Score by Shay Violet

Author:Shay Violet [Violet, Shay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: shayviolet.com
Published: 2020-02-06T16:00:00+00:00

7

We arrived back at Wentworth Mansion in record time, and I was happily surprised we didn’t get pulled over en route. We traveled at speeds that could only be forgiven by law enforcement if we were bound for the emergency room with me deep in labor.

Which come to think of it…

Stop, girl, don’t put the cart twenty miles ahead of the horse!

Aras left the car the curb for the valet to park, and we bounded up the steps and into the lobby, hand in hand.

I’d never been inside, but it was as stately and genteel as I would have suspected. “Welcome back, Mister Ca…” the woman at reception called after us, but we were already gone.

We reached the elevator, and alone at last, he pushed me against the wall and began kissing me hungrily. His hands roamed across my clothed body as I did the same.

Before we were ready to break, we’d reached his floor. We practically fell into the lap of an older gentleman wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase when we sidestepped through the elevator doors, mouths still pressed together.

“Sorry,” we said in unison, and the older gentleman made a “Harumph!” as he stepped reluctantly into the elevator, shaking his head.

Aras fumbled with the key but finally got us inside. It was a beautiful room that looked like it must have looked well over a century ago when it was built.

I shuddered when I wickedly considered how forbidden it would have been back then for a handsome white man to sneak me up here to his room. He would have risked his social status, his fame, possibly everything in his desperate need to have me.

Gauzy curtains made the sunlight soft and hazy. An antique desk sat along one wall next to a massive armoire, everything in the room was elegant.

His sweater came off first, revealing at last the muscular chest and arms I’d been exploring through his clothing at Angel Oak and in the elevator. He had the lightest scattering of dark hair across his pecs and a trail leading down from his belly button across the flat, hard expanse of his lower abdomen, and disappearing into his pants.

I kissed his chest and shoulders and then his intoxicating mouth once more.

“Zaliya, are you sure?” He whispered as I nibbled across his collarbone and up to his throat.

In reply, I stepped back and pulled off my own sweater, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in just my lacy black bra.

He grinned appreciatively and then bent down to scoop me up into his arms.

I’m not some frail, little thing, but he lifted me effortlessly, like one of the stuffed animals that covered my bed when I was a girl.

He lay me down gently on the huge, pillow-soft bed, covered in a pretty flowered comforter.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he moved to the end of the bed where my feet, still in boots rested just off the edge.

He lifted one, then the other, and slipped the boots off, kissing my soles of each foot while its opposite number rested on his impressive chest.

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