He was a guy so he didn’t delay, took his knees and accepted her offer.

She reared into him, her neck twisted, eyes cast high, watching his face as he fucked her on her hands and knees in front of him.

She was still fully clothed, her skirt pushed up her hips, her blouse on, the pointed toes of her pumps rooted in the bed.

He was still fully clothed too.

But from what he could see of her round ass and sweet thighs, he was going to find a way to fuck her naked as soon as possible.

Starting now.

Continuing to take her, he shifted his hands from hips up her ass until his thumbs moved from smooth, supple skin to encounter something he wasn’t expecting that took his attention away from repeatedly burying his cock in her pussy as hard and deep as he could manage it.

She instantly pulled so far forward, he lost her and his eyes went from his hands under her skirt to her face.

She twisted to her ass, scooting back, her eyes another invitation.

He followed her. Stopping her movements with an arm around her waist, he pulled her up.

She took hold of his dick, guiding him in.

When he caught at her wet, he impaled her.

Driving his other hand in her silky hair, he clutched it and yanked her head to him so he could drive his tongue into her mouth as he fucked her against the headboard.

Fifteen minutes later, they’d both come and he was ass to the bed, back against the headboard, pants up but undone, cock still pulsing but tucked away, eyes on her shimmying her skirt over her panties.

He didn’t say a word, but watching her, he couldn’t beat back his grin.

When he gave that grin to her, her eyes dropped to it and it almost looked like her movements stilled for a second.

But it was only a second before she went to a hand and then knee in the bed to reach him.

She kissed the side of his neck, pulled back, looked into his eyes then pushed off the bed and walked away.

Nick heard the door close right before he heard his own chuckles.

He’d fucked the woman three times.

And she hadn’t spoken a word.

* * * * *

Hotel Teatro, 6:04 The Next Evening

He opened the door and she came through with intent.

Ready for her, he wrapped an arm around her waist, taking a wide step back. He shifted them sideways then pushed her into the wall. He pressed the door closed and flipped the safety latch just as she tried to shove against his hold and get away from the wall.

He let her push him back but went back farther in order to give himself room to do what he intended to do.

Which was what he did.