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back to my ‘otel? This place is making me feel claustrophobic—are you sure this isn’t the broom cupboard?”
     
    “Oh, ha-ha,” I said as I stood up, trying to remain conscious as I closed the door behind him. “Anyway, why would I need to go back to your hotel? I’ve got everything I need here—a bed, desk, chair… sink.”
     
    “A sink?” he laughed. “Siena, please tell me you’re kidding.” He smiled, running his finger down his rippling abdominals. “Getting back to your question, you should come back to the ‘otel with me because what I wanna do with you, I’m going to need more space—a lot more.”
     
    I frowned at him, crossing my arms as his haunting blue eyes undressed me. “You are unbelievable,” I slurred.
     
    “And you, miss, are adorable.” He laughed, watching me as I swayed in my high heels. “How much have you had to drink? You’re completely smashed.” I pointed at the near empty wine bottle as I pulled a face. Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me between his open legs and looked up at me with longing desire. “We’ve wasted so much time, Siena. Time is so precious. It’s the only thing I can’t buy. Time… and you.”
     
    He lifted up my t-shirt and started kissing my stomach. I closed my eyes in pleasure and then gazed up at the ceiling—urgh. Bad idea. It was covered with cobwebs and massive water stains—not “cheerful” in the least. He kept kissing and licking up my body, as he pulled off my t-shirt and looked up at my breasts.
     
    “You don’t need this,” he said, unhooking my sheer black bra as my breasts spilled into his warm hands. “I’ve missed them,” he mumbled as his tongue explored the curves.
     
    “You’re a breast man, aren’t you?” I giggled as his stubble grazed over my nipples.
     
    He looked up at me, smirking. “I don’t ever want to be categorized, Siena. I love every part of a woman—front and back.”
     
    “Charming,” I replied, watching as he lay back on the bed, resting his arms behind his head as the familiar bulge in his trousers made an appearance.
     
    “I want you to put your hands out in front of you on the desk, spread your legs, and bend forward, so I can get a good look at that beautiful ass of yours.”
     
    I shrugged, following his orders without hesitation, as I walked past him wearing just my jeans and stilettos and bent over the desk. “You’re a naughty man, Daniel. I’m concerned for your mind.” When I turned around, he was licking his lips and staring at me like he had gone into another world.
     
    “Turn back around, Siena, so you’re facing the wall.”
     
    I looked straight ahead at the wall, my moistness building as I felt his eyes burn through me. God, how I enjoyed his instructions .
     
    “Now, undo your jeans and push them halfway down your legs—slowly.”
     
    I undid the buttons and shimmied the jeans down.
     
    “Mmm. That’s right, darlin’—you’re making me so hard.”
     
    I turned around and kicked off my jeans, watching his eyes as they hooded in lust.
     
    “Take your panties off too, but leave those shoes on.”
     
    I smiled, watching his hardness grow as I stepped out of my G-string.
     
    “Take a seat over there.” He motioned to the rickety old chair that sat in the corner. I seductively trailed my naked body past him, feeling his eyes glued to me as I turned around and took a seat gazing at him. He got down on his knees and crawled across the wooden floorboards towards me, where he came to a stop at my ankles and looked up at me with burning desire.
     
    “Let me taste you—all of you Siena.” His rough hands spread my legs wide open, as he pulled me towards his stubble covered jaw, his hot wet tongue flicking across and then deep inside my wetness as I moaned in ecstasy.
     
    The pleasure he gave me as the evening ticked on by ripped through my body and into his mouth. It was like time was standing still. “Daniel,” I panted, still shaking from