He took her by the hand and began walking—quickly—so quickly she had to scramble to keep up with his long-legged stride.

“Where’re we going? Slim!”

“You’ll see.” He led her around the corner and two blocks over to a hotel, walking into the lobby like he belonged there. At the registration counter, he said, “Could we get a room for the night, please?”

Erin’s entire body went hot with desire and longing and embarrassment when she realized what he was doing.

The clerk eyed them suspiciously—or so it seemed to her—and said, “Let me see what we have available.” He clicked around on the computer until he found an available room. “Our check-in time isn’t until three.”

“We have a family member in the hospital,” Slim said, producing his credit card. “They encouraged us to get some sleep while we can. I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course.”

Erin didn’t dare look at him, out of fear she might spontaneously combust from the yearning, not to mention trying not to laugh at his shamelessness.

The clerk returned Slim’s credit card along with two key cards and gave them directions to the elevator. “I’ll pray for your loved one,” he said.

“Thank you so much,” Slim said gravely. “That means the world to us.” Taking hold of Erin’s hand, he half walked, half dragged her to the elevator. The moment the doors closed to the lobby, they lost it laughing.

“Oh my God,” she said when she could talk again. “You used my father so shamelessly.” And after their talk earlier, she knew her dad would’ve loved it. Well, maybe not the part about what was sure to be a wild booty call, but that she was off having fun with a man he admired. That part he would like.

“I know,” he said, wincing. “I feel kind of guilty about that, but I have a feeling I’ll get over it.”

On the seventh floor, the elevator dinged to announce their arrival. He tugged her along behind him as he found their room, dropping her hand only to get the door open and usher her inside ahead of him. The second the door clicked shut behind them, he pounced, devouring her mouth and touching her everywhere he could get to under her coat, which quickly fell to the floor along with her sweater, jeans and bra.

“Hurry,” he said, as he worked the buttons on his shirt while she took care of his jeans.

His urgency fanned the fire burning inside her, which only intensified when his cock fell hard and hot into her hand.

She stroked him, drawing a hiss from him that had her dropping to her knees to take him into her mouth.