Chapter 6
Chapter Six
WELLS
Four Years Ago
Wells held the hand of the most gorgeous, enchanting woman he’d met in a long time as they hopped into her hotel elevator.
Her sunny blonde hair swung behind her, and her lips were still bee-stung from his kisses.
There was something about her that drew him in. Her sexy, generous curves. Lips he couldn’t take his eyes from when she spoke.
He’d only allowed himself to think about what they’d look like around his cock once that evening. Saintly restraint, given how thick and pouty they were.
And lord could she kiss.
He punched the button for the top floor.
“Oh, I’m on four,” she said, her cheeks flushing pink.
He smiled. “Yes.”
As the doors closed, he backed her into the corner, kissing her neck—his new favorite location in Philly. “But you said on the ride over you always wanted to make out in an elevator.”
She gasped with a shocked, delighted smile. “I did say that.”
Sweet and tall and down to fuck?
How did I get so lucky?
He couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable she was as he kissed her deep and slow.
“Oh my god, that’s so sexy,” she sighed as he nipped her earlobe.
“You have an ear thing?” he murmured.
“That you listen,” she said, tugging his mouth back to hers.
He slid a leg between her thighs, and she opened easily for him, eager for him.
Fuck, he wanted her. He’d flatten whatever asshole told her she wasn’t sexy.
He pressed her back against the side of the elevator as they continued to whir up and up, pinning her wrists to the wall. “I think I could listen to you all night. In many different positions.”
She sighed as he bit her neck, kissed the tops of her ample breasts. The ones that had almost made him come in his pants as he’d squeezed them.
He slid a hand up her thigh, slipping it under her dress. He grabbed the meat of her upper thigh. “So fucking hot,” he murmured.
His hand dipped under the outer edge of her panties on her hip, testing the waters as he kissed her. His hand slid under the lace, across the top of her thigh, and he watched her face fall into a gasping, needy pout.
“What will I find if I keep going?” he whispered against her lips as his fingers teased back and forth under the material, running against the soft skin along her panty line. “Will you be wet for me?”
He lingered on her hip bone, but she looked needy, gasping with those sexy little moans every time he dipped farther and farther down.
His fingers curved down the edge of her panties until he felt the erotic brush of wet lace that was soaked through. “Fucking hell,” he moaned as he kissed her.
Wells couldn’t see straight for a minute as he pulled back, running his thumb over the soaking wet lace, catching on the nub of her clit as she gasped, her head pressed against the mirrors of the elevator.
The doors unceremoniously opened on the twenty-fifth floor, and Wells, without breaking his eyes from hers, punched the button for number four.
He dipped his thumb under the fabric and choked at the feel of her. She kissed him as his thumb slid up her opening, finding her clit. “Can’t wait to taste this,” he murmured against her lips.
She kissed him harder, his tongue caught in her snare, dancing back and forth happily with hers. His hands wrapped around her, now safely out of her panties as they were almost back down to her floor.
Where he’d happily fuck the hottest, most beautiful woman he’d maybe ever met.
Wells was excellent at one-night stands.
Hell, most of the time he didn’t even stay the whole night.
But his exit plan was crumbling in his head as he kept feeling every curve in her body. It turned out it was much easier to make out with somebody your own height. Every piece clicked into place as he pressed against her and she wound herself around him.
Loud throat sounded behind them. Somebody was holding the door open on the fourth floor.
He tugged Allison out in front of him, hiding his hard cock. They burst into laughter as the door closed.
“You’re a bad influence,” she said, turning up for a kiss over her shoulder.
She was confident and gorgeous. Nothing like the nervous woman who’d dabbed at his wine-soaked shirt.
He sort of liked the idea of being a bad influence. “I believe in upholding the law, but skirting the decency part.”
Allison, throwing her head back, laughed hard—too hard for how funny a joke that was—and the entire contents of her purse spilled onto the floor.
“Oh shit dicks,” she muttered. She plopped on the floor, her flirty skirt billowing out around her.
He bit his lip to keep from laughing at how adorable she was.
He scooped up her lip gloss that had rolled away as she gathered her credit cards, struggling with putting them in her handbag.
She was concentrating a little too hard on the task.
She was drunker than he’d realized.
Goddamnit.
“Oh, thank you,” she said with a happy smile as he handed her her lip gloss, and she looked up at him. “Can’t do this without my lucky lip gloss to get lucky,” she said, throwing him a comically cute wink that he was pretty sure was supposed to be seductive.
He held a hand out to her.
“Oh, it’s okay,” she said as she tried to get up but stumbled on her skirt, which she was kneeling on.
“Here, hold on.”
He pulled her up to standing.
“Whew, I’m not used to that.” She shook her head. “You’re so strong,” she said, desire dancing in her eyes as she stumbled.
And that’s a wrap, folks. No sex for me tonight.
She started toward her room, but he caught her hand.
“Hey,” he said softly. They were standing in the small, dark lobby beside the fourth-floor elevators. Low light from the lamp glowed against her face.
He hadn’t felt enchanted by someone in a long time. Cute and adorable and sexy as fuck?
It broke a personal rule of his to see somebody more than once, but what could the harm be?
“I think we should wait,” he said, squeezing her hand.
“Oh no.” Tally stamped her foot in frustration. “Is it because I’m a klutz?”
“No,” he said, his hand finding her cheek. Maybe the opposite.
Maybe I want to keep seeing how klutzy you are, keep seeing how kind you are to waitstaff and cab drivers and doormen.
Keep wondering how a woman who looks like a kindergarten teacher is as goddamn sexy as a burlesque dancer.
“It’s because I said shit dicks, right?” She looked worried.
He laughed, wrapping his arms around her. “I think we’re both too drunk and”—he bit his lip—“fielding in unfamiliar territory. I, um”—he cleared his throat—“I think I want more out of this than whatever fun evening we would have.”
“Oh.”
The disappointment in her eyes was obvious. Fix it. “Can I see you tomorrow night?”
She blinked at him in surprise.
He blinked at himself in surprise. That…hadn’t been part of the plan, brain.
But hell, why not? “I could pick you up downstairs at seven. There’s this great Italian place that I love. It’s a couple blocks away.”
“Um, yeah,” she said, surprised. She shrugged afterwards though, dismissing him. “I mean, also, you don’t have to.”
He frowned. “I want to.”
“No, no, I get it.” She pulled back and fiddled with her wristlet and wobbled as she talked. “If you’re like, ‘Oh, she’s not sexy enough to sleep with, but I’d love for her to meet my grandma,’ I get it. That’s my whole vibe. Unfortunately.”
“Tally,” he pulled her chin up so she looked at him. “I cannot wait to fuck you. I just want you to be a fully consenting party when I do. So, tomorrow night. We’ll have some pasta, no wine—”
“And then lots of sex?” she said with cartoon princess-like sunbeams practically glowing from her, her big eyes staring up at him.
God, she was so fucking adorable. “I knew you only wanted me for my body.”
She laughed, delighted, as he kissed her slowly.
She pressed into him, and he gulped her down, needing the taste of her again. He hadn’t taken his fill since he thought he’d have all night. The sweet mint of her mojito mixed with the earthy sweetness of her was perfection.
As his cock begged him to reconsider—yes, please squeeze her magnificent tits again, it begged—he pulled away, taking a step back. “So I don’t do something stupid.”
She smiled at him with flushed cheeks and a wicked, mischievous grin. Looking behind her down the hallway, she quickly shimmied out of her panties.
His mouth hung open in shock as a scrap of wet, tiny pink lace appeared in his hand.
She kissed him quickly. “In case you need some inspiration tonight. You can give them back to me tomorrow,” she whispered, winking, and laughed over her shoulder as she walked away.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Every single muscle in his body had to be restrained from saying fuck it and going after her, Then chugging water with her until they were sober enough.
He stood at the elevator, gripping the lobby table with white knuckles, his other hand holding onto her panties in his pocket.
She wobbled to her room. waved, and slipped out of view.
He couldn’t wait to see her again. And like a neanderthal, as he waited for the elevator, he sucked his thumb that had fingered her.
Fuck.
Forget Italian food, he’d feast on her.
Tomorrow just might be my lucky day.
ALLISON
Four Years Ago, the Next Morning
Allison gulped, glad she’d stopped after three cocktails last night, given that her stomach was roiling with nerves.
She pressed through the glass lobby doors of the law office. She would try mediation before she and her lawyer took Keith and his demon lawyer to trial.
They’d been completely unreasonable—like making her drive across the state to Philadelphia—when video calls could have worked perfectly fine. She’d gone out last night so she wouldn’t spend the night spiraling.
She hated confrontation. It always felt like one wrong word and something dangerous might happen. Even now, her heart thudded in her chest like a cheetah was chasing her.
Allison was led to a conference room by the receptionist. The room where her marriage would finally disappear.