Casual Encounter Page 3

  “Ladies, drop it like it’s hot. Gentleman, don’t be afraid to hit her booty and show her who’s in control.”

  The DJ’s command stirs up the crowd once more and sends everyone into a frenzy.

  I love it when DJs encourage saucy behavior, allowing me to unleash my wild side. It’s an excuse for me to drop my ass near the dance floor and wiggle back up in the most suggestive way as my hands caress my hips. I’ve yet to meet a guy who hasn’t gone nearly mad, unable to peel his eyes off of me when I’m in this raunchy mood.

  Damn, I’m so turned on.

  My pulse is racing faster than a Ferrari at the thought of misbehaving with a hot guy I met at an upscale lounge in a foreign city. I’ve done daring things in my life when it comes to men, but this is definitely pushing it even for me.

  “Are you trying to get away from me?” Nikolaj grabs me by the waist and spins me to face him. His voice is silky smooth and his heavy gaze is unmistakably explicit.

  Good. I’ve got him. He’s as turned on as I am.

  “No. Not at all,” I manage to answer as my heart beats faster.

  “Hmmm, I’m overcome with sorrow. We’ve spent so much time sitting around drinking and it’s only now I’m able to appreciate you from behind. Such a fine ass should be classified as a lethal weapon.”

  He slides his hands from my waist down until he reaches the fullness of my ass. He closes his eyes and caresses my roundness as he breathes heavily against my ear. “Good Lord, your ass is amazing, Ciara.”

  Jesus! This guy is going to make me lose my mind.

  “Ladies, you’re going to have to get a little closer to your man for this next sexy jam by my man Montel Jordan if you want to Get It On Tonite. We’re going so retro with this smooth vibe, I want you to show me your best slow dance moves.”

  “You heard the man, you need get a little closer,” Nikolaj says, looking down at me with eyes filled with desire.

  The mood is extraordinarily suggestive. It’s as if the DJ can read my mind because every single song is an open call for me to take Nikolaj back to my hotel room to discover if the hard erection pressing against my body is as impressive I think.

  We’re dancing cheek-to-cheek and sex-to-sex as if no one else is on this dance floor but us. My body is pressed so close to his, I can almost hear his heart beating.

  “Nikolaj, I don’t think you should get any closer to me or…”

  “Or what?” He grabs my hair and tilts my head back.

  “I think I’ll melt like chocolate,” I pant.

  My God, I’m not sure if it’s the effects of the alcohol, the flirty vibe of the music or if this guy’s energy is so intoxicating that I’m drunk with lust, but I’m so turned on right now, I could slide right out of my thong. My juices are trailing down my thighs and my clit is aching for relief.

  God, I badly want his tongue on my hard nub.

  “If you do, I hope you’ll melt inside my mouth,” he answers in a smoky voice.

  “I didn’t know European men were this bold,” I answer, unable to peel my eyes off of his lips.

  “What do you know about European men, love?”

  “Evidently not enough.”

  “I can imagine the sexy little body you’re hiding under this dress. I’m sure your skin is soft as silk and I’m certain you smell as beautiful as gardenias.”

  “You know exactly what to say, don’t you?”

  “You make compliments easy, Ciara. So I have a question for you. Do you want to continue dancing like this or do you want to rock?” He’s devouring me with his eyes as he awaits my answer.

  We both stand still on the dance floor as I take in his question.

  My mind is telling me no, but my body is screaming out hell yes!

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Let’s get out of here so you can find out.”

  What the heck, I probably will never see him again after today.

  He guides me off the dance floor, keeping his warm hand on the small of my back and parting the sea of dancers with the other.

  “Come on, over here,” he says, pulling me to the right once he pushes open the doors in front of us.

  We’re pacing a hallway hand in hand as he tests the handles of doors before one opens. He peeks inside and gestures for me to follow him. “It must be a room where they store sheets and towels and obviously someone forgot to lock up for the night.”

  “I guess we’re lucky,” I say, watching him close and lock the door behind him.

  He turns around and eats me up with his blue eyes. Sweet Jesus. He looks like he’s about to pounce on me. Without breaking our gaze, he brings his hands to his lips as if to wipe something off before closing the gap between us.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, pushing me against a wall at the same time as he pulls at the tie wrapping my waist.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “Honestly, this dress is getting in the way and it’s starting to irritate me.” He opens up my dress to reveal my underwear. “Ah. My God. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. This underwear will be the end of me.”

  What a stroke of genius I decided to wear the Fleur of England emerald and black lace set I had bought in London a few months ago. When I slipped into this silky lingerie this morning, it never occurred to me a stranger would be taking them off.

  “Before anything happens between the two of us, I should ask if you have a Canadian or Danish girlfriend patiently waiting for you.” This might be casual, but I don’t want any unexpected drama knocking at my door.

  “God, no. I broke things off with a woman I was sort of seeing before I left Denmark. Those trans-Atlantic relationships are messy and way too complicated for my taste.”

  “Good answer,” I say, still feeling the buzz from the martinis and champagne. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

  “People like us are happier unattached, Ciara,” he says, pulling me closer to his muscular body.

  “You have a valid point. I didn’t notice a wedding ring, but men can get quite creative when it come to hiding the fact they’re married.”

  “Dear God! Married? Me? Never. I turned forty a few months ago and to the chagrin of my dear mother, I pride myself on the fact I’ve never had to settle. Most of my married friends settled for the wrong woman simply because they felt they needed to be like everyone else around them—a minivan, two kids, a dog and a white picket fence. I haven’t yet met a woman who’s made me want to pop the question and before you ask, I don’t have any children I know of. Did I answer all of your questions?” His eyes narrow as he flashes a smile. I can’t help but respond. It’s not every day I hook up with a guy who’s hot and smart. “I guess, if we’re asking questions, I should ask if you’ve left a heartbroken chap in New York or if your husband begged you a hundred times not to leave for this business trip. I wouldn’t be able to blame either of them.”

  His mouth is inches from mine and I inhale the masculine scent of his cologne. I smile and tilt my head back to meet his piercing eyes.

  “A woman like you can’t possibly be single,” he adds, trailing a fingertip down the side of my throat.

  I shiver under his soft touch. My breath is getting shallow and I trip over my words in an attempt to answer him.

  “I’m not married. Like you, I’m not willing to settle. I was seeing a guy, but things were going nowhere fast.” I guess I’ll have to break it off officially with Dylan when I get back home.

  “So are you saying you’re totally free for me to ravish you?”

  “I guess I am,” I say before responding to his hungry kiss.

  “I’ve had a hard-on since I asked you if you wanted another drink. Your beauty is quite intimidating even for a guy like me.”

  “Don’t bullshit me, Nikolaj. I don’t think too many women intimidate you. I think you saw me walk into the lounge and your brain instantly went to work to figure out how you were going to get me to wrap my lips around your hard cock. Am I wrong?”

  “About me dreaming of your full lips sucking my cock as I push your head down to take me in deeper? Not at all. Since I laid eyes on you earlier tonight, I haven’t been able to think of anything else. Sadly, I didn’t realize it was written all over my face.”

  “It’s not fair I’m the only one who’s partially naked here,” I say, reaching for his belt buckle before unzipping his fly. “Why don’t you remove these? They’re in the way.”

  He yanks off his pants with the same urgency as he removes his boxer briefs and he stands there in front of me with the kind of erection women would salivate over with anticipation. I’m so amazed by the size and girth of his cock, I bring my hands to my mouth and gasp, shivering with lust.

  “Oh. My. God. You’re packing some serious heat.”

  He must be a generous seven or eight inches if not more.

  Whoever said size didn’t matter has never laid eyes on this magnificent cock. Nikolaj is thick and his hardness is begging for me to get down on my knees and take him inside my mouth.

  “I gather you’re not disappointed?”

  “Are you kidding me? Is it seven, eight…”

  “Nine.”

  “Nine? Seriously?” Long, thick and cut, exactly the way I like them. “Your cock is amazing. The question is, do you know how to use it?”

  “Is that a question or a challenge?”

  “You can take it any way you wish.”

  He reaches out and grabs the back of my head and pulls me closer to him. His moisture glides against my stomach and only makes me even wetter. I rub the tip of his cock with my finger and play with his nectar as I lose myself in his blue eyes.

  God, my nub is throbbing so badly and I’m in desperate need of relief.

  I bring my finger to my lips to taste his sweetness as I reach down to relieve the tension building between my legs. I can see he’s taken aback by my naughty actions. “Oh, yeah,” he says with a wicked grin.

  I grab his superb cock and caress the fullness of his hard shaft. He lets out a groan filled with lust and I can see how much pleasure he’s taking from this. He grabs the hand I’m using to play with my pussy and brings it to his mouth. He sensually licks each and every one of my fingers without ever leaving my gaze and I could come right here from watching him perform this salacious act.

  Fuck, he’s hot.

  I let go of his cock and slide my fingers inside my wetness to scoop up my juices. I bring my hand back to his cock and slide it up and down his shaft with a slippery grip. I’m going to make it impossible for him to keep it together. The pressure of my fist wrapped around his cock and the drip of his nectar make my nipples so hard with excitement.

  It’s as if he can read my mind because he unhooks my bra, setting my engorged breasts free. He grabs me with his big strong hands and squeezes both of my nipples at the same time, sending a sweet tingling wave across my entire body. “Ah,” I whimper.

  “You like your nipples squeezed hard?” he asks, curling his lips in a cocky smile.

  In lieu of an answer, I grip his cock and pump him harder as I circle his tip with my thumb. I toy with him even more by playing with the ridge of his cock and he tilts his head to fully take in the pleasure.

  I can’t wait for him to fill me with his big hard cock. God, I hope he’s packing some condoms.

  “Jesus, Ciara, you’re so good at this,” he growls as I thrust my hand up and down, determined to make him come hard.

  Suddenly we’re interrupted. The jiggling of the door handle and the voices in the hallway startle us.

  “Did you lock this door? I specifically asked you to leave it open because I still need to finish cleaning this floor. Now I have to go all the way back downstairs and grab my keys since you gave your keys to Carol. Why don’t you go back to the eighth floor and finish what you started and I’ll clean this floor.”

  We quietly wait for the two cleaning staff to leave and before Nikolaj can say anything, I close my fist around him again and pump my hand up and down. His surprised look quickly turns into pleasure as his balls tighten inside the hand cupping them and I pump him harder and faster.

  “You’re so bad, Ciara. You’re going to make me come, aren’t you?” His eyes are devouring mine and the second I see him bite his lip, I know he’s putty in my hands.

  “Of course. I want to see you lose control.”

  “You’re so naughty. I want to see you lose it with me. It’s not as fun if I’m the only one in ecstasy,” he says before crushing my lips with his.

  His tongue dances with mine and I shiver with anticipation. He pushes my thong aside with one hand as he shoves his fingers deep inside my pussy to grab my juices before caressing my hard clit.

  “Oh, you’re completely bare down there. You’re a naughty one.”

  His masterful touch makes me lose my breath. My legs tremble and my body is overtaken by a tsunami of satisfaction. My body lets out a low grunt, shocked by this sweet pleasure, as his thumb presses harder against my clit. I squeeze his balls and thrust my fist harder when he lifts his hips before he pulls me closer to him with the free hand nestled on the small of my back.

  “Jesus Christ,” he roars. He comes so hard, his warm nectar spurts all over my stomach and down my thighs.

  “Arrrgh!” I pant as my orgasm explodes and sends my body into a state of complete and utter bliss.

  “Look at you. Your wet hair is stuck to your face as a tell-tell sign you’ve been doing sinful things with a stranger,” he says, breathing heavily.

  I open my mouth to respond, but honestly it’s been so long since a man has made me come so hard. I’m completely at a loss for words.

  He’s amused by the fact I can’t muster up clever repartee.

  “I made you come, didn’t I,” he says as he presses his finger still dripping with my own juices inside my mouth. “Open wide and lick.”

  Damn, he’s amazing.

  “You’ve done this before,” I manage to say once I have composed myself.

  “Maybe a few times,” he answers, amused. “Ciara, this is merely a rehearsal. If you enjoyed the appetizer, you’ll really lose it when I fuck you so hard I make you forget every cock you’ve sucked before mine.”

  “Aren’t we a little too sure of ourselves?”

  With the string of shitty fucks I’ve had lately, it won’t be too hard for him to meet his goal.

  “Nah, you bring out something in me I’ve rarely been able to experience with another woman and we’ve just met. I can only imagine how you’ll leave me begging for more once I’ve been able to taste you. You’re daring, assertive and slightly kinky. The fact all these qualities come in such a beautiful woman makes you even harder to resist.”

  “Slightly kinky? You don’t know me yet. You have no idea how kinky I can get.”

  “Well, I hope my luck is about to change,” he says, tracing the contour of my lips with his finger. “Now, let’s get out of here before the cleaning crew comes back.”

  BOOK 1—CASUAL ENCOUNTER

  Chapter Three

  “I’m sorry, sir, we’re completely booked and I suspect most hotels in the area are full as well. We’re right in the middle of the Toronto Film Festival and it’s impossible to find a free room. I’ll gladly call a taxi for you, this way you can get home and you can fetch your car in the morning.”

  The young woman behind the counter at the Four Seasons hotel has been typing frantically for fifteen minutes trying to find a room for Nikolaj to crash for the night without much luck.

  We were having such a good night, we lost track of the time. Once we left the rooftop lounge at the hotel nearby, we both realized we were a little too drunk to take things further. As we were still trying to figure out how to end the evening, Nikolaj realized it was already two o’clock in the morning and his car was locked for the night inside a downtown parking lot.

  “I’m quite aware of the festival, but I’m afraid the inconvenience is greater than I’m willing to deal with. You see, I live at the other end of the city and I don’t care to have to come back in the morning to fetch my car, not to mention my vehicle is one of those expensive toys grown men buy when they have too much money to burn. I can’t imagine leaving it behind for the night,” he says, lowering his eyes like a sad boy. “It would be like leaving a part of me behind.”

  His car must be stupidly expensive for him to obsess over it this way.

  “I’m really sorry, sir, there are no rooms available at all around the city. We’ve already checked for countless people looking for a room during the most well-attended festival in Toronto.”

  “Would you mind terribly if I crashed on your floor for the night?” He turns around to face me.

  His question startles me because I assumed he’d end up taking a cab home. The young woman behind the counter has dropped a major bomb on me. I don’t blame him for not wanting to leave his expensive toy behind, but I’ve made it a strict rule not to let men sleep over and I sure as hell won’t stay at their place after sex under any circumstances.

  “Um. You mean sleep in my room?” I ask, baffled.

  “Well, technically yes, but throw a pillow my way and maybe a blanket and I’m good to go.”

  I’m in an awkward position. Nikolaj is standing there searching my eyes for an answer and our eager concierge is also waiting for me to take care of Nikolaj so he’s no longer her problem.

  “Um.” I clear my throat, buying myself time. Fuck, what do I say to him? He’s obviously in a jam. “Well, I guess you can always sleep on the couch.”

  “You have a couch? Even better. You won’t even know I’m in the room,” he concludes without waiting for my answer.

  He’s already turned his attention to the concierge and he’s planning his overnight stay.

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