His lips tugged on hers, suckling on her lower lip and pulling it into his mouth, where he swept over it with his moist tongue. He nibbled gently on her until she parted her lips, inviting his searching tongue inside her, expecting him.

Her hand went to the nape of his neck to pull him closer, when he couldn’t get any closer than he already was. His body crushed hers against the wall of the elevator, barely leaving her space to breathe. But Sabrina didn’t care. Who needed oxygen when she could inhale his scent instead?

Daniel tasted like a fresh shower in the middle of a rain forest, woodsy, vibrant, yet so dark, with layers of hidden treasures piled one on top of the other. And with every twirl of his tongue, he released yet another flavor, making her eager to capture his tongue with hers and imprison him within her.

***

Daniel couldn’t believe what he was doing. He was kissing an escort, a prostitute. He’d probably lost his mind—and he knew exactly when it had happened. When she’d accidentally dropped the condom, he’d realized that what he’d paid for wasn’t just to have a pretend girlfriend at the reception. She’d evidently been told by her agency to expect sex.

Who was he to disappoint her?

The way her mouth tasted made him feel intoxicated. He deepened his kiss, plundering her mouth and playing with her responsive tongue. Every time she moaned, the sound reverberated through his chest and filled him with eager anticipation of what was to come.

Holly had a way of turning him on as no other woman had ever managed to. He was a sexual guy, all right, but he generally needed more than two seconds of kissing to get fully aroused. She’d managed to arouse him with just that look she’d given him before he’d planted his lips onto hers.

She definitely knew what she was doing. After all, she was a professional. This was her job, to arouse men and please them. He could think of hundreds of ways how she could please him, but none of those ways were prudent in a hotel elevator.

As soon as the doors opened, Daniel pulled her out of the elevator with him. He looked at her face and saw that her cheeks were red, and her lips were plumper than before. He’d get back to those lips in a few seconds. But first, he had to get them into his room, away from prying eyes.

It seemed too long until they reached his room. Neither of them spoke, as if there was nothing to be said. Nothing that could be said in a public area anyway.

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As soon as he let the door slam behind them, Daniel pulled her back into his arms and continued where he’d left off in the elevator. Those luscious lips needed more attention, and he was all too willing to give it to them. He put his thoughts about the fact that she was an escort aside. Right now, he didn’t care. She was a woman, who excited him more than any woman had ever excited him, and he was only just kissing her.

He hadn’t even touched her naked skin yet. He hadn’t even kissed her breasts yet. And already he was as hard as an iron rod and yearning for release. If a woman could do that to him, he didn’t care whether she was an escort or not. To hell with conventions.

Daniel took her wrists, fully encircling them with his hands and pulled them up to each side of her head, pressing them against the wall behind her. This woman brought out his most primal instincts. Her body pressed flush against the wall behind her, she looked vulnerable, yet her eyes were hungry, filled with desire.

Daniel ground his hips against her, making her aware of his need. Her response was a stifled moan as if she didn’t want to admit she could feel him pressed against her through the thin fabric of her dress.

Instead, her head moved toward him, begging for another kiss. And he complied. How could he not? Holly was full of fire, and he had nothing to douse the fire with, only his own fuel to stoke the flames even more. Besides, he wasn’t a fireman; he had no duty to put out a fire, and he sure wasn’t going to put hers out, at least not until he had brought it to its roaring crescendo. And then some.

But he had to slow down before the entire room would combust and they’d start a fire which rivaled the one that had razed San Francisco in 1906.

Daniel tumbled to the couch with her and lowered himself, pulling her with him to rest on top of him as he stretched out, his lips never leaving hers. He could get drunk on her taste. Seriously drunk. Her kiss was pure sin. He pulled away for a second.

“Do you kiss every man like this? No. Don’t answer that.” No, he didn’t want to think of the fact that this was what she did for a living, kiss strangers and have sex with them. No wonder she was so good. She had plenty of practice.

He sighed deeply.

“Is this ok?” Holly suddenly asked as he released her lips for a brief moment.




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