chapter 2

He grabs my hand as we step out into the chilly, evening air. The lights of downtown Seattle sparkle as he turns right and leads us down the street. I keep casting glances his way, up at his dark hair, his chiseled jawline. I’ve had hookups before, but never one this hot.

I shiver in anticipation.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we cross the street.

“There,” he says, inclining his head to the hotel in front of us. It’s a nice one. One of those expensive, downtown Seattle ones.

I raise my eyebrows at him. “You from out of town?” I ask.

He chuckles. “My company always has a few rooms reserved here. For telecommuters, out of town clients, things like that.”

I force my expression to remain neutral. His company? Fuck, he wasn’t kidding when he’d said he was a rich Seattleite.

We walk through the double doors of the hotel, and I stand off to the side as he approaches the front desk and arranges a room. After a few minutes, he has a keycard, and we’re in the elevator humming along to the top floor.

He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side. I giggle, staring up at him. When the elevator stops, we step out into a brightly lit corridor. He leads me to our room, and in we go.

I have to make an effort to hide my surprise at the size of the room. I can barely call it aroom—more of a suite.

It’s the size of an apartment, with floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a gorgeous view of the city. I wander toward the windows, in awe. “Wow,” I breathe. “This place is beautiful.”

Mystery Man comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Yeah, I forgot how nice the view is from here,” he comments.

We stand like this for a few moments before he leans down to press a soft kiss to the nape of my neck. I sigh, closing my eyes. He trails slow, soft kisses up my neck and along my jawline.

His hands roam across my stomach, his grip tightening around my waist. Slowly, his hands travel up, up, up, until they’re cupping my breasts, softly squeezing them over the fabric of my dress.

I suck in a breath.

“You want me to make you mine tonight?” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I smile, nodding. “Yes,” I reply softly.

He massages my breasts for a few moments, working me up, my breaths coming out in shallow pants.

He moves his hands to the skirt of my dress, taking fistfuls and lifting. “Arms up,” he murmurs.

I do as he says, and he deftly lifts my dress over my head, tossing it aside. I’m standing in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra. Thankfully, it’s one of my cuter sets. Black lace.

“So pretty,” he whispers in my ear, taking the straps of my bra and pushing them off my shoulders. Then he unhooks the clasp at my back, letting the bra fall to the floor and my breasts spill free. I gasp at the sudden chill against my most sensitive parts, my nipples almost immediately hardening.

He trails a finger slowly down my collarbone, between my bare breasts, and I shiver in response. He cups one of them in his hands, squeezing gently. I arch my back. He’s barely touched me, and yet every nerve in my body is on fire. I’m desperate for more, desperate for this man to fuck me already. I’m practically naked, and he’s still fully clothed. I’d be embarrassed if I was in my right mind—but I’m too turned on to care.

His other hand travels down my stomach, sliding under my panties and running a finger along my slit.

He groans softly. “Fuck, you’re wet, baby.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

I whimper in response.

He inserts a finger slowly inside of me, and I practically come undone. “So wet for me,” he purrs, pumping his finger in and out.

I reach behind me to grip his thigh, the only thing I can hold onto. He curls his finger inside of me, pressing deliciously against my g-spot, and I cry out in ecstasy, throwing my head back against his shoulder. “Oh,” I pant.

“Yeah?” he teases, doing the same motion again.

I moan, bucking my hips against his hand, desperate for more.

He chuckles, inserting a second finger inside of me, pumping away. Still thrusting his fingers in and out of me, he reaches his thumb up to find my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. I gasp, practically seeing stars. Fuck, this guy knows what to do with his hands. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who got me here so quickly. I’m close to coming, and it’s only been a few minutes.

He picks up speed, listening to my moans and movements and making adjustments accordingly. It’s like he can read me like a book, knows exactly how I’ll react and what will push me over the edge.

My body tenses as the pleasure builds, my moans becoming more and more high pitched.

He hooks his free arm under my knee, pulling my leg up and bracing my body against his. “Relax, sweetheart. Let go, I’ve got you.”

The pressure builds and builds, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me, my body collapsing back against his.

Immediately, I’m swooped up into his arms, my legs still shaking from my orgasm. I moan softly, still panting as the afterglow courses through me. He wastes no time in striding across the room and to the bed.

He sets me down gently, hooking a finger under the band of my panties and slowly pulling them down my legs, tossing them away. He meets my gaze, grinning as he unbuttons his shirt, then his pants, taking off everything until he’s fully naked in front of me.

I take a moment to scan his body. Muscled abs, strong arms—fuck. He’s hot.

I see him grab his wallet from the floor, pulling out a condom, quickly opening it, and putting it on.

He climbs onto the bed, crawling over me. He stops at my breasts, leaning down to take one into his mouth and suck, flicking his tongue across my nipple. I moan softly, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair.

He trails kisses across my chest to my other breast, doing the same until I’m a complete whimpering mess again.

He raises his head to look me in the eye, crawling higher so that we’re eye to eye. He positions himself between my legs, and I can feel his cock at my entrance. My stomach tightens in anticipation.

Suddenly, he grabs both of my wrists, pulling them up and pinning them down above my head.

I gasp in shock, and then he’s entering me, filling me deeply. I cry out, arching my back and rocking my hips toward him.

Holding both my wrists down with one hand, he steadies himself against the bed with the other and starts thrusting—hard.

My body jostles against the bed, and I moan in time with his thrusts, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock deep inside me. And not just that. The … dominance. The way he’s holding me down, my arms pinned above my head, it’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever done to me.

I writhe beneath him, feeling the pleasure building again.

“You like that?” he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure.

I nod.

“You like me holding you down while I fuck you?”

I gasp at his vulgar words, shocked to find that it turns me on even more. “Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.” I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the mattress.

He chuckles softly, not losing pace. “You ever been fucked like this before?”

“No,” I admit, panting.

He smiles, leaning down to nibble on my ear. “Glad to be your first,” he murmurs, his warm breath against my skin only driving me crazier.

He picks up speed, slamming himself into me harder and harder. My eyes squeezed shut, I groan helplessly at the overwhelming sensation, my pleasure building. I usually can’t come from penetration alone, but shockingly, I can feel an orgasm nearing.

“Oh my god,” I whine desperately. “I’m gonna come.”

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, and his words send me over the edge.

My second climax of the night hits me so hard that I practically scream, writhing beneath him and whimpering. He pumps into me a few more times before finishing himself then collapsing on top of me. Panting, he presses a soft kiss to my temple, then rolls off of me, lying beside me on the bed.

Still in shock, I stare up at the ceiling. Holy shit. I just had the absolute best sex of my life.

Mystery Man wraps an arm around me, pulling me toward him. We lie together in the afterglow of our orgasms for a few minutes before he gets up and heads toward the kitchenette on the other side of the room. “Water?” he calls.

“Yes, please,” I say.

I suddenly feel so exposed and embarrassed. I glance around for my dress, realizing it’s on the other side of the room.

He comes back in seconds, handing me a glass of water. I smile at him before taking a drink.

I watch as he makes his way to the pile of clothes on the floor, methodically dressing himself. After finishing my water, I do the same, awkwardly dashing across the room to my dress and slipping it on.

Suddenly I see the clock on the far wall, and my eyes widen. “God, it’s late,” I comment. It’s almost 1 a.m.

Fuck. I should have known better than to go out the night before starting my brand-new job. I’ll be lucky to get four hours of sleep at this rate.

“I have to go,” I say apologetically, glancing around for my purse.

“So soon?” he asks.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, grabbing my purse from the counter. “I have a big day tomorrow. A new job, actually—so I have to get home and go to sleep.”

He laughs. “Fair excuse.”

I pause at the door. “This was fun,” I tell him in all sincerity.

He grins. “It really was.”

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It suddenly dawns on me, and I ask, “What’s your name?” I laugh at the absurdity of not having asked it until now.

But Mystery Man simply smirks at me. “Let’s leave it a secret. It makes our night that much sexier, don’t you think?”

I bite my lip, holding in a giggle. “Whatever you say.”

He stands with his hands in his pockets,

giving me one last look over.

“Goodnight,” I say.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”