Twelve

“ A nother one?” The bartender nods to the last sip of scotch in my glass.

“Please,” I say and check my phone for the fiftieth time in the last twenty minutes.

Still nothing, but somehow when the elevator door opens, my eyes fly in that direction, knowing it's her.

She steps out onto the rooftop, taking in the beautiful space with the ultimate view, giving that perfect New York City feel.

Arousal trails down my spine like the sexy tattoo along her exposed back.

Even in the darkness, there is light.

I envision tracing the words with my tongue and reminding her she’s the light of my entire world.

Almost like the first night I saw her, I swear time slows as our eyes meet and her face brightens. This time, there’s playfulness there I’ve missed about her. Licking her lips, she makes her way to the bar. Confident in her walk, the high heels she’s wearing add several inches to her tiny frame.

Nodding toward my suit jacket on the back of the chair adjacent to my corner seat, she asks, “This seat taken?”

“Nope. It’s all yours,” I say, removing my suit jacket and brushing her hip in the process.

She holds my gaze as she sits, her luminous blue eyes even more breathtaking with the backdrop of the city lights. Her dress is a similar shade of blue, one of the reasons I love it so much.

I’ve had dreams about this damn dress more times than I can count.

Running my hands all over it.

Biting the silky material.

Unzipping the gold metal zipper.

Practically tearing it from her body.

The bartender interrupts the moment. Greeting his new guest, he offers her a drink.

“Thank you. I’ll take a chardonnay.”

He leans in, trying his best not to let me see the way he’s admiring her.

“Would you like to see our wine list, or do you know of a specific brand you like?”

“I’m easy to please. Surprise me.” I know her flirtatious tone is to fuck with me.

This is a fun game we used to play. Meet in the hotel bar, pretend to be strangers until we go up to the room and become highly acquainted with one another .

Back then, it started out as a way for us to eat somewhere besides room service but still keep enough distance between us, that if anyone saw her, they could never confirm she was with me. Over time, it became sexy and fun, a challenge we both got off on.

“Don’t forget I kill men these days,” I growl under my breath when he winks and walks away.

Ashley smirks, and then mars her face in fake confusion. “Excuse me, sir. I didn’t catch that.”

Ignoring her question, I ask, “What’s your name?”

She raises her eyebrow. The sass just makes her even more tempting.

“So fucking tempting, baby,” my eyes say back.

“Maggie…but my friends call me Ashley.” She offers me her hand, biting her lip before smiling coyly.

My mind can’t help but think of the way that mouth can open and that pretty sleek jaw can go slack while I….

The ring I feel when I take her hand in mine is like pouring ice on that thought.

Ashley must notice my expression, breaking the sexy moment between us.

Her voice turns to a whisper, eyes trying to bore into mine. “You know I hate it too. I just can’t take a chance.” She shakes her head.

I nod in understanding. Not wanting to lose the fun of our tryst, I shake off that thought.

Rubbing my finger over her ring, I tell her, “He’s a lucky son of a bitch, whoever he is.” I pretend to look around. “And a dumb son of a bitch for letting you out of his sight. ”

Understanding that I’m using this as a part of our game, Ashley’s pupils dilate, and I keep going.

“Especially in that dress. He would want to kill me if he knew the thoughts running through my mind right now.” But I’ll kill him first, and I can’t fucking wait.

“Sorry I shouldn’t be so forward,” I say, taking another sip of my drink.

“No, I like it…maybe even love it,” she admits, shifting a little in her seat.

Her newest admirer walks back over, chardonnay in hand. “This is our best seller; I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Ashley makes a show of taste-testing the wine. The way her fingers wrap around the stem of the glass has my cock growing in my slacks.

“Delicious,” she almost purrs, licking her lips, and now I want to kill the man behind the bar for the fantasies he just conjured up from that little scene.

But I also love seeing this sassy, spunky side of her. Full of confidence and sexual energy like she was before. It proves her resilience, showing he hasn’t taken everything from her. Ashley exudes sex appeal so effortlessly, and she always knew it. Knowing she wanted me and only me made me feel like the most powerful man in any room back then. Still does.

She turns her attention toward me and, thankfully, he gets the hint to leave us.

“So tell me more about those thoughts you were having, Mr…”

Ashley stops her sentence like a question, and I answer honestly, wanting to hear my real name on her lips tonight. “Manning. Trent Manning. ”

A smile breaks across her face, no doubt remembering how we used to role-play back when we were coming to the hotel every Friday night. I would use my brother’s ID and name when we were there. It turned into a game after the first few times, pretending to be people we weren’t, to be strangers with no baggage holding us down. She went by the name Maggie, which was on her fake ID. It’s also the name she used as her alias when she was working at Masqued.

“So…Trent, tell me more about these thoughts you’re having.”

There she goes, biting that damn lip again.

With a devilish smirk, I reach for her chair, grabbing under her seat to drag the chair closer to me. Ashley lets out a little gasp, followed by a sweet giggle. I lean in, letting my breath skate across her shoulder as I move in close to her ear.

“I’m thinking about how it's been too fucking long. I’m thinking of taking you back to my room, pushing that dress up over your hips, and sinking so deep inside you that you not only forget your husband’s name, but your own as well.”

My gaze flicks down when she moans quietly, a sound only for me to hear, and I see the way her nipples pebble through the thin satin of her dress.

“I know you’ll be dripping wet and ready for me, and there’s no one else whose body is made for mine the way yours is…and you want to know how?”

She swallows, reluctantly nodding. Almost like she’s scared of the answer.

“Because I haven’t even considered someone else.”

Ashley’s head snaps back, blue eyes boring into my green ones. “Wha-what are you saying, Trent? ”

I smile, nodding. She knows what I’m saying. “My hand and I have been very acquainted the past three years, and you’ll have to forgive me for how fast I come once I get inside that pretty pussy.”

Ashley’s hand flies to her chest, lips parting as she stares at me with widened eyes.

“You haven’t been with anyone else?”

“In my mind, I’m a taken man. I’ve been committed to one person for the past four years. She may be married to someone else, but my heart and soul didn’t get that memo...” I move my body closer to her and whisper, “Neither did my cock.”

She stares at me for a moment, then pushes her chair away from the bar and stands abruptly. It makes me nervous for a moment, and I reach out to grab her hip, thinking she might be about to run away or something.

Shit, is she upset right now?

“Get up,” she demands, and I’m totally thrown off by this reaction.

“Why?” I ask, brow pinched as I search her expression.

“Because you aren’t waiting another second, and neither am I.” She turns on her heel, sashaying toward the elevator, and my heart thuds a powerful beat against my ribs.

Ashley

Trent selects the number two on the elevator, and the second the doors shut, I push him into the side wall, pressing my petite body to his large, hard one. His arms immediately embrace me, holding me like he doesn’t ever want to let me go.

“You can’t just drop something like that on me and expect me not to react,” I say breathily, staring at his lips.

“Maybe that’s what I was hoping for, baby. After all, I am pretty…pent up.” He smirks, and my knees weaken when he presses his hard cock into my stomach.

I can’t hold back any longer. Pulling him down to me, my mouth meets his with an aching need only he brings out in me. Our lips barely touch before my tongue is twisting with his. When one of my legs arches over his hip, Trent’s hand instinctively slides under the fabric of my dress, pulling me in closer. My core grinds against his thick cock, already hard for me, and a moan escapes from my lips at the same time the elevator dings, letting us know we are on our floor.

Trent slides my dress up enough to pull my other leg around him. “Bury your head into my neck. I’ll carry you, Doll.”

We are being a hell of a lot riskier tonight than we ever were in the past, but I can’t find it in me to worry about it.

It doesn’t take us long to get to our room. Trent shifts my weight to one of his arms, digging the key out of his pocket with his other.

I lick his exposed neck all the way up to his ear. “Get us in this room so you can push this dress up a little more and do exactly what you said.”

“Fuck, woman, you’re killing me,” he growls, using his foot to kick the door open the rest of the way.

Striding into the room, Trent tosses me on the bed, and my core clenches at what I know is coming .

He throws his coat to the couch, never taking his eyes off me as I move up to all fours.

“Trent, please,” I beg as he takes his time pushing my dress up and pulling my nude lace thong down to where my knees press into the mattress.

“I’m trying to take it slow. I want to soak it all in.” He traces his finger through my wet center and groans. “Speaking of soaked.”

When he presses the same finger between his lips, swirling his tongue around it, I feel like one stroke of my clit could make me come.

“Fuck slow, Trent.” I sound as desperate as I feel, my body buzzing with an unadulterated need for him.

He’s unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it from his pants, and I wiggle my ass back toward him. “You have all night to take it slow…but not now.”

I see the moment his mind is made up. He drops his slacks, his boxers next, revealing that beautiful cock that has never been anything but so fucking good to me.

“First, take that fucking ring off. He doesn’t belong anywhere in this bed with us,” Trent commands, and I’d gladly throw it off the balcony, hoping someone in need picks it up and pawns it. At least then, it would be good for something other than a shackle to the life I hate.

For now, I place it in Trent’s open palm. He takes it over to the empty ice bucket, making sure it's completely out of sight.

“Much better. Now give me what he never could.” My voice is sultry, turned on even more by his act of possession.

“You want it now?” he purrs, slapping my ass with his dick and rubbing it along my slit. My pussy pulses .

“Yes, now,” I whimper, pressing back into him.

Trent squats down, his words coming out breathless as he stares at my throbbing center. “Just one taste first.”

He grabs my ass, holding on to me, running his tongue from my clit to my puckered hole. Shivering at the contact, I moan loud and deep, my back dipping down as I push myself into his tongue.

“That was just an appetizer, but I promise you, I’m going to feast on this pussy later,” Trent says, licking his lips, still staring at where he just had his face between my legs.

Straightening behind me, he lines his cock up, hesitating for just a second. I know what he’s thinking.

“Please, Trent, nothing between us. I want to feel all of you.”

I don’t want to ruin the moment and tell him I was checked recently. Luca may have even told him that I had him secretly take me to the OB-GYN I used to see before I married Junior. The same one who has been prescribing me the birth control he threw away a couple of weeks ago. Thankfully, she had some sample packs on hand to give me.

“I just want to make sure you have the choice. You know you always have a choice with me, right?”

My sweet man.

Nodding, I look back at him, meeting his eyes. “I don’t need a choice with you. Just fuck me like no one else ever has.”

With that, he flips me over, speaking over my lips as I lie beneath him. “I changed my mind. I want to have a full view of this stunning face when you come.”

Humming, I spread my legs wide. “Take back what’s yours. ”

Trent’s head falls back at my words before refocusing on my face, and then he’s moving forward, sliding his perfect dick inside me.

We both release guttural noises once he has filled me to the hilt.

“Shit… Fuck. Fuuuuck. I can’t,” Trent hisses, pausing his movements. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, clearly restraining himself.

His reaction to being inside my body not only turns me on even more, but also gives me a sense of sexual power I haven’t felt in a long time.

When I clench around him, Trent groans and starts moving again, in and out ever-so-slowly. The stretch of him is perfect. “You feel incredible,” I say on a moan.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers.

The emotion shining in his eyes only spurs on my own. This man feels like the air I need to breathe. Like I’ve only been half alive, living on a ventilator the past three years without him.

At the same time, I push up on my forearms, and Trent leans down, our lips colliding as he thrusts deeper. He reaches in between us, circling my clit with his thumb as my arms wrap around his shoulders.

Faster than I ever have before, my orgasm builds, worming down my spine.

“Trent, I’m so close,” I moan, nails digging into his muscles.

“Thank fuck,” he mutters, and I see the first drop of sweat trail down his chest. He’s hanging on by a thread, not wanting to come before me .

Always a giver.

My body starts to tremble, and I feel him tense above me. Knowing he can’t stop himself pushes me over the edge as I cry out his name, pulsing around him.

Trent’s body shudders, and the moan from deep in his chest is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I swear I think the sight of him like this has me coming again. Pleasure continues to roll through my body in a way it never has before, reaching all the way to my toes and making me lightheaded.

One thought is on repeat when I come down from my state of bliss.

I’ll die before I have to know a life without him again.