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  “Nice try, sweetheart.” I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You took my hand. You’re mine for the night.” I hear her inhale a breath then slowly exhale.

  Then the ding of the elevator’s arrival sounds around us. As soon as it opens I lightly bring my hand up to place it to the small of her back and walk her inside. I hit the number to my floor and pull her to stand in front of me. Her back to my chest. My rock-hard dick hitting her lower back. When she shifts, as I bring my arms around her, I let out a low groan.

  “Easy, sweetheart,” I whisper to the top of her head before dropping a kiss there. She stiffens when she no doubt feels the steel rod in my pants. I just chuckle at her reaction. This ain’t nothing compared to what you’ll be feeling, baby.

  The elevator doors open at my floor but Tracey doesn’t move. I step around her, hand still on the small of her back, but still she doesn’t budge. Before I can ask or say anything she looks up to me, lips trembling.

  “I don’t know about this, Damon.” Her voice quivers. Unease crossing her beautiful face. “What are we doing?”

  I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I’m too invested at this point—so jacked up and ready for this moment. This is the moment that I’ve been waiting to have since we were kids. I know I want this, that I want her, I just need to show her that.

  “Let me show you, Ace,” I reply, just as softly as she questions. “Give me this one night and I’ll prove to you how well I’ve seen you through the years.” I put my hand out again, praying she’s still in this with me, and just like before she takes it. A touch of hesitancy that was missing earlier causes her hand to tremble. Seems the elevator ride proved to her how real this is, how serious I am, how paramount this moment is.

  We take the walk to my hotel room slowly. Her hand still trembling in mine. I stroke my thumb along the inside of her palm and wrist, trying to calm her—soothe her. When we reach the door I release her hand to put the keycard into the slot and open the door when it lights green.

  Placing my hand to the small of her back again, I give her a gentle push when she hesitates. On a deep sigh she steps inside, into the middle of my modest one-room suite.

  The Break Water Hotel, next to where Kayson and Ember’s wedding and reception were held, is only about ten minutes from my house. But I knew I’d be drinking and fucking tonight. Getting a room at the venue just made sense. But fuck am I glad I did now that it’s Ace I brought back to my room.

  After I shut the door to my hotel room, I lean against it and rove my eyes down her beautiful body. Full tits encased in a pale pink bridesmaid dress. As I follow the curve-hugging dress down I take stock of her slender torso and perfect hips and thighs.

  I move away from the closed door to step toward and around her, wanting the full package.

  She’s nervous. Her trembling body giving her away. “Deep breaths, Ace. I’ve got you,” I breathe out against her cheek. I skim my hand lightly along her stomach as I take in the back view—she shudders—and what a view it is. An expanse of her back is bare, leading to her glorious round ass I cannot wait to sink my teeth into.

  I step away before I lose all control. She still hasn’t spoken a word since we walked into the room. Now it’s just our breathing that fills the air. I walk over and empty the pockets of my slacks onto the small dinette table in the room and start sifting through my phone to find my music.

  I always need music to fill the void.

  The silence is deafening, and I want Ace to loosen up. For her to relax and calm her nerves.

  I scroll and hit shuffle, letting my phone decide what will fill the silence. “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd has a sensual beat filling the air, and I smirk over at Ace. She seems to melt right there when she sees both my dimples on display, which causes them to deepen when I give her a full-blown smile.

  She offers up a small smile of her own, timid and shy, before her full bottom lip gets trapped between her teeth.

  My smile slips.

  My cock grows harder, if that’s even possible.

  I want to be the one biting that lip.

  She can sense the dark turn my thoughts just took. I know she can because she swallows hard and takes a step back toward the king-size bed in the middle of the room. Perfect. I make my move.

  “You still good, Ace?” My voice is gruff from arousal.

  “Yeah,” she says on a sigh.

  I grab her hands lightly and bring them around my neck, where she clasps them together loosely. She can still barely reach even with her heels on. I run my hands down her arms—slowly, sensually—past her shoulders and down her sides, skimming the sides of her tits, bringing them down to her waist.

  She feels so fucking good beneath my hands. The softest skin I’ve ever felt.

  She’s looking up at me, apprehension crossing her face, and like she has no clue how she ended up here with me. To be honest, I don’t know how it happened either. One minute I had some random chick on my arm, ready to take up here to pound into oblivion, in an attempt to quiet the past that still haunts me. Then the next minute I was pressing close to Ace and dragging her up here. Needing to consume her, invade her, possess her.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just me.”

  She swallows before she answers. “I know. That’s what I’m scared of.” Her whispered words raise the hairs on my neck.

  “You never have to be scared with me, Tracey. Never,” I whisper back fiercely. She never does. I want to be her safe place. Even after this one night.

  I need her; she quiets the demons that darken my soul.

  My hands start to explore again. Hitting her hips then moving around to glide over her glorious ass. I groan. “Fuck, this ass is perfection. You have no idea how many nights I’ve jacked off to the thought of this ass.”

  “Really?” She sounds completely surprised, yet completely turned on.

  She likes thinking of me stroking my cock to thoughts of her ass. Noted.

  “Yeah, baby. Really.”

  She sighs, she fucking sighs, into my neck as I bring her closer to me. Her chest hitting low on mine. Even with those heels on she’s still so tiny.

  The low beat continues to play throughout the room so I bring her even closer until she’s straddling one of my legs. Then I start to move—swaying us gently, my hands still on her ass, grinding us together. Her breathing picks up and her hands grab hold of my shoulders as we move. I keep my hands full of her ass, but bring my lips to her cheek, gliding them down to her jaw where I nip gently. Then I continue on, inhaling her intoxicating scent as I go, bringing my tongue out to trail wet kisses on her neck.

  Fuck me, she is divine.

  She shivers when I bite down on her neck, toward where her back meets, right where her birthmark is. Reminding her of my earlier comment.

  I see you, I know you.

  “You feel what you do to me, sweetheart?” I breathe out against her neck as I grind my hard-as-granite cock against her stomach. “This is all for you, baby. All yours. You gonna take it?”

  She releases a breath on a whoosh then leans back enough to bring her lips up to mine. Not kissing. Just placing them there. Allowing me to breathe her in. Taking me off guard because I didn’t think she’d make such a bold and intimate move.

  But I fucking love it.

  “I want you, Damon. I need you. Even just for one night, make me yours,” she breathes into me, stalling then restarting my heart all at once, then she bites my bottom lip gently, timidly, like this is new for her.

  I shake that thought off and don’t hold back.

  “You don’t have to tell me twice, sweetheart. Sit down for me.” I grab her hands to help her sit. Once her delicious ass is on the bed I kneel before her and hit my haunches. I drag my hands from the tops of her bare thighs, taking in her smooth skin, to her calves then her ankles. Taking my time and watching the goose bumps erupt on her skin.

  Once I clasp her ankles, I slip my hands to her heels and remove them from her feet.
As they fall to the floor I grab one foot and start rubbing. She moans lightly. I smirk. I place a kiss to the bridge of her foot then place it on the floor and move to the other to repeat the process.

  “You look gorgeous tonight,” I say as I look up to her. “Couldn’t take my eyes off of you even if I tried.”

  She blushes deeper.

  I fall even more.

  Still falling.

  “Thank you,” she says just above a whisper. “I was afraid the dress made my hips look even bigger.” Her eyes widen in embarrassment, like she didn’t mean to say that part.

  “Fuck no, sweetheart. You looked good enough to eat.” I chuckle as I waggle my eyebrows at her before standing up. I grab her hands to pull her up again with me. “Up.”

  On my command she stands, her earlier embarrassment forgotten. I take note of the height difference now that she is barefoot.

  Even more adorable and sexy as fuck.

  I spin her gently to unzip her dress. Grazing my knuckles along her bare back as I go. Once I have it unzipped I let it pool at her feet, and a growl rumbles up from my chest. Her matching pale pink lace strapless bra and cheeky panties highlighting her peachy ass wreak havoc on my body.

  My dick jumps, my heart pounds, blood rushes through my veins.

  “Fuuuuck, Ace. If I had known all this was under this dress all night I would have taken you out of there sooner.” Hot. Fucking. Damn.

  A shiver works up her spine as my warm breath hits her back. I spin her around to face me and her eyes are on the floor. I place two fingers under her chin and lift her deep brown eyes to me.

  “If I had known you were hiding this beautiful body all these years I wouldn’t have been able to control myself ever. Not just tonight.” She looks like she wants to believe me, that she wants to give in to the feelings swirling around us.

  “Now let me see what else you’re hiding,” I say through my smirk. I bring my hands around her back and deftly unclasp her bra. She swallows soundly, as do I when she brings her hands up to each cup before letting it fall to the floor. Revealing the most perfect set of tits I have ever seen. Double hot fucking damn.

  Once her bra joins her dress on the floor, I waste no time loosening my tie, unbuttoning and pulling off my dress shirt, and undoing my slacks. Once my pants have hit my ankles, I’m kicking off my shoes and slacks and pulling Tracey into my arms.

  Skin on skin.

  We both groan.

  How am I going to walk away from her when I feel like this from just one touch?

  I shake off that thought quickly because I have to let her go. This is just one night. She even agreed.

  With that I lay her down on the bed and come down over her.

  “You haven’t kissed me yet,” she states breathlessly.

  “Do you want me to?”

  “Yes.” I don’t give her any time to say anything else. My lips are claiming hers in an instant, and it’s like fireworks are exploding around us.

  Holy shit, kissing someone has never felt this right. We’re devouring, taking, giving, claiming. With our tongues, our lips, our teeth. Her timid start is out the window now.

  We can’t kiss hard enough, long enough, deep enough. I’d swallow her whole if I could.

  She pulls back on a gasped “wow” and I couldn’t agree with her more.

  As she’s catching her breath, I drag my lips down the column of her throat and bring one hand down to shred her panties from her body. I shove my boxer briefs down, too.

  Another gasp leaves her lips at my intensity, then one leaves mine when I look down to see her bare, pink, and so fucking pretty.

  She tries to cover herself but I bat her hands away. “Damon—”

  “Every inch of you is perfect, Ace. Fucking perfection.” She offers a small smile at that. Seeming less shy. Her cheeks flushed, hair a mess already. I’m in awe.

  Not giving her any more time to think, I’m back on her. I bring my lips to one nipple and suck with the perfect amount of pressure. Her back bows off the bed and she’s moaning. Loudly.

  “You a screamer, sweetheart?”

  “I—I don’t know.”

  Before I can think more of her response I switch to the other nipple and bring my hand down to her pussy, dragging a couple fingers through her wet slit. “You are fucking soaked.”

  “I’m sorry.” She looks unsure again. Like this is new for her.

  But there’s no way with a body like hers that it can be. Can it?

  “Don’t ever be fucking sorry for that. Fuck, I need a taste.”

  Her eyes widen in shock as I bring my glistening fingers that were once in her pussy up to my mouth. Sweet as fucking candy.

  “Jesus Christ. Yeah, if you weren’t sure before, get ready to scream now.” With that I waste no time descending down her body. Placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the way. She’s squirming and wiggling after each one. Before I get to work on what will be the sweetest pussy of my life, I look up to see Tracey looking down at me. Bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

  I flash her my dimples to ease her worry.

  Her eyes light with fire and need.

  When I get to her gorgeous pussy I take a second to admire the beauty of it before I can’t take it any longer. I dive in like a man starved. Like it’s my last meal. I lick and suck and nibble from her clit to her lips to her entrance and back again.

  Her hands try to grasp for hair, but my buzzed head and coarse hair allows her no purchase. So she drops them to her sides and fists the sheets. Moaning and gasping and panting. “Oh dear God.”

  “That’s right, Ace. Let me hear you. But I want you to use my name. I want the whole fucking floor knowing who’s taking you under like this.”

  “Damonnnnn,” she moans out.

  “That’s better.” Then I’m diving back in again.

  The song in the background fades into another, but I barely notice the change. Because all I can hear is the symphony of her. Her moans of pleasure. Her groans of ecstasy. All blending into the most exquisite song I’ve ever heard.

  Within seconds she lets go, and it is the most glorious sight I’ve ever seen. Her body flushed with need, trembling with want, and sated with pleasure laid out before me. Pleasure that I’m responsible for.

  I wipe my chin on her thigh then drop a kiss before I lick my way back up.

  “Th-that was…” She’s incoherent. Drunk on what I gave her.

  Fuck yes.

  “I know, sweetheart. Fucking perfection.”

  Not another word passes our lips as I stare into her brown eyes. Warm with emotion and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. I still cannot believe this is happening. That I let myself give in. But fuck if I can bring myself to feel bad about it. I could never regret this—or regret her.

  Before I get lost anymore, I crash my mouth to hers again. Our tastes mingling on her lips.

  Without even thinking, I give way to the passion invading my body and soul and start to enter her slowly. I don’t want to rush this one night I have with her.

  Jesus fucking Christ, she is as tight as a fucking vice.

  She tenses at my size, so I move even slower, pulling my lips from hers. “Just relax for me, sweetheart. Attagirl.”

  I get lost in her scent, her beauty, and the passion surrounding us. Completely forgetting about the condom.

  Fuck.

  Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. What am I doing? Well I know what I’m doing, but how could I let it get this far? How could I let it happen without telling him? He just made it so effortless, and made me lose my mind when he devoured me. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life.

  I’m interrupted out of my thoughts as a sharp pain spreads through my core, as Damon pushes in to the hilt.

  “Fuck.”

  “What?” I squeak out through the pain. I start to panic, thinking I did something wrong. Besides the obvious, of course.

  “I forgot the condom. I’m sorry. Damn it, I just lost my fuc
king head.”

  Oh.

  He’s as still as a statue. His big arms shaking. The veins in his neck straining. He almost looks in pain, but he doesn’t pull out. He’s motionless. Still filling me up deliciously. The sharp pain dissipates into a dull ache the longer he stays inside of me.

  I never knew I could feel so full.

  “Tha-that’s okay. I’m clean…” I trail off, looking up into his gorgeous hazel eyes. Swallowing hard because I need to tell him. But how do I now that he’s inside of me?

  “I am, too. I always wrap it up. Plus I get tested yearly at the station,” he assures me. Lines forming around the smooth, dark caramel skin around his eyes from the strain of holding himself back.

  Then how could he be so careless with me?

  “And I’m on the pill.” I toss that out there once I realize the bigger issue. He releases a deep breath.

  “That’s real good, because you feel too fucking good wrapped around my bare dick, sweetheart. So fucking tight,” he groans out.

  Am I really making him feel this good?

  “It helps keep me regulated…” I close my eyes tightly. Why did I just say that?

  I hear him chuckle so I open my eyes slowly. He’s smiling his perfect smile. Dimples and all. I’d sigh out loud if a war wasn’t raging inside of me.

  “Sweetheart, as much as I care about that, that’s enough talking.” He shifts and circles his hips. The head of his cock hitting against a spot that has me seeing stars. The pain barely lingering anymore.

  “Damon,” I groan. The want in my voice bouncing off the hotel room walls.

  “You good?” he asks through a smirk as he keeps swiveling his hips, nudging a spot inside of me I never knew existed.

  “Never be-better,” I stutter out breathlessly.

  “Just what I wanted to hear, sweetheart.” He drops his lips to my neck as his hands slide down my thighs to grip them tightly. I feel his tongue glide up, tasting and licking. He makes his way down to my chest as he presses a mixture of sweet and filthy words into my damp, fevered skin. How gorgeous I am. How tight I’m clenching around him. How hot I feel taking him deep.