“Jaylon—” Becca’s head spun, his words making her pulse race with a flood of anticipation.

The desk clerk cleared his throat and Becca jumped, jerking back from Jaylon.

“How may I help you?”

“Uhm, yes. We’d like a room. I mean, I’d like a room—yes—” she coughed. “One room, please.”

The clerk grinned at the two of them still tangled with each other. “Are you sure about that, miss?”

Becca swallowed, sliding her eyes to Jaylon, again. His were dark with untamed need, a glint of his animal, hungry and waiting in their depths, and she didn’t need a mirror to know hers were just as feral.

He lifted her hand to his lips, answering the clerk’s question without taking his eyes from Becca.

“She’s sure. One room, but make it a suite. A two-bedroom suite.”

“How many room keys would you like, Mr.—”

“Ross. Jaylon Ross. Two keys. One night.”

Jaylon gave the clerk his credit card and the man handed it back with their keys. “Enjoy your night.”

Becca’s mouth watered as they hurried to the elevator. A feeling of decadence floated over her. Self-indulgent. It was the only word that fit. She’d thrown everything she was supposed to accomplish today to the winds and she didn’t care.

One day of uninhibited pleasure. That’s what she promised herself. Even if this was for one night, she would remember it forever. Hell, every woman needed something to dream about. Right?

The elevator slid open and they stepped inside, arm in arm. The car was empty and she caught their reflection in metallic doors. Jaylon was tall and utterly striking. Broad shouldered and muscular with a dark, smoldering kind of gorgeous. In comparison, she was short, with full curves, and despite her cat’s predatory yellow-green eyes and the sexy swell to her well-kissed lips, a slash of self-conscious heat hit her cheeks.

He stood behind her and moved her hair to one side, exposing her bare shoulder. Slipping his hands around her waist, his palms splayed against her belly.

“Look at yourself, Becca.” His voice held a gravelly edge that made her clit ache. “Can you see what I see? Your luscious body with its soft curves beckoning to be touched. And your scent—” he leaned in close to her ear. “Your wet, delicious scent. You’re ready, love. Ready to be fucked.”

“Jaylon—” Becca leaned back into his chest, her nipples high and aching.

He feathered his lips over her shoulder, and as if he knew, his hands reached for her breasts, cupping their full weight as his fingers pinched the stiffening peaks through her thin cotton camisole.

His hard length pressed against her back. “I can’t wait anymore, Becca. You’re swollen and wet and it’s making my mouth water and my cock like a rock.”

Jaylon pushed the stop button and the elevator jerked to a halt. With one fluid move he spun her around, her wrists locked above her head against the mirrored wall.

His free hand gathered her skirt to her hips before tearing the crotch from her lacy underwear. The fabric curled, exposing her wet sex and he pushed her legs apart.

She wanted Jaylon more than anything, and her inner cat screamed to be taken.

Using his free hand, he spread her, her thick thighs slick with her own juice. He freed his cock and drove his member deep, his wolf growling as he buried his face in her hair, her juicy scent surrounding him, driving him.

Becca licked her lips, matching the feral sound with one of her own.

“Oh baby, you feel so good. Better than I imagined.”

Becca turned her head, watching his face in her peripheral vision, his raw need and want pushing her to the edge.

He took her mouth, devouring her as his cock took her pussy, hard and deep, her slick cleft taking him to his balls.

A sphere-shaped strobe at the center of the ceiling blinked and its loud ping dragged Becca’s attention for a moment, her jaw dropping as she realized what it was.

“Oh my God! Jaylon! There’s a camera in here!”

He grinned against the side of her throat, his lips kissing the base of her ear. “Baby, porn stars got nothing on us.”

He nipped her earlobe and then turned with her toward the corner, screening her with his body. “I’m not done with you, love,” he whispered putting his hand over hers as she straightened her skirt.

“My panties are in shreds,” she murmured, tugging her hem from her waistband, her body still on the verge as he kissed her neck.

“Makes for easy access.” He zipped his pants as best he could before moving to slide his arm around Becca’s shoulders. “Ready?”

She nodded, burying her face in the side of his chest as they turned toward the doors. Jaylon pushed the floor button and the elevator started moving once more.

He gave the camera a quick salute. “I guarantee that tape is a keeper for the security team. I bet they each jerk off to it before the night is out.”

“Stop that!”

Jaylon leaned down, giving Becca’s bowed head a quick kiss. “What’s the matter, Bec? Don’t like the idea of random dudes slapping the salami to the memory of the hottest fuck they’ve ever seen?”

He pulled her closer. “I’d have my hand around my shaft right now if the real thing wasn’t steps away from my bed.”

Embarrassed heat stung her cheeks, but she couldn’t help the self-satisfied smirk that tugged at her lips.

The car dinged as they reached their floor and Jaylon swept her up in his arms, carrying her through elevator doors as they slid open.

“They keys are in my pocket, if you can fish them out. Things are a little tight in there courtesy of your killer curves and wet slit.”

Becca sucked in a breath and wiggled her hand into his pocket, his hard dick flush against the inside fabric.

“Told you.” He took her mouth as they rounded the corner to the room. “I can’t wait to see if your pretty pink pussy tastes as good as you smell.”

Becca’s clit throbbed with each step and each sex-soaked word until she swiped the card on the door and the lock snicked open.

Jaylon barely let the door close behind them before he deposited Becca on the bed. No lights, no nothing, just pushed her skirt to her hips and her knees to her chest, dipping his head between her legs.