Chapter 2
TWO
Sadie
L ockhart had a penthouse suite at the Cole and Spade Hotel—the most luxurious hotel chain in the world. He drove an R8. There was a Breitling Premier Tourbillon watch on his wrist, worth over fifty thousand—I only knew because I’d recently attended an event and Breitling was a sponsor—with a black leather band and a silver face. He wore a sports jacket over his striped button-down, jeans that were the right kind of fitted—not ones he’d have to peel off, but ones that showed just how muscular his legs were—and leather loafers.
Details that, to me, screamed money.
There was quite a difference between new money and old. The two had distinct flavors.
New was someone who drove the cheapest Range Rover that had been made just to have “that kind” of vehicle, they had the diamond-encrusted watch band, an outfit where the label was either visible or the designer’s name was printed somewhere on the clothes. They wanted to be seen .
Old money—they were already seen.
They chose speed and performance over the manufacturer’s name, they preferred the sophistication of leather to the bling of diamonds, their labels stayed hidden, but tucked beneath that collar was a brand that came with a several-thousand-dollar price tag.
Lockhart was old money.
Which raised the question, Who is this man?
Born and raised in LA and fairly active in the social scene, I knew names. I knew faces. But his wasn’t one I recognized.
That was what ate at me while I stood in the center of his suite, my hands on the back of the couch, watching him as he watched me.
Feeling him as he watched me.
There wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t tingling from his gaze.
It was like we were animals of prey, waiting for one to make a move so the other could attack. But it wasn’t claws that were going to come out. It was teeth, tongues, bodies, naked and sweating.
This was a sexual energy I’d never felt before, which was what I’d tell Bryn, my best friend, when I called her in the morning to explain why I’d texted her a few minutes ago with my location and told her to keep an eye on me. A story that would make her entire year since she’d been begging me to let loose and finally get laid.
Maybe dropping this good-girl persona had something to do with how handsome he was. If I was going to have my first one-night stand, I wanted it to be with someone as sexy as him.
He had thick hair the color of a dark coffee roast, deep green eyes, a nose that didn’t get lost on his face, and wide lips that framed the most perfect smile, with a height that had to be around six-three. Above his clothes was a broadness, which told me that beneath were all kinds of muscle and grooves that my hands were dying to touch.
And his scent.
Dear God.
A combo of citrus and cedar, like the one spot in the middle of the woods that had a little less branch coverage and the warmth could seep through.
Lockhart was positioned with his back to the bar, his hands in his pockets. “Are you going to come over here?”
I dragged my fingers over the hard backing of the couch and across the top of the pillows. “I like it over here.”
“But I’m not over there.”
“No.” I drew in air and couldn’t believe how hard it was to do that. “But I can still feel you. Don’t forget, your finger has only been out of me for a few minutes.” An admission that made me blush.
Not because I couldn’t believe he had done it, but because I couldn’t believe how good it had felt and how quickly he had gotten me off.
“I could never forget … I can still taste you.”
Would I ever be able to get that visual out of my head—of him licking me off his fingers? When, every time I zoomed in on his mouth, that was all I could see?
He turned toward the bar. “Do you want a drink?”
“Are you going to have one?”
He faced me again, his arms holding the counter behind him, which tightened his button-down against his— oh damn —chest. “Sadie, the only thing I’m drinking tonight is you.”
I smiled. “Sounds like you can’t get enough.”
“I’m sure you’ll be saying that to me again after I’ve tasted you.”
I pulled my hands up and crossed my arms. “Haven’t you already? ”
“What happened in the car? That was just a tease.”
“Maybe for you.” I fanned my face.
“And for you.”
My fingers halted midair. “But I came.”
“It won’t even compare to the way I’ll make you feel with my tongue. Or my dick. You can have them both, or you can pick your poison. What do you want, Sadie?”
I shook my head. “The filthiest mouth I’ve ever heard.”
“A mouth you’re going to love.” When I didn’t respond, he added, “And a mouth you’re anxious to experience all over your body.” He nodded toward me. “Show me where you want it.”
“You want me to point? To a spot? On my body?”
“I don’t care how you do it. Just guide me.” He shifted his weight. “Unless you want me to make that decision for you. In that case, I’ll toss you over my shoulder right now and bring you to bed.”
“What if I choose the first scenario? The pointing.”
“If you do, the rule is, you have to be naked.”
I laughed. “Oh, there are rules now?”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to just strip off my clothes. Right here. And show you the part of me that’s aching for your lips?”
“Fuck yes.”
I let out a quick laugh. “The thing is, I get the impression you’re serious.”
“What would make you think otherwise?” He smiled. “I’m happy to strip off my clothes and point to the spots where I would like your mouth.”
“You would?”
“Hell yeah.”
I couldn’t stop biting my lip—was that to hide my smile? I didn’t know. I couldn’t even think at this point, not when every part of me was on fire.
He put his hands behind his head. “Go ahead. Ladies first.” His stare dived as low as it could go since the couch was hiding half of me. “Start with your jacket and then your dress. I know you have nothing on underneath, except for a bra—unless you don’t wear those. You can leave the heels on.”
I held the sides of my coat. “Do you always get everything you want?”
There was an oversize bucket-style chair across from the couch—a seat that faced me—and that was where he just sat. He crossed his legs, and a grin moved over his expression.
“It’s funny you think this is about me. When, really, this is all about you.” He skimmed his thumb over his bottom lip. “There’s nothing I want more than to make you come over and over tonight—I’ve told you that. But in order to make that happen, I need you naked. The longer you wait, the longer you go without coming.”
This was certainly a one-night stand I would never forget.
“Just so you know, I’ve done things for you that I’ve never done for any other man.”
His foot tapped the air. “I must have quite the power over you.”
“Or you just turn me on so much that I can’t help myself.”
He moaned. “Or that. Which I really fucking like.” He leaned forward, putting his forearms on his legs. “Show me how much I turn you on, Sadie. I want to see if that pussy is wet again.”
The jacket—a raincoat style—was long and bulky, and I was eager to shed it. I draped the heavy fabric across the top of the couch. The dress wouldn’t be as easy to take off with a high neck and a zipper that ran down the side. Once the zipper was lowered, I would have to lift the dress from the bottom to bring it over my head, leaving me in only a bra .
I wasn’t shy of my body. I worked hard to keep myself fit. I just wasn’t used to getting naked in front of strangers.
But Lockhart knew me intimately now, so could I still call him a stranger?
“I’m so fucking hard.”
My hands were at the bottom of my dress, holding the thick material, getting ready to take it off. “But I’m not even naked yet.”
“You don’t have to be. It’s from the way you’re looking at me. The scent of you. The taste …”
“The scent?”
“A fruity jasmine. I smelled it the second I met you at the door of the restaurant.” He put his hand up to his nose. “I can even smell it on me.” He paused. “Does all of your skin smell that way?”
“It’s my lotion.”
“So, the answer is yes.”
I nodded.
“Take it all off so I can smell more of you.”
I pulled the dress up to my chest and heard, “Jesus fucking Christ,” before my head was even through the hole.
I could feel his eyes boring through me as I dropped it on top of my jacket. My skin grew warm as that same gaze traced over me.
“You’re breathtaking. Every goddamn inch of you. Wow … I don’t even have words that would do your body justice.”
I could barely breathe—his stare was so intense.
“Come here.”
My heels clicked on the wood floor as I made my way around the couch and onto the area rug, stopping a few feet in front of his legs.
This wasn’t the gaze of a hungry man. This was the gaze of a man who had never eaten .
“I can’t believe I get to fuck you tonight.” His eyes roamed to my heels and slowly rose. “Take off your bra.”
There was something so sensual about the pace of this and how it was all unfolding. About his orders. About the way he wanted to inhale me, but he kept his hands to himself.
I reached behind my back and unclasped the red lace, freeing each breast before I let the bra fall to the floor.
“I didn’t think you could look more gorgeous than what I saw a few seconds ago, but I was so fucking wrong.” He rubbed his lips together. “You, naked, is a whole different level.”
Each second of silence made me hotter.
Wetter.
“You have my mouth.” He nodded like he was confirming what he’d just said. “Where do you want it?”
The pointing.
I’d almost forgotten.
My hands were hanging at my sides, and I lifted them to circle my breasts.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Your nipples … right where I wanted to start.”
The only way to give him those was to straddle him.
So, I walked toward his knees, separating my legs to fit around his thighs, his cologne wafting up my nose as I lowered onto his lap.
This was the closest we’d been.
And I found myself holding in my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, my arms not knowing where to go, so I set them on his shoulders.
The unfamiliarity of all this made me study his face—hair, eyes, nose, mouth—to get acquainted. Every feature was new. Fresh. Inviting.
Achingly sexy.
“Hi. ”
I smiled at his greeting. “Hi.”
His teeth ran across his bottom lip as he took me in. “You know … I haven’t kissed you yet.”
“I know?—”
His hand was suddenly on my cheek. Although the movement was fast, his touch was gentle. “I want to change that …” Before he even finished speaking, his mouth neared, and when his voice trailed off, his lips were on mine.
Where his grip was soft, his mouth was fierce. A tongue that had no trepidation about coming in, lips that molded between mine and sucked until he pulled away and I found myself leaning in for more.
Because whatever that just was, it wasn’t enough.
He chuckled. “My mouth isn’t done with you, don’t worry.”
The breathlessness—where was it coming from?
The pounding in my chest—why was it increasing?
Who was this man, and how did he have this kind of power?
Something else he hadn’t done since we’d arrived in this room was touch me. But it finally happened, and I heard myself draw in air as his palms massaged my hips, rotating to cover the sides of my stomach and again toward my lower back. A path he followed several times.
“Pinch your nipples for me. Get them even harder before I lick them.”
My thumbs ran across the pebbled buds, each pass causing my breathing to climb before my index finger joined to clamp them. “Ah!”
He kept his gaze locked with mine, so confident that I would follow his order that he didn’t need to see the action—he only wanted to see the reaction. “My turn.”
His mouth approached, his speed unhurried, as if he was testing his control. When he reached me, he ran his nose across the side of my chest, avoiding the middle and going straight to the opposite section. “You smell so fucking good.”
I could feel his quick inhales and his slow exhales.
I gripped the wide, fabric-covered armrests and arched backward while he locked our stares and took one of my nipples into his mouth.
There wasn’t any music playing, but I swore I could hear a beat as his tongue flicked. As his teeth nipped. As he sucked the end, pulling without releasing.
“Lockhart …” My head fell back, and I was no longer able to watch his movements, each one coming as a surprise—and that was just what they did, causing the air to sigh through my lips. “Agh.”
“More?”
“Yes,” I cried.
So, that was what he gave me.
A throb that he was supposed to be alleviating only grew. The churning between my legs became so feisty that I slid my hand through his hair and tightened my grip, my head straightening so I could look at him.
And with my other hand, I pointed to that nagging spot. “Here.”
The smile that came across him made the feeling inside me burst.
“You know, I’ve been dreaming about the taste of your cunt.”
I swore his eyes were smoldering.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
“Where? On the chair?”
He held on to my ass, and he slid us down so his head was resting on the very edge of the top cushion, his long body extended across the seat, his knees bent, holding what was no longer supported by the chair. “All you have to do is straddle my mouth.”
He was right. The chair was low enough that I could balance in that position with my legs hanging over the fabric sides.
He tapped my butt cheek. “Get up there. I want to fucking eat you.”
His statement didn’t cover me like a blanket. It lit a match beneath me, and I wasn’t running from the fire; I was sprinting toward it.
I climbed up, wiggling past his chest to spread out my legs, and when I got to his neck, I realized the only things I’d be able to hold on to in this position were my thighs.
But the second his mouth was on me, I lost all sense of where I was anyway because the only thing I could focus on was his tongue.
“Oh my God!”
I couldn’t distinguish what direction he was even licking me in; I felt it everywhere. At the top, bottom, swiping the middle, movements that weren’t slow. He was lapping me as though he wanted me to come.
And I was lost, drowning in pleasure, screaming out moans. “Oh! Yes!”
I’d never been with anyone like him. Someone this experienced. This knowledgeable.
This man didn’t need a map. This man was the author of the map.
So, I couldn’t stop the orgasm from building. I couldn’t even attempt to slow it.
It was coming on fast, hard, and with a ferociousness that was completely taking ahold of me.
“Lockhart—”
“I know. And I want you to come on my face. ”
His demand came with puffs of air that sent me even further over the edge. But that edge was a dangerous place. If I wasn’t careful, I’d fall off the chair, and if I rocked too hard, I would tip us right over.
A scary scenario, considering I no longer had control of my body and the feeling that was rising through me was making every bit of me shudder.
“Fuck!” I held on to my thighs while the waves of tingles exploded through my abdomen. “Don’t! Stop!” I heard myself say, then shouted out his name.
I felt my body swaying forward and back to the rhythm of his tongue. I sensed his hands on the bottom of my legs and the hardness of his chest beneath my ass.
But the only thing that was really holding me, shackling me, imprisoning me, and not letting me go were the tingles. The way they lifted through me, the way they burst, and the way they finally trickled to a whispering stop.
“ Mmm . Yes,” he moaned, which sounded like a growl, especially as his licking turned to kissing, giving me tender pecks along my clit. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
My eyes fluttered closed. “I?—”
“You’re coming with me.” He picked me up, my legs now straddling his waist, my arms flopping onto his shoulders, and he carried me through the suite. “I want you to know how good you taste. Kiss me.”
My wetness was all over him—on his lips, the tip of his nose, the skin on each side of his mouth, even his scruff was glowing.
I smiled, but I didn’t move.
“Kiss me, Sadie.”
My fingers spread over the back of his head, sinking into his hair, and when I went to lean in to simply press my mouth to his, he didn’t let that happen. He dived into me, parting my lips with his tongue, dominating me the same way he’d just done between my legs.
There was that match again, igniting a flame that I’d thought, after my second orgasm tonight, couldn’t be relit.
But I was wrong.
He laid me on the bed, and while he continued to kiss me, he got to work on his clothes. I helped, kicking off my heels so I could use my feet to push down his jeans once he unbuckled his belt and button and zipper. I pulled the lapels of his sports coat to free his arms and at the buttons of his shirt, each item flying to the floor as they were freed from his body.
Once he was naked, he got off me and reached toward the ground, returning with his wallet and the two condoms he took out of it. As he stood straight, tearing off the metal corner with his teeth, I got a direct view of his body.
Every suspicion I’d had didn’t compare to what I was seeing now.
A chest that was etched, dusted with the perfect amount of hair to run my fingers through, pecs and abs that were defined, dips of muscle that wound around his arms and across his shoulders. My stare dived, and what it met caused my jaw to drop.
“What are you?”
He chuckled as he aimed the condom at the tip of his large, erect dick. “What kind of question is that?”
“Well, you’ve turned this good girl into a bad girl—something I didn’t think was possible. You’ve got a body to die for. You’re hung.” My eyes widened to emphasize that point. “Lockhart, you feel like a dream. Am I going to wake up tomorrow and that’s what this is all going to be?”
“Let me tell you why that won’t be the case.” He grabbed the outside of my thighs and pulled me toward the end of the bed. “When you wake up and squeeze your legs together, you’re going to feel soreness from what I did to you. You don’t get that from a dream.” He lifted my hand and placed it on his abs, rubbing it up and down each groove.
God, this guy was all kinds of arrogant.
“And this—this body—it’s too real. Nothing can feel this good when you’re asleep.” He pointed his crown at my entrance, his eyes holding mine as he slowly slid into me. “Or this—fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he groaned. “But I’ll give it to you—it’s hard to believe anything can be this incredible.” He hissed out an exhale. “Or how you could be this tight. But, fuck me, you are.”
I’d thought I was lost with his tongue, but that was an aimless wandering compared to this.
“Damn!” I drove the back of my head into the mattress while I took in his full length, my body swallowing every inch. “This isn’t just incredible, this is wildly the best.”
Did that even make sense?
I had no idea; my brain was mush.
He let out a chuckle and lifted me again, holding me around him in the air while he pumped into me. “Wildly the best, huh? Let’s see if I can make it even better.”
I didn’t know how better was an option.
But I quickly learned he was looking to achieve it as he placed my back against the wall, holding me there with his weight. “You’re about to have round three.” He was twisting his hips with each plunge, arching upward so he wasn’t just hitting my walls; he was grazing my G-spot too.
“You’re not going to make me come again that fast,” I panted.
“No? Because I can feel it.” He put his lips by my ear. “Your cunt is closing in around me and getting extra wet. Your clit is getting hard. Your breathing is labored.”
I moaned in response .
“Exactly.” His mouth went to mine. “Are you going to deny it? And say I don’t know your body?”
“You don’t.”
“But I’ve made you come twice tonight. About to be a third. I’d say I know it well enough.”
I hauled myself up, the paint and texture and hardness of the wall burning my back as I bounced, trying to meet each of his thrusts. The pleasure was just spreading faster than I could handle. “You’re not wrong.”
“I know.”
I let out a gasp as I neared that familiar place. “I want you to come with me.”
“That’s what you want?”
I hugged his chest against mine, using his shoulders to lift and drop. “Yes.”
“Only if you make me a promise.”
“Which is?”
“After I come inside you, I can take you into the shower and fuck you again in there.”
My hand spread across his cheek. “You only have one condom left. That’s where you want me? In the shower?”
“I can have more delivered in less than ten minutes, so I don’t have to choose where I want to have you. If you let me, I can fuck you over and over and over again.”
“Negotiations during sex—something else I’ve never done.” I smiled. “Deal.”
As soon as the approval left my lips, something triggered inside him. Because everything I’d experienced so far was now entirely different.
And I didn’t know how, but it was even better.
“Oh! Ohhh !” I couldn’t stop the sounds from coming out of me.
Because he was going deeper, faster, grinding against me in a way that hit my clit at the same time.
I couldn’t meet him in the middle anymore. I couldn’t turn my hips to buck into him. All I could do was hold on.
So, I gripped his shoulders and pressed our mouths together and let his words, “I’m going to fucking come,” fuel my orgasm.
It was already there.
As his strokes turned rougher, which I was begging for, it peaked, and I yelled, “Lockhart!”
“Let me fucking feel it.” His thrusts turned short, sharp, and rapid. “Sadie, yes! I’m coming with you!”
I was shuddering, the crests shaking my chest, my stomach; they were even going through my thighs. My breaths came out in blows. My fingers lost their strength, my body too numb, and they were unable to hold on.
But within a few seconds, he started to slow, his mouth devouring mine until he eventually came to a stop. He pressed our noses together while we breathed against each other.
“No dream could ever compete with that,” he whispered.
When I pulled back, I snaked my finger through the sweat on his forehead. “No. It certainly couldn’t.”
“Are you ready for that shower?”
“I could use a little cooling off.” I smiled.
He laughed. “You think I’m going to let you cool off in that water?” He pulled me off the wall. “I realize you don’t know me, but you should know that by now.”
Cat
I’m on my way to work. I know it’s early, but I also have a feeling you’re up. Can I call you?
Me
Are you okay?
Cat
No, I’m far from okay. I think I’m getting fired the second I walk into work. The whole situation is a disaster, and I have so much I need to get off my chest. Please, I know it’s the ass crack of dawn, but I need my sister.
My sister’s last message came across my watch, and I carefully maneuvered Lockhart’s arm off my chest and tiptoed into the living room.
Me
Give me 5 minutes, and I’ll call you.
Cat
Hurry!
My dress felt different as I slipped it back on in a rush. So did my jacket and purse. I hadn’t remembered taking off the latter, but it was on top of the couch with everything else. Everything except for my heels. I found those on the floor by the bottom of the bed, quietly sliding them on.
Now that I was dressed, I silently stared at Lockhart in the barely lit room, the sun beginning to work its way up the sky. He was on his stomach, stretched out across the mattress. His right arm was still lying in the spot where I had been just moments ago. Only a thin white sheet covered him, showing the hump of his perfect ass, and where it ended on his lower back, the ripples of muscle began.
Amazingly sexy, even when he slept.
Cat
CALL ME. I’m losing my shit. 6:30 a.m. road rage is a real thing, ya know.
Do I leave the suite without saying goodbye to him? Do I go into the hallway to call my sister and try to find a way back into the room? Do I wake him up and tell him I’m going out for privacy and that I’ll be right back?
So many options.
And even though I didn’t know what was right or what to do, I knew that this was the morning after, and that part felt kind of strange. Lockhart and I had only discussed one night. Breakfast—unknown. How I was going to get back to my car since I’d left it at the restaurant—unknown. The whereabouts of a room key that I could use to go to the hallway or lobby and back—also unknown. I wasn’t on the reservation. Waking him up was the only possibility.
As I stood here, debating the different scenarios, I couldn’t drag my stare away from that bed or stop thinking about the woman who had helped ruffle up those sheets and toss that comforter to the floor, along with most of the pillows.
He had turned me into one bad girl.
Or maybe I was just a good girl who had turned bad for one night.
One long, naughty night.
My teeth found my lip as the first scene started to rewind and replay in my head—the feel of his leather seat under my bare ass, the coldness of the window as I’d pressed my back against it.
The sensation of screaming in his front seat.
God, last night was the best sex I’d ever had in my life.
Cat
SADIE!
My teeth released my lip, and my cheeks puffed out with air as I could hear my sister screaming through text.
She needed me.
And it didn’t matter how tempted I was to wake him—he had emphasized how long things would last between us, and I’d heard him loud and clear.
I turned around to let myself out, and as I took a step toward the door, I felt it.
The soreness between my legs.
If I wasn’t trying to keep quiet, I would have laughed.
Damn that man.