Chapter 30 Fish #2
The night goes on, more champagne, more dancing, more stolen glances across the ballroom.
At one point, I watch Emmett excuse himself from a conversation with Sully and disappear toward the elevators.
Five minutes later, Jo leans over to Collette, whispers something, and slips away.
Collette watches her go with a smile on her face.
Interesting. Is something going on between Cap and her sister?
No. That would be insane. Cap would never.
But if you were having a secret relationship, I guess excusing yourself at a hotel and going to one of the rooms for a quickie would be a good idea.
I still. Why the hell did I not think about that? Idiot.
I rush out of the ballroom to the reception area.
“Evening, ladies,” I say, using all my charm.
“Evening, sir. What can we help you with?” the perky blonde asks.
“I need a room. A nice one for the night in case … you know, I want to share the holiday spirit with someone.” I wink, using my charm to get what I need.
The receptionist giggles and finds me a room at a good rate and books me in.
She hands me the key with a knowing smile, as if to say, if I don’t find someone, she is available.
I pull out my phone once I have my key and message Collette.
Fish: I need to see you. Alone.
Collette: What? Why?
Fish: Room 1532.
Collette: Justin!
Fish: Get to the room now!
I pocket my phone and head up in the elevator to the room. The room is dark except for the city lights pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Manhattan is spread out below. I loosen my tie, the silver tie, and wait.
There’s a soft knock. I open the door, and she slips inside. Silver dress. Flushed cheeks. Champagne-bright eyes. She’s breathless from rushing and trying not to be seen.
“This is insane,” she says.
I don’t let her finish as I push the door shut with one hand and pin her against it with my body. Her back hits the wood, and my mouth is on hers before she can say another word. She gasps into the kiss, and then her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, her leg hooking around my hip.
“I’ve been watching you in this dress all night,” I growl against her mouth. “Do you know what that’s been like? Sitting across the room. Not touching you. Watching every man in that ballroom look at you.”
“Then stop talking and do something about it.” She bites my bottom lip, and I nearly lose my mind.
My hand slides up her thigh, pushing the silver dress higher. She’s in heels, and the height puts her exactly where I need her. My fingers find her pussy and she’s already soaked.
“Love how you are always ready for me.” I groan against her neck.
“I’ve been wet since I saw the tie.”
“The tie did it for you?” I chuckle.
“The tie did everything for me.”
Fuck. I drop to my knees in front of the door. She looks down at me, her back pressed against the wood, chest heaving.
“What are you …?
“Quiet.” I push the dress up around her hips, pull her underwear to the side, and put my mouth on her.
She cries out, her head falling back against the door with a thud.
Her hands grip my hair, her hips roll against my face, and I don’t care that we’re in a hotel room twelve floors above our own Christmas party.
I don’t care that her brothers are downstairs.
I care about this. Her. The sounds she’s making.
The way she tastes. The way her thighs are shaking already.
“Justin. Oh God.”
I work her fast because we don’t have time for slow. My tongue circles her clit, two fingers sliding inside her, curling, hitting the spot that makes her knees buckle. I grip her thigh with my free hand, holding her up, because she’s about to collapse and I’m not done yet.
“I’m going to … fuck … don’t stop …”
She comes hard against my mouth, her whole body shuddering, one hand in my hair, the other slapping the door behind her.
I work her through it until she’s gasping and pulling my head away.
I stand, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and she grabs my tie, the silver tie, and pulls me into a kiss that tastes like champagne and her.
Her hands work my belt while her tongue is in my mouth, and the coordination is impressive.
“Condom,” she breathes.
“Wallet, back pocket.”
She reaches around, pulls it out, and tears the packet open.
I take it from her and roll it on while she watches with dark eyes.
Then I grip her thighs and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her back against the door, and I push into her in one deep thrust. The door rattles behind her as we both groan.
“If anyone is in the hallway right now, they’re getting an education.” She gasps.
“Then let’s give them something worth listening to.”
I fuck her against the door. Hard. Deep.
Her arms around my neck, her legs locked around my waist, the silver dress bunched between us.
Every thrust pushes her back against the wood, and the door shakes in its frame, and I don’t care.
She’s biting my shoulder to muffle the sounds she’s making, but it’s not working because she’s loud and I love that she’s loud.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her ear.
“Yes.” She squeals.
“Say my name.”
“Justin.” She moans it into my neck. “Harder.”
I grip her tighter and give her everything I have.
The angle is deep as her back slides against the door.
My hands have a bruising grip on her thighs, and when I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit she detonates.
She comes with a scream that she buries in my shoulder, her whole body clenching around me, and I follow her over three seconds later, my face pressed into her neck, her name caught between my teeth.
We stay there, her against the door, legs still wrapped around me, both of us breathing like we’ve sprinted a mile, and her forehead drops against mine.
“Marry me.” The words are out before I realize I’ve said them aloud.
Raw, unplanned, and completely terrifying.
Just like the ‘I love you’ at the gala. Just like every honest thing I’ve ever said to this woman, it escapes before my brain can catch it.
She stares at me in shock, the room is silent except for the hum of the city below.
Shit.