“Just relearning how to walk, thanks.”
“So you don’t mind fast and furious against the wall?” His arm ran up and down her side, and her free hand fondled his thigh.
“A new experience is always appreciated,” Sydney said, a puff of smoke slipping out of her lips.
“First time against a wall, eh?”
She nodded.
“Me too.” He snubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray and wrapped his arms around her.
“Well, this was a first for me in several ways.”
“Oh?”
“First time against a wall, first time with my nipple rings, which I must say you handled rather well, and first time at the Luxor.”
He smirked. “Me too.”
“All of it?”
“Well, first nipple rings, and first time against the wall.”
“Do you come here often to get laid?”
“No, usually just to gamble.”
“Ah,” Sydney said, stubbing out her smoke. Her robe slipped off her shoulder, and he nuzzled her neck. “Are you always this cuddly after sex?”
Hadrian stopped. “I thought women liked to be cuddled afterwards.”
She laid her head back, resting on his shoulder. “We do. I’m not used to it is all. My ex was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type.”
“And before him?”
“There weren’t many before him. It’s been so long, I can’t remember if there were cuddlers or not.”
“How long were you married?”
“Three years.”
His hand slid up her body, finding her nipple rings again, and he ran the tip of his finger over the metal. “And he never played with these?”
“This was rebellion against him.”
“So I’m the first to see these lovely toys, eh?” Clamping around the ring, he tugged at it.
Sydney sucked in some air.
Hadrian nuzzled her neck. It truly was an awesome neck. Sydney moaned some more. He continued playing with her nipple rings and ran kisses up and down her throat, the combination making her tremble against him.
“Oh, there, there…” Sydney said. By only kissing and playing with her nipples, Hadrian could feel her building up another orgasm. Her body shifted, twitched and convulsed against him, and his own member hardened, stabbing her in the back as she moved.
Sydney worked the top of the robe off, the white terrycloth pooling around her waist as Hadrian nibbled on her ears, her neck, her shoulders, anywhere he could reach, while his hands entertained themselves on her chest. She groaned and arched into his hands as he tugged on her.
“All I need is a chain,” he whispered in her ear, stroking the line where a chain would rest on her chest, hooking the two rings together. She moaned in response.
“I may have to get one.”
The prospect sent two opposite sensations of emotion through him. One that he loved. The idea that this wouldn’t be their only night together, because she overpowered him in a way no woman had in a very, very long time.
The other, though, was that she might actually consider showing such a thing to someone else, and that was something that he absolutely didn’t like.
But he wasn’t about to analyze that feeling in the moment. Especially when Syd turned around, kneeling in between his legs as she removed the robe.
For a moment, he gazed at her. The blue hair hung down in her face, making her look like something out of a children’s movie, sweet and innocent and playful.
But her body wasn’t anything childlike. A body made for sin. Pert boobs that fit in his hands, decorated with the metal rebellion hanging from each nipple. Yesterday, if someone told him he would be in love with body piercing, he would have told them they were insane.
Yet there it was—he friggin’ loved her nipple rings. He could spend hours playing with them, to see what kind of reaction he could draw out of her with them.
His toys…
He hadn’t had any toys in a long time.
His gaze wandered down to her flat stomach, smooth and delicate, like a fairy or something. She had the kind of body a man would be lost in for hours.
Then there was the metal. The belly ring that dangled from her belly button begged to be tugged and teased, like her nipple rings.
His mind wandered, and he mentally drew a line from her belly button to her nipples and back down, forming an inverted triangle, where he’d lick and touch and torment… dangle chains from them, tying them together…
He licked his lips.
She smiled at him. And when she did, he felt his heart inside start to melt. God, what would it take to have a woman smile like that at him every day? Like he was a god himself, that she was his goddess and together they ruled the world.
He shook off the thought. For one, this wouldn’t last beyond tonight. And ruling anything was the last thing on his mind. He didn’t live at home for a reason.
Sydney leaned down and started licking a path across his chest. He moaned as she peppered kisses over the skin. When she sucked one of his nipples in her mouth, he groaned, thrusting his hands in her hair, fisting the short locks.
She ran her fingers through the fine hair on his chest, licking a path down his chest. She followed the hair down toward his navel where she swirled her tongue around the circle.
Hadrian had no idea it was so erotic for a woman to lick his belly button. His head was going to explode soon if she kept this up, and he reached behind him, grabbing the pillows on the couch, holding on as he watched her.
Her hazel eyes met his as she licked the “V” where his legs met his hips. Warm air hit his sack, and he let out a shuddered breath, realizing she’d blown air on him. His cock twitched as she did the same to it.
One hand flew down to her head, grabbing her hair again, but she pushed against him, resisting any encouragement of where he wanted her mouth. And his cock was throbbing with need for her lips.
Yet she was going to get there in her own sweet time.
Exquisite torture that it was.
When her tongue crept out and touched the ridge around the head, he about came off the couch.
“Syd.”
She smiled at him, not taking her eyes off his as she licked the head again.
He rolled his eyes back in his head. He didn’t actually see her take him in her mouth, so the sensation was so strong, he cried out, sounding so primitive, he wondered if he’d reverted to Cro-Magnon man.
She slid her lips up and down, taking him slowly in his mouth, and he swore he’d died.
This had to be heaven. It had to be.
Then reality crashed into the room.
His pants started to ring.
Hadrian popped his head up. A stream of profanities flew out of his mouth in a multitude of languages. He caught himself before he got too pissed off, because he was pretty damn sure he knew who it was, and she was the last person on earth he wanted to talk to.
Sydney paused, one eyebrow raised. “Do you want to answer it?”
“No, I do not want to. Whoever it is will call back later.”
“What if it’s your mom?”
“With what you’re doing, I don’t think I could carry on a coherent conversation with my mother.”
The cell phone stopped ringing.
“See there, no big deal,” Sydney said, stroking him. “Now, where was I?” She returned to her previous work, and in a moment, he’d forgotten his irritation. It was still back there, but he…
What did she do with her tongue?
“I think…you…found it.”
She continued what she’d been doing. He was desperate to come, but he wasn’t about to come there. He needed to be fully sheathed in her.
He pulled her off of him.
“What?”
“If you keep this up, I won’t be able to control myself. And I really would rather make messes in other places.”
Sydney shifted herself so her hips rested on top of him. “Like here?”
“Yeah, like there.”
She slid on him, rocking up and down, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her to the perfect spot. He pressed up as she slid down, and he was sheathed by her warm heat, desperate for her body, to fill her completely…
She moaned as he filled her, and she matched his pace, one hand on the back of the couch, the other clasped in his as she moved against him. The movements increased their pace, making both of them pant and groan.
Then the room phone rang right next to Hadrian’s head.
A new slew of cuss words flew out of Hadrian’s mouth, and this batch had to be even more colorful than the last time, because Sydney sat up straighter, staring at him in the strangest way.
He grabbed the phone. “What?”
“Hadrian, I need to talk to you,” his assistant Alicia said. He knew that was who called earlier. She had amazing timing to interrupt any intimate moment he ever had.
Sydney continued rocking, a bit slower than before, but enough to keep his eyes on her. One of his hands reached up and stroked her breast, and he tugged at the ring.
“Well, this isn’t a good time,” Hadrian said.
“But this is very important, it’s an emergency,” Alicia said.
“I don’t care if you think it is an emergency.” He switched to the other breast, playing with that ring. After all, he couldn’t neglect the other beautiful boob. “Is any member of my immediate family dead?”
Sydney leaned over, a little closer to him, and he twisted the phone away from his mouth, and sucked one of those beautiful rings into his mouth, tugging on the nipple a bit before letting go.
“No,” came Alicia’s response.
He paused long enough to kiss Sydney’s other breast. “Then it’s not an emergency.” He turned enough to hang the phone back up. Alicia’s voice could be heard before he hung it up, and he made himself take a deep breath, trying to force back the irritation and anger that was consuming him at Alicia’s interruption.
Sydney touched his face. “Hadrian?”
He leaned down and kissed her hard, and the feel of her lips against his was suddenly calming him. It was like she funneled the negative out of him, sending it out of him and off into the ether. Guiding her back, he flipped them so that he was on top, with her on the bottom, and he started to press into her.
Sydney’s arms flew around him, her hips spread wide, one leg around his hip. He started sliding in and out of her again, hard, fast, and powerful. Sydney gasped at his pace, and gripped tight on his shoulders, her nubs of fingernails digging into his skin.
Every thrust seemed to cleanse him like she was the balance he’d been looking for all of his life. Where he was a man. Not a prince. Not a cook.
Where he was himself.
He groaned, and with a couple more fierce slams, they both came hard, her pulsing around him, and him erupting with a growl. Sydney ran a hand through his hair.
“You know, we still haven’t made it to the bed,” she said with a grin.
“We’ll get there eventually.”
For the second morning in a row, I awoke next to a sleeping god. Hadrian slept soundlessly next to me, the bed linens a wild and crazy mess. After the couch, we did eventually make it to the bed, but that only encouraged more wild and crazy sex.
Last night, I trusted him with anything he wanted to do. I think we got, oh, three hours of sleep.
And this morning?
Did it really matter? After all, in twelve hours, I’d be on a plane back to Wichita, back to my real life.
Hadrian moved on the bed, rolling and reaching out. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had probably an hour and a half before my first class. I needed to get dressed, get my stuff brought downstairs to the desk, get my bill settled, and get to the first class that my boss was paying for.
The hair show.
Hadrian’s hand caressed my side.
Hadrian or hair show?
Hadrian or hair show that I spent hundreds of dollars on to come to?
Hadrian and his wonder dick or the hair show?
Hadrian opened his eyes and smiled.
Screw it. I’m going with Hadrian. I can always go to more hair shows.
He glanced at the clock. “I thought you had to go to class today?”
“What? Gotta get rid of me so you can see your next date?”
He laughed. “I don’t think anyone could compete with you.”
I scooted into his arms. “That’s very sweet this early in the morning. Thank you.”
“Are you sure you can’t stay an extra night?”
“I have to work tomorrow.”
He wrapped his corded arms around me. “Your plane got delayed. Now you have to stay here with me.” I snuggled into his arms, nuzzling his chest. The warm masculine smell of him made my nerves tingle.
Especially the fact that the after glow smell of awesome sex still seemed to linger, making me want to jump back on him and see if I could ride him to unconsciousness.
Just as I was entertaining these ideas, my hand sliding down to his wonder-dick, my cell phone started to ring.
Wait.
That wasn’t my phone. It was his.
A weird feeling washed over me. Hadrian rolled to the side, the ringing jarring him from sleep.
And whoops, it killed his wonder dick too.
“Damn,” he muttered as he crawled out of bed and headed into the living area.
I heard him pick up and growl into the phone.
I let out a sigh. Evidently, his assistant was as annoying as my ex was. Thinking of him made me wonder for a moment why I hadn’t heard from him while I was away. I figured he’d spend his weekend trying to annoy me on mine.
That was more his standard fare.
Maybe, just maybe, he’s given up?
Could it be?
Could I be so damn lucky?
Hadrian re-emerged in the bedroom. “You have to go.” His face had gone pale, his eyes wide, and the urgency in his voice made my stomach fall.
“What? Why? What’s the matter?” I got up off the bed and came toward him.
He held out his hand. “No, you have to go.” He darted about, throwing on clothes as fast as he could, running his fingers through his hair. He held up a bundle, and I realized it was my clothes.
I took it all, my hands shaking as I started to dress. “Hadrian, what is it?”
“I can’t… You have to go. Get out of here now.”
I pulled on my sweater and my jeans. “What’s the deal, why the urgency?”
“She’s here,” he said. “Alicia’s here. You have to get out of here.”
“Your assistant? What’s the big deal?”
“Something’s happened.” He was practically pushing me toward the door, but as we reached it, he spun me around to face him. “I can’t talk about it right now, but know this, Sydney Martinson. I have adored every moment we’ve spent together this weekend, and I will treasure it always.”
“Hadrian, what’s going on? Are you dying or something?” I asked, trying to keep some levity in the moment, which he seemed to need desperately.
“I might be.”
With that, he pushed me out the door.
Without my purse.
I spun around, pounding on it. “Hadrian.”
“What?” He jerked the door open.
“My purse.”
“Oh.” I came back inside, scooping up my purse and my bags from the other hotel.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on,” I said, trying to keep my voice level, “but if you need a friend, please don’t hesitate to call me. I’d be happy to tell your assistant that your personal style is fine.”
A smile quirked up on the corner of his mouth. “I appreciate that. But unfortunately, this is a bit bigger than my clothes.”
“What is the matter?”
“Something’s happened. I don’t know what yet.”
I nodded. “And your assistant’s here to come get you?”
A jerk
of his head was his only reply.
I reached up, caressing his cheek. He turned his head to nuzzle my palm and place a kiss on it. He wrapped his hand around mine, holding my hand on his cheek for a second.
“This isn’t how I wanted this morning to go.” He pulled me up against him, pressing a kiss against my neck, then on my lips.
My whole body tingled from the kiss, and I felt that crazy wanton part of myself surge to the surface. I wanted to shove him against the wall, tell his assistant to stow it and have my way with him.
This time he did smile at me as he released me. “And I wager that you feel about the same way.”
“You have no idea, buddy.”
He let out a moan. “Ever feel like you’re completely out of control of your own life?”
The words resonated with me deeper than he possibly could know. “Yeah…” I adjusted my purse on my shoulder and turned toward the door. As I walked out the door, I turned back and looked at him. “Call me, okay?”
“I will.”
And that was the end of that.
Chapter Nine
I took a shower in my room, packed up my stuff and got on the elevator to the main floor. I knew I could check my bags into a storeroom at the hotel until my flight. I had asked when I checked in, and they said a shuttle would take me to the airport whenever I was ready to leave.
Was I bummed? Yeah, a little. I mean, I had a full day of classes ahead of me. Which was a good thing, since I loved what I did.
I really did love doing hair.
I tried to force myself to think of this as a positive. I was young—twenty-nine was young right?—and I was about to go to a day full of classes. I’d gotten to have two awesome nights with Hadrian Drake, something, if nothing else, I could brag about.
He was People Magazine’s Hot Chef.
And if the planets aligned right, he might actually call me later.
Probably not today, but who knows? Maybe after he got the emergency taken care of he’d be able to give me a holler. Even if it was for a booty call…
And what a booty call it could be.
I fanned myself.
Truly, I was lucky.
I’d gotten to be me for a couple days.
A guy even liked me as me too. Double bonus.
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