The Bogus Boyfriend Page 5
We paid and got out of there, speed-walking back to the hotel. I was staying so late I’d paid for another night, so Collin checked out and came to my room, looking flushed and horny. It was a good look on him.
We kissed, hungry for each other. Knowing it would be the last time for a while, I couldn’t get enough of my sexy little nerd. When we parted, his glasses were askew and his hair stood up all over his head from my fingers tugging at it.
“Who’s fantasy are we working on?” he asked.
I growled, grabbed him by the front of the shirt, and pulled him close. I ran my tongue over his lips before saying, “Well, you aren’t at work, so fucking you in your cubicle’s out.” I glanced toward the window. The drapes were open. Collin’s eyes followed mine, and he swallowed. “Get naked and over by the window,” I said, and took a step back to watch him.
Collin’s hand shook as he undid his jeans. I watched him strip, getting harder with every article of clothing he discarded. When he stood naked before me, he gave me the sexiest look before turning and striding toward the window, where he stood as though admiring the view. I followed, opening my fly as I went, my eyes pinned to his fine ass. Remembering how I’d eaten it the night before, I growled low in my throat. Collin shivered.
Standing behind him with barely an inch between us, I brought my lips close to his ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” I said. “Right up against the glass where anyone could see you if they just looked up.”
His breathing accelerated.
Reaching around him, I ran my fingers over his small, erect nipples. “Love these. So tiny and perfect.” I heard Collin swallow. “My cock is so hard for you right now.” I peered over his shoulder. “And I can see how much you want me.” With a little shove, I brought his naked flesh against the window, which came down far enough that Collin’s knees touched the glass. He gasped.
Softly, I kissed his throat, hands at his waist, fingers stroking his hip bones. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
I left him there, facing the window, and grabbed the lube and a condom. Returning to him, I proceeded to kiss along his shoulder and neck while lubing him with two fingers. He was hot and bothered within seconds, and soon begging me to take him.
“I need you to tell me exactly what you want, Collin,” I said, rubbing his prostate with my fingers. He moaned, pressing his body against the glass. Sixteen floors below, cars and people went about their daily business.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said breathlessly. “Right here, right now, against the glass.”
I groaned. Easing my fingers out of him, I replaced them with my hard cock, slamming him against the pane.
“Oh, God,” he said, palms flat against the glass. I did it again. And again. Until I’d set up a rhythm that had us both moaning. When I got close, I grabbed hold of his cock and stroked him until we both came.
When I had the strength, I peeled myself away from him.
“Look what I’ve done to the window,” Collin said on a laugh, and I looked to see his jizz painting the glass.
I chuckled as he went in the bathroom to get something to clean it off.
July couldn’t come soon enough.
Collin
One Year Later
“We’re supposed to be at the bar in ten minutes,” I said, stepping onto the elevator with Damon. We were in the same hotel we’d met in the year before, celebrating our one year anniversary as a couple.
It had only taken a couple of visits back and forth between Pittsburgh and Nashville for us to realize we’d wanted more, so I had moved to be with him in October of last year. I’d been going to get my own place, but after a couple of weeks living with Damon, I’d stopped looking. What was the point? We could already tell we’d spend all our time together.
The elevator doors closed. I looked at Damon in his ripped jeans and T-shirt, tattoos I was now intimately familiar with covering both arms, and still couldn’t believe I was with him. And we were a strong couple, both in and out of the bedroom, our personalities meshing as perfectly as our bodies did.
The elevator jerked to a stop, and I looked to the numbers above the door to find them dark.
“Uh, oh,” I said.
“Really?” Damon pushed the button for assistance.
“I know what we can do while we wait,” he said after the front desk had promised they’d get right on it.
“What?” I asked, although I thought I knew.
He stepped closer and unbuckled my belt, citrus aftershave tickling my nose.
“Up against the wall, sexy.”
Hmm. Elevator sex. That’s something we hadn’t tried yet. I dropped my pants and obeyed.
THE END.
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Books by Rebecca James
CONTEMPORARY
Partners and Lovers
The Hedonist MC series
The Ballerino and the Biker
The Pet Stylist and the Playboy
The Brat and the Bossman
The Survivor and his Safe Place
The Hacker and his Heart’s Desire
Coming Soon: The Diva and his Daddy
PARANORMAL
The River Wolf Pack series
First Omega
Second Alpha
Third Mate
The Angel Hills series
Omega Arrival
Ripples of Threat
The Cascade City Pack series
An New Beginning
Breaking the Bonds
SCI-FANTASY
The Wolves of Daos 5
Teresias Bound
OMEGAVERSE
The Alpha’s Forbidden Omega