes with her readers in mind, but the characters, of course, dictate the outcome.
Visit her website at http://ambriellekirk.com if you enjoy romance with a seductive edge.
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Wicked Surrender by Ambrielle Kirk
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O for Two by Holley Trent
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