Her Dangerous Distraction

I needed a break, a night away from spreadsheets and lecture ha

lian's persistence had won me over. "One night, Amara," he ha

eathe

elegant, and deliberately forgettable. I didn't

alive with activity, and I could feel the bass in my chest a

th each step. Julian had almost instantly disappeared into the cro

king a quiet corner, wh

d commanding at 6 feet, his fair

the toned muscles beneath. Ethan Cole, though I didn't know his n

t pinned me, stripping away the layers

d the room, which, for all I kn

hint of command that sent a shiver down my spine. I set

the word escaped before

on my waist. My fingers brushed his arm, feeling the firmness of his bicep. T

scent of his cologne, which was woody and mascul

of our movements said enough, buildin

Ethan," he said, clinking his glass against mine. "Amara." Our conversation flowe

om deep within me, loosening the knots of

of my breasts, the swell of my hips, and I felt

thigh under the table,

ating," he murmured,

hammered recklessly, yes,

into the cool night air, neon re

chaos. Ethan pulled me onto his lap, mouth crashing a

rk hair. I ground against the hard bulge pressing into me, a soft moan esc

o the mirrored wall, hands shoving up my skirt to grip my

ing ragged. We staggered into the lavish room, which was a

letting it pool at my feet, standing in nothing but lac

revealing sculpted abs an

k cock springing free, veins puls

sy clench, wetness so

pping folds inches from his face as I grasped his shaft. My lips wrapped aroun

gagging slightly as he hit the back. Saliva coated him, dr

plunged into my pussy, lapping at the slick juices, circling my clit with firm str

d his cock. Pleasure built fast, coiling tight until it snapped.

mping his head as waves o

the sheets. "I need to be inside you," he

was overwhelming, his girth filling every inch. He held still for a beat, let

reaking under us. He pinned my wrists above my head, his free hand pinc

locking around him, my he

core, hitting deep enough to make me see stars. Sweat slick

riding with abandon. My hands braced on his chest,

g my ass lightly before gripping hard. The friction

d from behind, the angle let

hair, the other rubbing my clit. I pushed back, meeting ev

demanded, my word

cock pulsed, hot spurts of cu

him as I squirted, juices soaking the sheets. We collapsed, bodies

er, and his arm wrapped

hin me. Who was he, really? A stranger whose tou

dness, I slipped free, dres

hen I fled, the door's soft click sealing

ing me, but for those hours, I'd tas

to my r