That’s our motto here at Hotel O.
No strings attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off limits.
And all of it stays within these walls.
My job as the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends are a liability I can’t afford.
So I get my own satisfaction somewhere else.
Nothing beyond a one-night stand …
And I’ve found the perfect toy to play with.
A persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
The girl who’s going to make me risk it all.
Welcome to Hotel O … Enjoy your stay.
Author’s Note: Hotel O is complete and utter filthiness. Expect lots of debauchery … with multiple people. Please do not read if you’re easily offended or do not enjoy romances that explore the boundaries of depravity … Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I do what he says, crawling off his lap as if I’m some kind of pet. A real kitten, sitting right there between his firm, muscular legs while he stares down at me with content in his eyes.
That … and a hint of hunger sparkling in his pupils.
I could stare at those eyes all day long.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
I’ve only seen him a couple of times, and most of the time, he was an asshole. I can’t fall head over heels with someone like him. Can’t let this be more than a game. Even if it’s a fucking delicious sexual game at that.
And I do like where it’s going when he brings his fingers to his mouth and takes a lick.
My whole body electrifies at the sound of his hum and his approval of my taste.
My eyes follow his hand as it trails down his shirt, where I wish he’d pull open the buttons so I could have a peek at those rippling muscles. Instead, he brings it down to his pants … and the rock-hard dick underneath.
He unzips and pulls it out.
My mouth salivates at the sight of his length. Delicious and right in front of me, it’s ready for the taking.
I lean forward, my mouth opening to take him in, but he holds it steady with his hand and says, “Don’t be greedy.”
I pause and inch back. “But I want to—”
He silences me with a finger on his lips and a soft, “Shh,” adding, “It’s my turn now.”