Chapter 4

Back in the hotel lobby, the air felt thick with everything unsaid.

“Take me to your room,” I whispered.

“Payton, stop. Not like this.” Teddy’s voice was gentle as he brushed the tears from my cheeks. “You’re just angry.”

“No. I want to be with you tonight. Nothing has to happen—just comfort me, Teddy. Please.” I pressed myself against him, arms wrapping tight around his waist, face buried in his chest.

He sighed, then led me upstairs without another word

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Inside his room, a bottle of champagne sat chilling on the small table beside the bed. I dropped into the chair, poured a generous glass, and drank deeply.

“Whoa, easy,” Teddy said, watching me finish the second glass in quick succession. “That stuff is stronger than it looks.” He settled on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving me.

I yawned, stretching my arms overhead. “My shoulders are killing me. Will you massage them?” I poured another glass and met his gaze as I drank.

“That’s enough.” He stood and crossed the short distance, gently prying the glass from my fingers. The moment he did, I rose, pushed him back into the chair, and straddled his lap.

“Oh, Teddy…” I tilted his chin up, grinding slowly against the hard length already straining beneath me. “You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?” I knew I was already drunk. Maybe I actually wanted to get drunk so I can finally unleash this want inside me without guilt.

For a long time, I felt so guilty about my feelings for Teddy and tried desperately not to betray my husband. But after what I saw and witnessed today, I don’t care anymore. Richard has been cheating on me this whole time.

How cruel.

I gasped as his hands found my ass, gripping firmly. “Are you sure about this, Payton?”

“Yes.” I leaned in and kissed him hard, tongue sweeping into his mouth. “Please… fuck me. Hard.”

I wanted him—badly. My lips moved over his jaw, his cheeks, his neck. I sucked at the sensitive skin there until he moaned, fingers twisting in my hair, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, then slid the thin strap of my dress down one shoulder, then the other. His gaze stayed locked on mine as his hands cupped my breasts. I gasped, head falling back. A second later his mouth closed over one nipple, warm and insistent. I trembled under the assault, clutching his head to my chest while his other hand slipped beneath my dress, pushing my panties aside to find me already wet.

My mouth fell open in a raw, needy cry. He captured my lips again in a deep, consuming kiss. My fingers fumbled with his belt, then his zipper. The moment his cock sprang free, I wrapped my hand around him, stroking firmly. Another low moan rumbled from his throat.

“Fuck… yes,” he breathed.

In one swift motion he stood, lifting me with him, and tossed me onto the bed. I laughed breathlessly as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, arousal written in every taut line of his body. He circled the bed slowly while I hurried to shed my own dress and underwear, leaving myself bare for him.

“I want it hard,” I said, voice husky. “Do you mind?”

“Please,” he growled, “take me as hard as you can.”

He was on me in an instant, dragging me to the edge of the mattress, spreading my thighs wide. His mouth descended, tongue finding my most sensitive spot. I arched off the bed, screaming his name.

“Fuck—yes, Teddy! Give it to me—please—haaa… fuck!”

I came hard against his mouth, thighs shaking. He held my legs up, keeping me open as he rose and slowly pushed inside me. My eyes rolled back; for a heartbeat my breath simply stopped. Pleasure so sharp it felt like dying.

He froze, concern flashing across his face. “Payton? Payton—”

A hard slap to my cheek jolted me back. I sucked in a huge, ragged breath, then burst out laughing, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Don’t stop.”

“You crazy woman,” he muttered, a grin breaking through. Then he drove into me harder, faster.

I rolled us so I was on top, riding him with a desperate rhythm. We both moaned, the sounds blending into cries. “On your stomach,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly. He positioned himself behind me and took me from behind, deep and relentless. The room filled with our gasps, our curses, our shared release as we fucked through the night.

Morning light slipped through the curtains. My head throbbed from the champagne and the hours of exertion, but I smiled anyway. Teddy slept beside me, face soft and peaceful—beautiful in a way that stole my breath. Last night was incredible.

Then Richard’s face flickered in my mind. He might have had his own wild night. The thought should have hurt more, but right now it felt distant, almost irrelevant.

I slipped quietly from the bed and started dressing, searching for my panties.

“Looking for these?” Teddy’s sleepy voice. He held the scrap of lace between two fingers, eyes half-open, mischievous.

I laughed softly. “So you’re awake.”

He caught my wrist before I could grab them and tugged me back into his arms. I looked up at his slow, sleepy smile.

“You weren’t trying to sneak out, were you?”

“I was… sort of. We still have that morning meeting before we fly home.”

He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You were fucking amazing last night. 

Makes me not want to go home at all.”

Then he kissed me—slow, lingering.

“Not yet,” he murmured against my lips.

 In one fluid motion, he rolled on top of me, his lips crashing against mine in hungry, teasing kisses. I burst out laughing as his fingers danced along my sides, tickling me mercilessly.

“Stop—please, Teddy!” I gasped between giggles.

He paused, hovering above me, eyes dark and intense. For a long moment he simply stared.

“You look magnificent,” he murmured, voice low and reverent.

A slow smile curved my lips. I pressed my thigh firmly against him, biting my lower lip as heat bloomed between us. He caught both my wrists in his right hand, pinning them gently above my head. His left hand slid down, cupping one breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened under his touch. A soft moan escaped me. I squeezed my thigh harder against his growing arousal.

Then his mouth replaced his hand—warm, wet, deliberate. He sucked gently, teasing the sensitive peak with slow circles of his tongue while his fingers continued their tender exploration. He released my wrists, and my hands immediately found his hair, threading through the strands as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

This was the first time in years I’d felt truly alive—like color flooding back into a world that had gone gray.

“Teddy…” I whispered, voice trembling.

His hand drifted lower, fingers finding my clit with exquisite gentleness. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles, watching every flicker of reaction on my face.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, voice rough with want. “Completely satisfied.”

He guided me up until I was straddling his lap. His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself, sliding the thick length of his cock slowly along my inner thighs, teasing without entering. The heat of him, the deliberate drag of skin on skin, made my breath hitch.

This time we moved differently—slowly, deliberately. Our gazes locked, unblinking. Something electric sparked between us, bright and undeniable. We rocked together in a gentle, glorious rhythm, bodies speaking what words never could.

It felt like a dream I’d stopped daring to have.