“This time you’ll get to take it off,” I whispered in his ear. He breathed in deeply and I felt him start to get hard against my belly.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” he said in a thick voice, pulling me against him more tightly.
“Spend time with your friends and whet your appetite. As long as only I get the benefit.”
“Only you, Lily.” He was trailing kisses along my jaw and I could sense he was getting very excited. His muscles were tensing and his breathing was getting faster and heavier. Time for a break if we were going to get out of the room.
“They’re expecting us now, but later we’ll have all night.” I gave him one last tender kiss on the lips and pulled away.
Dinner was fantastic. We sat on banquettes around low tables and shared food that we ate with our hands. Adam stared into my eyes as he sucked some hummus off my fingers and I felt my tummy fill with butterflies. I knew that by the time he got back to me, he would more than ready to play. A week apart, the exotic room, the anticipation … this was going to be one hot night in Marrakesh.
Later that evening I found myself at Rio. I had to admit it was fun. We drank fruity drinks and Jason told us raunchy stories from his days as a dancer. Although I laughed, and yes, ogled a little, I behaved myself. I can’t say the same for all of my friends. The ladies and Jason were fine, but Bruce … oy vey. The show was wild, but he was wilder. I thought we might have to hose him down. I had a feeling Jason would be putting on a private show for him when we got back to the hotel. I had a few fruity cocktails, and I’ll be honest, I was feeling no pain. We had fun, dancing, laughing, joking and teasing each other. Finally, Gabrielle’s phone buzzed and she talked for a minute or two and then hung up and leaned over to whisper to me, sounding a little tipsy herself.
“Adam and Braden want us to come back.” She laughed. “They miss us.”
“So, you’re saying they’re horny and they want to get laid.” I joked.
“Exactly, but that’s okay with me, because so am I. I keep picturing Braden peeling off his clothes and strutting his stuff like that for me.”
“I know what you mean. Adam has the cockiness for it too.”
“They both have the body,” Gab said with a tipsy giggle.
“We’ve got some hot men waiting for us back at the hotel. What are we doing here?”
The others were still having fun, and wanted to stay a while longer, so Gab and I grabbed a cab back to the hotel together. When we walked in the lobby, I immediately saw Adam and Braden standing near the fountain, waiting for us. They would have been hard to miss even in this lobby full of other beautiful sights. They were laughing together and they really did look so incredibly good, my tall dark and handsome fiancé, and Gabrielle’s Norse god husband.
They looked up at the same time and both of them smiled. We walked up to them and I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around Adam and pulling him against me tightly. I just wanted to be touching him. In all kinds of places. The feeling seemed to be mutual and he was running his hands all over me.
“So, how was your naughty show?” I asked, smiling up at my naughty guy.
“Tame compared to you,” he answered, staring at my lips like maybe he was remembering that day in his office.
“How was your naughty show?” Braden asked, giving Gabrielle a hungry look.
“I was thinking that I would have you do those moves for me later.” She laughed.
“No time like the present,” he said smiling suggestively.
“Time for bed!” she replied. I had a feeling she knew that look he was giving her.
“Bed sounds good,” Adam said, stroking my back in the way that drove me wild.
“Let’s go now,” I said, swallowing.
We listened to a MUZAC version of Rhinestone Cowboy as we ascended to the twenty-third floor. Braden drummed his fingers on the wall. Adam tapped his foot. Gabrielle shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other and I bit my lip and fidgeted. We were two very amorous couples dying to get to our private places. In more ways than one. There was a lot of tension in that elevator. It wasn’t helped along by the six other people, from six different floors, sharing it with us. When one drunken looking guy accidentally pushed the wrong button, Adam looked at him like he was planning to throw him down the stairs.
Finally, the bell dinged for twenty-three and we practically sprinted out to our rooms, which were next to each other. There were hurried goodnights and Adam quickly put out the “Do Not Disturb” sign and flipped the latch. Then, he slowly turned, and gave me one of the hottest looks I’ve ever seen. I started breathing faster and getting all tingly.
He took off his jacket and tossed it aside. Then he untucked and unbuttoned his shirt and took off his belt, shoes and socks. He dimmed the lights, found Skin by Rhianna on my iPod and plugged it in to the speakers. Finally, he turned the chair from the desk around to face the middle of the room and sat down to wait.
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, feeling my heart pounding in my chest and a tingling ache between my legs. He was beautiful, his dark eyes flashing, that sinful mouth curved up with just the hint of a sexy smile. Moments like this, I could hardly believe he was mine. The guy everyone had always wanted, that every girl had fantasized about. Now he was a man, a man sexy enough to have any woman he wanted, and he wanted me. And God knows, I wanted him!
I kept looking deeply into his eyes as I reached behind myself and eased down the zipper of my dress. I let the straps fall from my shoulders, and then let my dress fall to the floor. I stood there in a black lacy bra and panties, black thigh high stockings and high heels. I saw him swallow and run his tongue over his lips as his eyes slowly traveled up and down my body appreciatively.
“Come and sit on my lap,” he said thickly.
I walked up to him slowly and swung a leg over his lap, straddling him and bracing my hands on his shoulders. That cocky smirk that used to annoy the hell out me now set my body on fire. Now I knew first-hand that Adam had something to be cocky about.
“What do you want me to do now?”
“You know what I want you to do.”
With my feet planted on the floor, I began slowly circling my hips to the beat of the music, rubbing up against his cock. He held my waist and his breathing grew heavy.
“You like that?” I asked seductively.
“Oh, yeah.” He groaned. I started mixing in hard little thrusts with my movements, and his eyes got hazy, as he started moving into a state of intense arousal.