Chapter Six

Marcus’ POV

I settle back in my seat, pretending to study the road ahead of us through the partition that separates us from the driver, but I’m actually watching Miss ‘out of my league’ from the corner of my eye.

A smirk plays around my lips as she shifts in her seat, folding one long supple leg over the other, the movement parting the slit in the side of her dress, giving me a decent view of all that creamy skin.

My words got to her, I know they did, and from the way her breathing as picked up, I’m pretty sure that when we get out of this cab, and I ask her if she’s sure, that blondie isn’t going to back away from me, not now. She wants exactly what I’m offering, underneath all that finery and polished speech, she’s just as desperate to get dirty like the rest of us.

‘So’ I murmur, pulling her attention back to me, where I want it to be, ‘should we exchange names?’

The blonde quirks an eyebrow before shaking her head, a slow smile spreading across her face.

‘I don’t think that’s necessary’ she replies.

Damn, she might actually be my dream hook up right now, but for some reason I can’t just accept the gift from God that seems to have fallen in my lap.

‘Why is that?’ I ask, reaching out to trail my finger up that sliver of exposed skin from the slit in her dress, smirking as she shudders at my touch.

‘Because this is a one time thing’ she replies, her voice surprisingly steady considering her reaction to everything I say and do. ‘One night of pleasure that I can only imagine . . or so I was lead to believe’ she adds, peeking up at me through her long lashes.

I nod, shifting closer to her, so my thigh presses against hers, as I look over at her. ‘True’ I agree, ‘but . .’ I add, leaning closer so that my lips are a breath from the shell of her ear, my smirk widening when her breathing hitches. ‘How will you know what to scream as you come, if you don’t know my name?’

Another shiver rolls through blondie’s body, her fingers tightening around the small purse in her hands as she swallows.

‘You are mighty sure of yourself’ she murmurs huskily, ‘one would almost accuse you of having an overly inflated ego.’

I smile, not backing away from her, ‘for good reason sweetheart’ I growl against her ear, ‘the size of my ego is evenly matched with the size of what strokes it.’ I chuckle darkly, ‘and trust me, when you stroke it, you’ll understand just how much of my words is truth rather than . . .ego.’

The cab draws to a stop outside of the towering hotel just as I finish speaking, and I pull back, digging out some bills that I push through the partition before opening the door and sliding out. Turning around, I hold out my hand to the alluring woman still inside, waiting to see if she will take it.

Blondie glances at the cab driver for a split second before sliding over to my side of the cab, extending her slim fingers and wrapping them around my palm before raising to a stand.

Shutting the door, I tug her into my chest, an arm wrapping around her waist as I stare down into her slightly dilated irises.

‘You sure about this gorgeous?’ I ask roughly, ‘this is your last chance to walk away from me. Once we step over the threshold of that hotel, you are mine for the night . . ‘

A soft moan slips past her lips, mystery woman’s eyes becoming hooded as she leans into me slightly, her breasts pressing into my chest, sending a jolt of excitement through me.

Leaning further, her lips are practically touching mine, and I find my own pulse starting to race as I fight the urge to take her right here, right now. I need confirmation, in my line of work, accusations can kill your career, so I always make quadruply sure that my bed partner is on board before I take her up to my room.

I can feel her breath against my lips, the faint hint of the tequila shots she was slamming earlier tickling my nostrils, driving me damn wild.

‘I’m absolutely sure’ she murmurs quietly, ‘just make sure that you deliver your side of this bargain.’

A growl leaves my lips as I step back, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the entrance of the building, barely giving the doorman a nod of acknowledgement as he pulls open the sleek glass door for us.

Hurrying toward check in, I force a pained smile to my mouth, bypassing the main queue for a young man standing to one side under a sign that states, ‘executive check in.’

Seeing me approach, he straightens his shoulders, smiling widely.

‘Good evening sir’ he greets me, a flash of recognition in his eyes, but thankfully he doesn’t start to talk hockey, something that so many workers do when they meet me. I quickly scan the badge attached to his shirt that announces his name as Fisher.

‘Good evening Fisher’ I reply, smiling wider, ‘I have a room booked, one night . . ‘ I dig out my wallet with the hand that isn’t still gripping blondie’s tightly, flipping it open and pulling out my ID to hand over.

The clerk takes it from me, but doesn’t bother to check it, telling me that he knows exactly who I am.

Clicking on the computer in front of him, he prints off some paperwork, sliding it toward me with a pen as I scrawl my signature.

‘Thank you sir’ Fisher states, taking the paperwork back and sliding a key over in it’s place. ‘Your room is number eight oh seven, take the elevator behind you to the eighth floor and follow the signs to your room. We hope that you enjoy your stay here with us at the Wyatt Regency, if you have any needs, please call down to reception and we will do everything can to accommodate you. Thank you for choosing the Wyatt Regency Mr . . ‘

I quickly hold up my hand, stopping the man, ‘no names . . uhh . . privacy’ I mutter, glancing around me for good measure.

Fisher nods smoothly, ‘of course sir, I understand’ he replies, ‘if you need anything, do not hesitate to let a member of staff know.’

I nod curtly, swiping up the key and turning around to find the glass elevators that Fisher mentioned. Walking toward them, I round the other side to the sliding silver doors, and jab my thumb into the button with the up arrow embossed into it.

Beside me, mystery woman keeps a tight hold of my hand, saying nothing, but I can see in the reflection of the elevator doors that she’s watching the numbers as they tick down to where we are waiting.

When they slide open, I step into the small space, Blondie following, and I press the number eight before the doors slide shut again, shutting us both inside.

As soon as the elevator starts to move, leaving the reception area behind us, I spin blondie around, pressing her to the rail that runs around the enclosed space, my hands now pressed to the glass behind her, caging her in.

‘That dress is dangerous’ I murmur, leaning in and inhaling the scent of her perfume, ‘ I can’t wait to peel it off you, inch by delectable inch, unwrap you like a present and then feast upon you like a man starved.’

My nameless woman sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes widening, and I feel my d.ick harden in my jeans. I love everything about this woman, the innocence mixed with a sassy undercurrent. Desperate for everything I’ve hinted at, but not quite sure if she should want it, let alone ask for it. The power of knowing she isn’t quite as brave as she thinks she is, is a heady feeling that just makes me want to corrupt her even more than I already do.

‘What if I’m not an edible gift?’ she whispers, her top teeth sinking into her lower lip as she peeks up at me.

I chuckle, one of my hands sliding up to cup the back of her head, tilting it sideways to give me access to her ear.

‘Oh sweetheart, you are definitely edible, a gourmet meal just aching to be spread out before me. Every inch of you was designed to be licked, sucked and bitten. A decadent treat, and I fully intend to gorge on you until I’m satiated.’