Chapter 50

I keep my eyes locked on hers while I lick and suck my fingers clean, groaning at the taste of her sweet pussy. God, I had no idea anything could taste so fucking good.

When the doors open, I grab her hand and lead her out of the hotel. The street outside is packed with people. It’s a usual Friday night in the French Quarter, so I prepare myself for a large drunken crowd and wrap my arm around Liv’s small shoulders, pulling her closer to me. I know I’m acting like an overprotective brute, especially considering we’ve just met, but I can’t help it. There’s no way in fuck I’m letting her go.

Several men run their eyes over her and only look away when they catch a glimpse of my murderous gaze. Good, they should be scared.

Mine! I want to scream to the whole goddamn street. She’s fucking mine!

She brings out every dominant cell in my body. She’s turned me into some sort of possessive alpha male who wants to walk around beating my chest and growling at any man who dares take a peek at her.

When I look down at her, she’s wearing a scared look on her face, and I realize she’s clutching me in a death grip and looking frightened as hell, scurrying into me for protection and comfort.

I stop walking and cup her face in my hand, lifting her chin so I can see her better. Her eyes are wide, and they’re on everything except me, darting around like a scared little rabbit.

“Liv, look at me,” I say, giving her a soft shake.

Her blue eyes finally land on mine, but she doesn’t calm down, and I can feel her small body start to shake.

“What’s wrong?”

People move around us, but I don’t give a flying fuck about any of them. The only thing I care about is the woman in my arms.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and I hate how shaky her voice sounds.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, but please tell me what’s wrong. Have you changed your mind about tonight? You know I would never force you to do something you’re not comfortable with, right?”

Her eyes widen even more and she tightens her grip on me. “No!” she practically yells. “I want you to fuck me. I just, I don’t know, this is just a lot for me, I guess. I’m not used to crowds, and I’m not used to drop-dead gorgeous men making out with me in elevators, and I’m nervous, and I’m afraid of how much I like this.” She gives me a shy smile and adds,

“Of how much I like you.” “I own the hotel,” I tell her.

“What?”

“I don’t want any secrets between us. I own the hotel and several others around the city. I’m staying there to check up on the staff and make sure everything is running as it should. I don’t have anything that requires a date tonight. I have reservations at another hotel’s restaurant so I can scope out the new competition, but I do that kind of thing all the time, and I always go alone.”

Her eyes study me as if she can’t quite believe what I’m saying.

“I said I needed a date because I knew the second I saw you in the lobby that I had to have you.”

“What?” she says again, making me laugh at her cute, dazed expression.

“I want you, Liv, more than I’ve ever wanted any woman, so stop worrying.”

I caress her cheek with my thumb, loving how she immediately lets out a soft moan and leans into my touch. Bringing my lips to hers, I kiss her hard, letting her see exactly how much I need and want her. Her small body is pressed to mine, and I know she can feel the hard length of me digging into her tight stomach, the tight stomach I’ve already fantasized about filling with our baby.

I groan and pull back, knowing I have to stop this now or I’m going to be popping her cherry on Bourbon Street. Wouldn’t be a first for this street, I’m sure, but I’ll be damned if any other man is going to get to see what’s mine.

“Feeling better?” I ask, running my thumb over her wet lips and wishing we were alone so I could bury my face in her perfect little pussy.

“No,” she pouts. “I’m so horny I can barely think, and my panties are completely soaked and useless.”

I give her a wink and guide her backward until she’s pressed up against a brick wall and my body is shielding her from view. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t say anything, just looks up at me with a hunger that matches my own, and I swear if I took my cock out right now, she’d hike her dress up and let me fuck her right her in plain view of everyone. Also, I’m guessing, not a first for Bourbon Street.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I warn her. “There’s no way in fuck I’m letting another man see you naked, so you’re going to have to just be a good girl and wait until I can fuck you someplace private.”

I can’t help but smile when she gives me another pouty look. When I run my hand under her dress, her eyes light up like it’s fucking Christmas and I’ve just handed her the biggest gift.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan when I feel how wet her inner thighs are. “You weren’t lying about your panties being useless.”

She moans and clutches my suit jacked when I drag a finger along her wet slit, pressing hard enough to feed her little cunt and her panties and make her bare pussy lips spill over.

“Please,” she begs when I press firmly against her swollen, achy clit.

“Fuck, please, Justin. Please make me cum.”

“God, I do love hearing you beg.”