Sloan leads me by the hand out of the bar and to the front desk in the lobby. This must be why Stacey chose this place for our date. That sneaky little bitch. Her plan worked.
The woman at the desk eye-fucks the shit out of Sloan, and I try not to roll my eyes. She leans over the counter, shoving her boobs together, as she looks up at him. The woman hands Sloan a piece of cardboard that contains two plastic key cards for our room. He guides me toward the elevators with his hand on my lower back. It’s not too late to change my mind.
I should turn around and run out the door before the car opens for us. But it’s too late. I already committed to sleeping with a man I just met. I want to go through with this. What is wrong with me? Who does stuff like this? For years, I was too busy with school to care much about dating.
I always figured I would worry about a relationship once I settled down with my career. The only issue is that I have seven more years until the end of my surgical residency. I cannot wait that long to have a life or to have sex again. Eighteen months is long enough.
We get inside the elevator, the car vacant and mirrored floor to ceiling. Sloan pushes the button for the twentieth floor.
“I don’t normally do stuff like this,” I admit. “I want you to know that before we go through with this.”
He chuckles. “It’s cute how nervous you are around me. We don’t have to do anything if this makes you uncomfortable. I’m not in the habit of forcing women to have sex with me.”
I peek up at him. He’s at least eight inches taller than me, even in Stacey’s heels.
“I’m the one who initiated it,” I confess.
“But you’ve changed your mind?”
I shake my head. “Nope, not at all. I just wanted you to know that I’m not some whore who jumps into bed with strangers all the time. This is legit my first time.”
“We don’t have to do this,” he tells me, taking a step back from me.
“I want to.” I slide my fingers up his arm, staring up at him.
He flashes a closed-mouth smile that reaches up to his eyes.
The car opens to our floor with a loud ding that causes me to jump. I step out of the elevator and into the tiled foyer. Sloan comes up to my side, hooks his arm through mine, and escorts me down the long hall to our room. He sticks the white key card into the slot, waits until the light turns green, and then pushes open the door.
Moment of truth. Can I go through with having sex with a hot stranger? I look up at him, as if I need a reason to have sex with this yummy hunk of man. He closes and locks the door behind us, my anxiety now kicking up another notch.
Sloan comes up from behind me and sets his hands on my hips, pulling my back into his chest. He’s hard and digging his erection into my ass cheek. Dipping his head down to kiss my neck, he moves his hands up to my breasts, cupping them over my dress. I am so done. My nipples harden from his simple touch. There’s no way I can walk away now.
He unzips me, his fingers on my skin, sending a chill down my spine as he helps me out of my clothes. The dress drops to the floor at my feet, leaving me exposed, bared to a man I don’t even know. Everything about this night is uncharacteristic for me. Even my dating profile wasn’t me.
My bra and panties are next, falling to the carpet along with my dress. Sloan spins me around so that our eyes meet, and appraises every inch of my naked body. He flicks his tongue across his bottom lip, his subtle gesture dampening my panties.
“You’re perfect,” he says, twisting my nipple between his fingers.
I moan from his touch. “No, I’m not.”
But I will be whatever he wants as long as he keeps using his hands like this.
Sloan sucks on my bottom lip, his fingers tugging on my nipples, before he sweeps his tongue into my mouth. My body grows warmer from each flick of his tongue, each pinch of my swollen buds that hurt from his rough touch. He’s aggressive with me, but not so much that it bothers me. It has been far too long since the last time I had sex. I need this.
Our mouths separate long enough for Sloan to guide me to the bed and bend me over the edge of the mattress. I place my palms on the comforter and glance over my shoulder at him to watch him undress. Dark tattoos cover parts of his chest, wrap around his biceps, and spread down to his forearms. He’s not like any of the doctors I know, who are more on the conservative side. After throwing his clothes on the floor, he tears open a condom and slides it down his length with a wild hunger in his eyes.
“So wet for me,” he says, sliding his finger along my slick folds. His hand separates my thighs further, allowing him easy access.
I suck in a ragged breath and moan his name. He leans over me, massaging my clit with one hand and my breast in the other. His cock rubs against my inner thigh, and the closer he brings me to my climax, I wish he would take me from behind.
“Fuck me,” I choke out. “Please.”
I never thought I would resort to begging, but I need to feel this man inside me.
He breathes against the shell of my ear, giving me goose bumps that spread down my arms. “You going to beg?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
“Flip over,” he says.
I do as he asks and scoot my butt along the mattress until I reach the center of the bed. His eyes have a palpable hunger in them when he looks at my pussy. By the time he climbs on the bed with me, I’m so wet and impatient that I grab his hand and shove two of his fingers inside me. I tighten my grip on his fingers and he works harder, moving faster. He can tell I am close.
I tremble beneath him, my muscles clenching as an orgasm rocks through me. Once he withdraws his fingers, he fists his cock. Positioned between my legs, he eases into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. My body relaxes along with his, and then he picks up the pace and grips my hips. He fucks me—just like I had asked.
Sloan lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and pushes further inside me. I tighten my grip on him, a brush of heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes, as an intense orgasm builds. He shows no sign of completion, pumping faster with each thrust, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. We lock eyes, another earth-shattering orgasm dominating my body. He thrusts into me a few more times before he leans down to kiss me, slow and passionate. After Sloan leaves a trail of kisses along my chest, he slides out of me, still hard and ready for more.
“Wow,” I say, gasping for air. I tilt my head to the side and peek over at Sloan. “That was…Just wow!”
He smirks. “Want to join me in the shower?”
I nod, as if there were any doubt.
Chapter Four
SLOAN
The next morning, I wake with Ava curled up next to me, wondering how to go about handling this situation. We never even talked, other than a few words exchanged at the bar, before I bent her over this bed. I did the same a few more times before we crashed three hours ago. One-night stands are awkward. I have a love-hate relationship with them for obvious reasons.
I slide my legs off the bed, grab my pants from the floor, and remove my cell phone from the pocket. Several missed calls from the hospital flash on the screen along with two new messages from my best friend, Wyatt Summers, about his bachelor party tomorrow night.
I get dressed in a hurry, glancing over my shoulder at Ava. She stirs in the bed, the sheets wrapped tightly around her naked body.
“Morning,” she says, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
“Morning. I have to get to work. You can sleep here until the checkout at ten if you like.”
Ava sits up, taking the sheet with her, and pulls her legs into her chest. With her back propped up against the headboard, she leans her head to the side and looks at me. She’s gorgeous, and for a second, I want to be greedy and have her again. But I think better of it. I have to run home, shower, and get back to the hospital to meet with the Chief again.
“No, that’s okay. I need to leave, too.” She drops the sheet on the bed and stands up to look for her clothes, g
iving me a magnificent view of her naked body. “Have you seen my dress?” She glances around the room until she spots it on the floor next to me.
I pick it up for her, and she rushes over to me to take it from my hand. I want to touch her. Her nipples are the perfect shade of pink and pointed right at me. I want to close my mouth over them and suck until she moans my name again. Now, I’m hard and annoyed that I have to leave. Fuck. One-night stands are supposed to be easy. So, why don’t I want to go?
“Do you want to do this again?” I ask her, now realizing how dumb that sounds.
“I start a new job on Monday. I won’t have much time for dating.” She slips into her dress and turns around for me to zip her up.
“We don’t have to date,” I counter. “We could keep it casual.”
She spins around to face me and fixes her hair over her shoulders by using her fingers as a comb. “Just sex? No strings attached.”
I nod. “I’m afraid that’s about all I have time for now that I’ve gotten a promotion.”
Ava holds onto my arm as she shoves her foot into one heel and then the other. “Yeah, that works for me. I’ve never done this before. How do we do this?”
“We can start by texting. I can let you know when I’m free, and you can do the same.”
“This weekend would be good,” she says, bending down to retrieve her purse from the carpet. “It’s kind of my last weekend of freedom for a while. My friend is dragging me to a club called The Sixth Floor. Have you heard of it?”
“Yeah. My friends love it there. They have cage dancers and themed nights.”
“My friend signed us up for the amateur dance night they’re having on Saturday. I’m sure that will be super embarrassing for me. Feel free to stop by and witness my public humiliation.”
For the first time since we met last night, the girl I messaged with finally appears. The girl behind the chat message was funny, whereas the woman I met in her place seemed nervous and closed off until she slid her hand up my thigh.
I smile at her. “I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll be out that night for my friend’s bachelor party. We’re doing a bar crawl, so it might take a while to get to The Sixth Floor, but I’ll make sure we end up there.”
She flashes a polite grin and tucks her purse under her arm.
We check the room one last time to make sure we have all of our stuff before we exit and head to the elevator bank at the end of the hall. Ava pushes the button to call a car, and then steps back to stand next to me. Peeking up at me, she bites her bottom lip.
“We don’t have to make this weird,” I tell her. “If you don’t want to meet up again, you don’t have to.”
The elevator opens on our floor, and we step inside.
“No, I want to.” Ava brushes her fingers against mine as if to reassure me. “I had fun last night. We should do it again.”
We step off the elevator to a crowd of people moving throughout the bustling hotel lobby. For a second, we break apart to make room for a family of six, and then Ava is back again at my side.
A bellhop holds open the door for us, and we step outside to the sun glaring in our eyes.
I raise my hand up to my forehead and look at Ava. “Do you need a ride?”
She shakes her head and pulls a set of keys from her purse. “Nope. I parked my car in the lot across the street.”
“You know they have valet parking at the hotel, right?”
She laughs. “We can’t all be doctors who can afford the thirty dollars to have someone park our car.”
Unsure of how to respond without sounding like a rich jerk, I offer her a closed-mouth smile.
I hand the man at the valet stand on the sidewalk the ticket from my wallet. He reads the ticket, tells me to wait here, and that he’ll bring my car around in a few minutes.
“Well, it’s been real,” Ava says to me, her voice soft and seductive. “I guess I will see you at The Sixth Floor.” She inches away from me.
“Sounds good. See you then.”
Should I grab Ava and kiss her goodbye? No, that might make this more of a date than a hookup. So, I let her walk away, my cock growing harder with each shake of her perfect ass.
Chapter Five
AVA
Saturday night seemed like a week away from my last encounter with Sloan, when in reality it was only one day from the time we’d parted ways. I have on another one of Stacey’s dresses, a short red one that stops mid-thigh and makes my cleavage look good, paired with black heels.
I glance over at Stacey. “How did you talk me into doing this amateur dance thing with you?”
She flashes a wide grin at me. “Because I am the master of persuasion. I’m also a hard person to say no to.”
“That’s because you push until you get your way.”
“Hey, my take-charge attitude is what got you laid by the hottest doctor in town. Mmmkay? So, I don’t wanna hear it, babe. Your cobwebs are flushed out now. By the way, you’re welcome.”
I shake my head at her, laughing. My best friend is impossible sometimes. “I am not going to thank you for stealing my phone, creating a dating profile, and sexting with Sloan for me.”
“Maybe you’re not thanking me, but your lady bits are.” She says the last part with a wink.
Stacey pulls into the parking lot at The Sixth Floor, the newest nightclub in downtown Philadelphia. We heard about the club from a group of college kids in our apartment building. Everything in this place is supposed to be top notch, from the liquor to the décor. The outside could have fooled me, though.
I stare up at the old factory that looks like nothing special. It’s hard to tell we’re at a club.
I turn to Stacey, confused. “Do you have the right address?”
“Yeah. There are tons of cars here, and the GPS says this is the spot. This has to be it.”
“It looks kinda sketchy.”
She shrugs and opens her door. “Don’t overthink it. Tonight is about having fun before we become surgical residents who sleep in their scrubs and work ninety-hour weeks.”
I let out an exaggerated groan. “Don’t remind me.”
Leery of our surroundings, I glance around the dark lot on our way to the door. A white Suburban with tinted windows rocks from the people fucking inside, and I laugh to myself. Two attractive men, both with blond hair and in their late twenties, are waiting at the door next to a bouncer dressed head to toe in black.
The taller of the two turns around, and a sigh of relief escapes his lips when he sees us. “Oh, good. You’re here.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Huh?”
He steps forward to throw his arm across my shoulder and pulls me into his thick chest, the smell of earthy cologne filling my nostrils. I attempt to wiggle free from his grasp, but he holds me tight.
“Play along for two seconds, and I’ll buy your drinks for the rest of the night,” he whispers.
I could care less about him paying for me.
Before I can respond with a polite no, thank you, the bouncer says, “Are they with you?”
Stacey whispers something to the blond-haired man next to her and then says, “Yes, they’re with us.”
Why is she playing along with whatever the hell is happening here? We don’t know the men cocooning us in their warmth, as if we are their girlfriends.
Weird.
“IDs,” the bouncer says to us.
They must’ve already checked the guys even though it’s obvious they are of age. Stacey and I look young but legal. We hand over our licenses and the bouncer stamps our hands with a red circle. Then the men pay for us, leading us by the hand into the dark club, dragging us behind them as if we belong to them.
Once we’re out of the bouncer’s line of sight, I shake my hand free from the strange man and pull Stacey away from her fake date.
“Thanks, ladies,” the taller blond says to me. “I meant what I said. Let us buy your drinks tonight.”
I throw my hands onto my hips. “What was t
hat all about?”
He shrugs. “The bouncer is a dick. He wouldn’t let us in unless we had dates.”
This sounds like a line of bullshit.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “Apparently, it’s the new rule for Saturday nights.” He holds out his hand, offering it to me to shake. “I’m Nate.”
I touch my fingers to his for a second. “Ava.”
“Thanks for helping us out, Ava.” He shoves his hand through his short hair and smiles.
For the first time since he ambushed me, I finally get a good look at Nate. He’s about the same age as Sloan with messy blond hair and deep brown eyes. He’s handsome, sexy even, but he doesn’t compare to Sloan.
“That’s nice of you,” I yell over the loud music. “But I can get my own drink.”
He frowns but his disappointment doesn’t last for too long before he recoups, replacing it with a cocky smirk. Nate runs his fingers down my bare arm, his touch doing nothing for me. Not like when I was with Sloan. The energy between us was electric.
“I insist.” Nate steers me toward the bar on the far right wall with his big hand on my shoulder.
Following behind us, Stacey chats up Nate’s friend as if she has known him for a long time. Some people can find something to talk about with anyone. My best friend is one of those people. She’s the queen of small talk.
Taking in the dense air and the stench of sweaty bodies, I glance up at the purple lights that illuminate the mirrored walls and ceiling, casting shadows of the people grinding on each other. Parts of the club are roped off, the VIP areas lined with plush couches, some of them even with their own bartender.
Two girls are dancing in cages suspended in the air, high enough for everyone in the club to see them perfectly. Each of the girls wraps her half-naked body around a pole at the center, dropping to the floor with such grace I can’t help but stare.
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