I watch her tongue lick her lips and catch the bit of chocolate just in the corner of her exquisite mouth, a mouth begging to be kissed. Her eyes are blazing with lust.

Fuck.

This girl knows how to turn on a guy. My dick’s pushing hard against the material of my pants and it takes all of my self-control not to jump her bones—right here, right now.

It would not be good for my public image, so, I restrain myself. But, I need to do something.

I lean across the table until my lips are only inches from hers. They part in anticipation and her tongue’s hovering just between her teeth.

“How about we see if we can get a room?”

Luckily for us, this restaurant is located in an exclusive five-star hotel.

Her face flushes a little as my warm breath caresses her cheek.

Unable to speak, she simply nods.

A few deep breaths in and out and I think it’s safe for me to stand up and signal one of the staff I’m ready to pay.

My credit card is returned to me and I pull out some notes to hand to a smiling waiter.

Chloe reaches for my arm and I pull her closer toward me. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but I want to touch her everywhere.

There’s a bit of a queue at the front desk of the prestigious Palace One and I feel anticipation gather in the pit of my stomach.

Part of me just wants to push past the waiting customers and say something like ‘Don’t you know who I am,’ to open-mouthed personnel who will instantly do as I command, but it seems childish. Surely, I can wait just a few more minutes.

But I feel like a kid at Christmas who can’t wait for Santa to arrive.

When it’s finally my turn, my brain is just about mush and it takes me a few seconds to string a proper sentence together. Normally, I’m a master of words. But apparently Chloe is my undoing.

“We’d like a room, please,” I say before I add, “One of your finest, please.”

Not only do I want to fuck Chloe, I want to fucking impress her.

“Do you have a booking?” the young man with too many pimples asks, and impatience rises in me. If I had a booking, I would fucking say so, wouldn’t I?

I shake my head so as not say something offending. It might not pay to offend this bumbling teenager in front of Chloe.

“I’m afraid, sir, we’re all booked up.”

His words are like a fucking cold shower. They can’t be booked up. I always get a room at this exclusive hotel if I need one.

Now, anger threatens to take over. I want to punch the pimply faced kid right between the eyes.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat and my eyes catch those of someone more senior looking. “I think you may need to check that again.”

Carlos, the manager comes over and smiles.

“Is there a problem?” he addresses his underling.

“This gentleman wants a room but...”

“Good to see you again, Aaron.” Carlos greets me like an old friend. Damn right. “We’ll have something for you in just a few minutes.” He smiles a knowing smile.

I feel Chloe’s hot body pressed into mine. Her fingers have started to travel beyond my waistband and are rubbing my lower back gently. Little electric pulses run through me.

“Thank you,” I croak and turn to look at Chloe.

Her eyes leave me under no illusion where her mind is right now. I bet her fucking pussy is already dripping down her thighs. I want to lick it up.

I can still taste her from the other night. Her juices a mixture of salty, sweet and delicious rose-scented bubble bath. Involuntarily, I lick my lips.

“Room sixteen hundred and thirty-five on the sixteenth floor, one of our presidential suites, is ready, Aaron.”

Carlos hands me the key and I smile at him.

“We hope you enjoy your stay. And keep up the good work,” he adds, and I give him a wave.

Outside the elevator, Chloe holds her head up toward me and I lean forward. Our lips meet. I press down on hers gently at first, but then harder. My tongue forces entry to find hers.

She groans and leans right into me. Like the missing puzzle piece, she’s a perfect fit. Her body molds against mine and I feel my insides melt and my fucking cock defy gravity and stand at full attention.

By the time the door opens up and I push her into it, my hands are on her fleshy ass. If I don’t get to feel her naked skin in the next fucking minute, I think I’m to explode from the inside.

The doors shut and my fingers don’t want to leave their position. They’ve come home.

But I force myself to peel them away from her luscious ass and I press the button for the sixteenth floor. With a soft purr, we start our journey upwards.

Frantically, her fingers now fumble with the buttons of my designer jeans.

It takes her less than a few seconds to free my throbbing cock, and I growl, wolf-like. Fuck. She’s so goddamn fucking hot.

Briefly, I wonder if she’s cast some kind of spell on me. I’ve never felt such pure animalistic lust toward another woman in my life. Of course, to cast a spell on me she needs to be a witch, and I have enough thinking power left to know there are no fucking witches. But the pull she has on me is strong.

Fuck, if she keeps going, my brain’s going to take leave and my fucking cock will be in charge. As it is, my brain’s unable to process any thought clearly.

We’re in the elevator.

What if…I start but am unable to reach any conclusion.

Chloe pulls away from me and her piano fingers start to play my cock like a fucking musical instrument, like she’s fucking Beethoven or some shit.

At first, she strokes the length of my shaft soft and gently. Then, without warning, she changes tactics and squeezes it hard.

Another wolf growl builds deep in my throat.

Instinctively, I press some buttons on the elevator display. With a jolt, it stops. Chloe’s a little unbalanced by the sudden movement but she regains control pretty quickly.

Slowly, almost too slowly, she drops down on her knees so her face is level with my throbbing fucking cock.

Her tongue darts out to lick the tip of it. She follows this with a gentle kiss. Her eyes are on me and my breathing’s getting shallow and fast.

With a devilish grin, she wraps her lips around my cock and sucks just on the tip of it gently, as if she’s got a fucking candy in her mouth. Yeah, that’s right baby, take that whole lollipop down your throat.

My Adam’s apple bobs up and down and it’s difficult to swallow.

She keeps going. Soft, gentle, slow, and with absolute precision. She sure as fuck knows what she’s doing.

Her hands have made their way into my boxers and found my balls. She plays with them, massages them and squeezes them.

Fuck. I’m beginning to see stars.

Her touch is charged with electricity and I feel I could power an entire electricity substation right—that’s how charged I feel.

She pulls away, smiles at me and licks her lips.

“You’re not in any pain are you?”

What the fuck? No fucking way. Not as long as her mouth is where it belongs—on my cock.

“No,” I manage to croak and my hands grab her head to push her back onto my waiting dick. I can see it twitch in anticipation.

“Good,” she purrs and moves her head to resume her position.

This time, she takes all of me and I feel her lips press against the base of my shaft. Holy fucking hell. Her tongue comes out and explores the base as she sucks long and hard.

I thrust my pelvis toward her, trying to push further into her. She has no trouble taking me.

My muscles in my abdomen start to pulse and I can feel my orgasm building deep within me.

Sensing I’m about to come, Chloe expertly increases her rhythm.

I match it and thrust in and out, fucking her face.

My eyes find our reflection in the gold-rimmed mirror in the small elevator cabin. Fuck, we look so fucking hot.

Her fingers are increasing their pressure on my balls. The world loses its focus. My brain feels as if I’ve swallowed four whiskeys straight and deep behind my belly the volcano erupts. Molten lava spreads through me and I come. Hard.

I come deep into her throat. She hungrily swallows every last drop of my creamy white cum. Load after load, I shoot it down her throat, and she keeps right on gulping it down.

Fuck. Yes.

Finally, when I’ve got none left, she releases my still throbbing cock.

She’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Everything ok, sir?” a metallic voice interrupts the moment.

Quickly, I tuck my cock back into my pants and help Chloe to her feet.

“The elevator seems to have stopped,” I reply through the intercom system as I watch Chloe unbutton her blouse, practically drooling as I do so. This fucking woman has me fucking crazy for her.

“We can’t detect a mechanical problem, sir,” the canned voice continues. “We’ve overridden the system and you should be moving any second.”

“Thank you,” I mutter just as there’s a little jolt and we do move again.

By the time we’re on our floor and outside our room, Chloe’s nearly unbuttoned all of her top.

I grab her by the wrists and roughly drag her into the room.

Time to rip her clothes off and really fuck her.