Indulgent Pleasures

Indulgent Pleasures by Karen Erickson

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didn’t want his pretty and rare car getting stolen.
    “I’ve got mega insurance on this baby.” He eyed it with worry then looked at her. “It’s a chance I’m going to have to take.”
    Oh, she knew she was being ridiculous when it thrilled her that he chose her over the safety of his car. It was a freaking car. He could probably afford one hundred of them on the money he made but still. He could’ve said screw it and escorted her right out of there.
    A bell rang when they walked through the door of the lobby and a little old man stood behind the counter, his eyes squinty in an overly tanned, overly wrinkled face. Those squinty eyes went as wide as they could when they lit upon Justin.
    “Aren’t you...”
    “No, I’m not.” Justin cut him off, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. Withdrawing a crisp one hundred dollar bill, he handed it to the man who took it with unmitigated glee. “We need a room.”
    “Of course sir. Something intimate and discreet perhaps?” The old guy was clearly getting off on the idea of the legendary baseball player using his hotel as a stopping point for a quick screw.
    Justin glared at him, his grip tightening on Stephanie’s hand. “Whatever you have that’s clean will work.”
    The man sniffed. “All of our rooms are clean, sir. Will that be cash or charge?”
    Handing him a fifty, Justin leaned his other arm on the counter. “Cash.”
    The man moved quickly, pocketing the fifty and grabbing a key ring that had a large, bright green plastic square dangling off it with the number twenty-four printed in bold white. “Your room is on the second floor, facing west.”
    “Thanks.” Justin snatched the key from the man’s fingers and started for the stairwell on the far left of the room.
    “Should you ask about your car?” She struggled to keep up with his long strides, loving the way he looked back at her with such longing on his face she almost stumbled.
    “Forget the car.” He started up the stairs, slowing his pace so she could keep up with him and then they were walking down a dim hallway. The entire floor was quiet, a couple of light bulbs were burned out in their fixtures and the burnt orange carpet was worn thin.
    They were in a complete dump and she was thrilled. Positively buzzing with excitement at the idea that in just mere minutes, she would have her hands all over him and he would have his hands all over her. Naked, skin pressed against skin, lips attached to lips.
    They found room twenty-four and she noticed his fingers trembled when he inserted the key inside the lock. He turned it with a quick flick of his wrist and the door swung open wide. The room smelled of stale smoke and fabric softener and she rushed in, her throat closing up when he shut the door with a quiet click and a sharp turn of the lock.
    And then he was behind her, around her, his arms holding her, his big hands cupping her breasts and his damp mouth brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. She arched against him, her breasts filling his hands, her head leaning to the side and her butt brushed against the insistent prodding of his cock.
    “I’ve thought of nothing else but this for the past week,” he admitted, his voice muffled against her neck and gooseflesh stole over her skin at his ragged confession.
    “I’ve thought about you, too.” Her eyes slid closed, her hand reaching behind her to cup his erection and he growled close to her ear.
    “Oh, yeah? What have you thought about me?”
    “Us together again. Feeling you deep inside me.” Her hands moved up, down, the denim rough against her fingers, his button fly straining from his thick cock.
    She’d never behaved this way over any man before. The eagerness, the bold moves and the wild flurry of it all. It was as if they couldn’t resist each other, as if they might starve without touching each other and she loved it. Wanted more of it. She wanted to please him more than

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