Playing Mr. Perfect (The Bradens at Ridgeport #1)

Clay

Pepper tells the others she has a headache, and I offer to make sure she gets up to her room safely. We play it cool as we head to the elevator, but the second the doors close, we drop our jackets and devour each other, grinding and groping as the floors tick by. I’ve wanted her for so long, I feel like a fucking teenager, so damn greedy for her I can barely think straight. My hands are everywhere at once, on a mission to feel every lush curve. Her mouth is hot and sweet and so fucking willing, my dick aches to be inside it.

When the elevator stops on my floor, we reluctantly part, snag our jackets, and rush down the hall. Once inside my suite, I strip off her blazer between ravenous kisses and tear her shirt over her head. She’s pushing at my shirt, and I make quick work of taking it off. Her bra goes next, and I take a long lascivious look at her gorgeous tits and swollen lips.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”