“No,” she says just as I hook my thumbs in the waistband to slip my pants past my hips. “I like you this way for some reason.”
I get it. Me half-dressed, her completely naked. There’s something…powerful in it. I grin and come closer. I think I’ll let her finish revealing what I have to offer.
Once again, she stops me, this time with one sandaled heel, reaching me from her extended leg. The stiletto heel lands dangerously close to the bulge in my pants, denting my upper thigh where it settles.
“We need to start using condoms.”
“Even after last night? I think that bridge has been crossed, don’t you?”
“That depends on how naughty you’ve been with it.”
“Meaning?” I ask, starting to feel my impatience grow.
“Meaning, how many of those escorts, or should I say, courtesans, have you screwed. Lara? Lisette?”
“Lisette?”
“Oh, come on. It didn’t take me long to figure out she was a plant. Once she drops the act, she’s quite the vixen.”
“And now you want to waste my fucking time while we play twenty questions?”
“It was one question, one you still haven’t answered.”
I grab her leg and throw it off my thigh, then lean in closer, forcing her back against the window.
“I don’t pay for sex. If a woman is getting money from me, she’d better have a lot more to offer than her pussy; I don’t care how golden she thinks it is.”
“And what am I?”
I stare at her for a moment before speaking
“Sloane, do you want me to tell you this isn’t just sex? Okay, it isn’t. Yes, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I am a man, after all. The more I’m with you, the more intrigued I am by you. I don’t buy forty days of a woman’s time just because I want to stick my dick in her. I want you more than I’ve wanted any other woman.” I lean in close enough to graze her ear with my teeth. “So yes, I’ll get the fucking condom.”
The suites are stocked with everything a guest could possibly need, including things they didn’t know they’d need. Obviously, condoms are standard. I pull one out of the bar cabinet and walk it back over to where Sloane is.
“Your demand, your obligation,” I say, handing it to her.
“Happily,” she sasses, taking it.
I hear the sound of it ripping open, then one of her hands comes out to rest against my chest. Her fingers trace the scratches on my skin, causing them to sting slightly. She snakes a finger down my abs and to the elastic waistband of my underwear.
“Nice,” she says once she’s inside. I realize this is the first time she’s felt it anywhere but inside of her.
“Just nice?” I ask, knowing damn well my dick is worth more than such a measly compliment. If she needs any reassurance, I fully plan on reminding her. I press in closer to her. “You’re about to be chum if you keep this up. Put the damn condom on, or I’ll take you raw again.”
With my bare chest flush against hers, I can feel how heavily she breathes as she struggles to unroll the rubber down my girth.
She’s barely finished before my hands force their way in between the glass of the window and her ass pressed against it to grab her. My fingers dig into her flesh as I lift her up and practically impale her on my cock. She cries out at the ferocity of it, which only feeds my desire.
The first feel of her, soft, wet, and warm, is like a rush of ecstasy. I savor it, keeping Sloane there as I force her legs around my waist, her heels digging into the backs of my thighs. Then, I feel her insides contract, squeezing like her hand was just seconds ago. Taunting me.
“Come on Magnus,” she purrs. “I know you’ve got a better bite than that.”
Something like rage boils inside of me, which I suspect is just what Sloane wants. No timid little guppy here. She’s like a jellyfish, beautiful to an almost ethereal degree, seemingly delicate, but with a definite sting once she gets going.
“Careful what you wish for,” I grunt.
Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers crawling through my hair as she presses her naked chest into mine. I work her up and down my shaft, and she snakes her body against mine, creating erotic friction that electrifies me.
I fall forward, pressing Sloane against the glass so I can work my hips faster. Looking over her shoulder, the city is still alive and dazzling, as though Monte Carlo itself is powering us on. Just like this city of mine, the later it gets, the more the excitement builds.
The window becomes slick with sweat, and Sloane’s back slides across it, forcing me to grip tighter as I repeatedly plunge into her. My breath fogs up the glass. Her fingers pull at my hair. My knuckles go numb, crashing into the hard surface with each buck of my hips. Her legs begin to quiver.
That’s when I feel it.
I wait, enjoying this last bite of her, which is even more delicious than the first as her entire body goes taut, squeezing me in her embrace like the jaws of a shark. I come at the same time, erupting into her with a force that I wouldn’t be surprised makes that damn condom useless.
When Sloane is nothing but a weakened mess, I loosen my grip. We fall against the glass, Sloane’s sweat-covered, much smaller body trapped between me and the window. I stay like that, not wanting it to end as my mind comes back down off its high.
The same question that’s been battling me for the past year enters my mind.
What comes next?
Chapter Forty-Two Sloane
“You know we can’t keep doing this, Magnus.”
When he finally released me, I walked over and snatched the sheets off the bed to cover myself, throwing it around me like a drunken Roman stumbling
