Hooked #3 (The Hooked Romance Series - Book 3) by Claire Adams Page B

hotel, I longed to hold onto him, to hug him close to my body. I
felt my breasts bounce as we rushed into the hotel, our hands linked.
    As we clattered into the glass elevator, I sensed
everyone looking at us once more; the rich people, the blonde bimbo and her
grand millionaire. But I didn’t care. I caught him close to me and brought him
in an intimate hug. His eyes caught on mine, and he whispered into my ear.
“Say. Would you want to—would you want to go to the Jacuzzi? It’s personal; off
to the side of the hotel room.”
    My eyes were wide as he spoke.
    “It’s just. I’m not ready to let the night end yet.
You know?”
    I nodded at this, feeling the excitement drape
around me like a cloth. The elevator shot into the sky and I leaned heavy
against him, ready to throw myself into the evening, whatever the costs. The
feeling of all that money in my hand—all those coins—had given me a sense of
power, a sense that everything in the world was possible. This, beyond anything
else, churned me to cling to this beautiful man, to hold onto every moment.

 
    CHAPTER
NINE
    We rushed into the hotel room and off to the side,
where—sure enough—there sat a bubbling Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi room featured grand
windows that stretched above the Jacuzzi and on all sides, making you feel like
you were situated in a sort of shell. I felt the alcohol in my blood as I gazed
at the Jacuzzi, as I turned toward Drew beside me, who was watching me as well.
He reached up to his shirt and began unbuttoning, all the way down to his
waist.
    I smiled at him, feeling oddly nervous. I knew we
had been together before, that he had seen me naked. But this time felt
different; it felt purposeful. I pulled my gown from my head, revealing my
low-cut bra that barely held my breasts in it, and my thong. The bra and
underwear were red. I didn’t know why I packed such sexy underwear; I had
simply longed to have the option—just in case I turned my body over to this
handsome, god-like man.
    I sauntered lightly into the Jacuzzi, feeling the
hot water roll up around me, over my arms, along my slim waist. I smiled at him
as I sat in it up to my chin. “Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked him
saucily, feeling the drunkenness waft through me.
    Drew held up one finger, standing in just his
boxers. He walked toward the kitchen and came back with a bottle of Jack
Daniels. I raised my eyebrow at him, deep in a blurred level of drunkenness. He
took a small sip from the bottle and handed it to me as he got into the
Jacuzzi, making slight waves in the water. “Take a sip,” he whispered.
    I did. He smiled as I pulled it away from my lips,
gazing at his body as he stood above me in the water. He held the glass bottle.
“You were great in there, today.”
    “Yeah?”
    “You were remarkable. Most girls get sort of nervous
when they’re counting cards. They think it’s illegal or something.”
    “It’s rather simple,” I said. “But
satisfying.” I raised my eyebrows high in the air, looking at him with a
sense of sexual playfulness. Was this going to happen?
    “I’m sorry I brought you there, though. I didn’t
realize that your father had died, leaving, I’m guess, you and your mother
without a dime. What a dick.”
    I hung my head. I didn’t want to get into it. “It’s
all right. It happened a long time ago.” I blinked my eyes at him. “And what about you? You said your father died when you were
young?”
    He nodded and took another sip. “Drunk
driving. Crashed into a tree. Which is why I don’t drink and drive at all. You’ll notice I
hired the valet to bring us back here.”
    “Your safety is really rare.” I rose up, bringing my
body closer to his. I could feel a vibrancy about him.
My body was pulsing with longing, one that I couldn’t retreat from. “I’m glad
you take care of yourself. And me.” I was inches away from his mouth. I longed
for him to kiss me, to wrap me in his arms. I longed for him to hold me, to
fuck