5 | PARIS: A SUDDEN URGE

JOY

I heard a loud slam of the door and turned to look. It was Vince. His jaw tightened and his eyes focused on mine as he made his way around the car and toward me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, his hands slipped to the back of my neck and he pulled me toward him, connecting his lips to mine. With his other hand, he gripped my waist to keep our bodies pressed tightly together.

I stood still for a fraction of seconds, my mind processing what was happening, but soon after, I complied, allowing our lips to dance in a perfect rhythm. His towering height was making me bend back a little.

The kiss was demanding and sensual, enough to ignite a searing feeling down the pit of my stomach. I’d never been kissed this way before—a kiss filled with so much need. So much desire.

My entire body hummed with pleasure and my nipples peaked, painfully straining against the fabric of my strapless bra, underneath the dress. My legs were wobbling and if it weren’t for him holding me, I would’ve collapsed right here on the floor.

It was too soon to have assumed anything out of this—whatever it was between us—but it was a strong feeling that I couldn't shake. My hands looped around his shoulders and I moaned against his lips, my core tightening with lust.

But the valet's chuckle brought me back to reality, and I immediately stepped back, my heart hammering in my chest. We panted for breath, unable to move our eyes from each other. The surrounding atmosphere was too hot to bear.

"Do you want me to continue?" Vince asked in a low voice, his tone filled with desperation and hope.

"Here?" I asked, blinking at him with my wide eyes. Here? I scowled. What the fuck?

A smug smile appeared on his face—a smile that I would’ve loved to kiss off—and he nodded. "We can continue here if you want. I don't mind. Though, I believe, that would attract a hoard of audience."

I looked at the valet standing outside the large entrance of the hotel and gave him an awkward smile, trying to hide my eeriness. I glanced back at Vince and bit my lips.

"Follow me," I said with newfound confidence surging in me.

I guided him through the entrance to the elevator. Vince was purposefully walking close to me, his hands circling around my waist the entire ride to my room. By the look on his face, I could tell he was enjoying it immensely. Taking out the swipe key from the purse, I hovered at the lock. But the door wasn't opening as fast as it should have. When it finally opened with the beeping sound, I sighed with relief.

I pushed the door wide open and stood quietly. A part of me was scared, but the other wanted this. Wanted him.

“Are you looking forward to being carried inside, Joy?" Vince breathed, drawing his mouth close to my ears.

I couldn't speak. A shiver ran down my spine and what I wanted to do was dissolve into his arms. I walked straight inside the room and he followed suit and closed the door behind him. Dropping the purse on the floor, I turned to face him.

He was leaning against the door with his eyes scanning me from top to bottom, observing each of my moves as if I was the most fascinating sight for him. I took a deep breath and unzipped the dress from the back. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped and paced toward her.

He paused just inches away from me and said, “You really want to have me kneeling before you, don’t you?”

His voice made my breath hitch. But yes, what a sight it would’ve been. Him kneeling before me . . . between my legs. I shivered.

He pulled me to him and planted soft kisses on my cheeks. His lips were smooth against my skin. So fucking enticing. He moved his wet kisses down my jaw to the crook of my neck and continued the slow tortures. He knew exactly what he was doing and the effect that it was having on me. I gasped, and he lifted his face up to meet my gaze.

“So fucking delicious.”

His fingers curled around my thighs and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bed and landed on the top of it with my back on the soft mattress and his body pressed on mine.

"Do you want me to stop?" His grey eyes met mine as he slid the sleeves of my dress down my arm.

"No, I just want to make something clear." I knew why he was here and that he'd leave and they would never meet again. "I don't know you and you don't know me. Let's just keep it that way."

His eyes widened, as if he wasn't even expecting it. He stared blankly at me for a moment before nodding. "Sounds good to me. Does that mean we’ll never see each other again?"

Do you want to?—was at the tip of my tongue. "No." I cleared my throat. “I sound like a slut, don't I?" A frown took over his face, and I whined, "Yes, I do. You're afraid that if you tell the truth, you might not get any action."

I covered my face with my shaking hands, cursing myself at the back of my mind.

I'm drunk, I'm drunk. I chanted at the back of my mind. I would've never said things like this if I were sober.

"No, I do not think that. You’re a very interesting person, Joy." He laughed, moving my hands from over my face and kissing me, gently.

But I spoke again, pulling away from the kiss. "You’re a complete stranger. It’s all so exciting and, at the same time, it's frightening that you'll turn into a dangerous dream. But . . ." I tried to speak between his demanding kisses. "You're so . . . and I'm so . . . I think this is the only way to get you out of my system."

He put a finger on my lips before grazing over them with his thumb. With the same smirk glued on his lips, he muttered, "Stop talking and listen. This night is going to be very long."

I smiled and whispered back, "Very long."

***

VINCE

I entered the hotel room. It was almost a quarter to three, and I had no intention of walking in on Cole, who was probably butt-naked and in action. But then I remembered I had nowhere else to go.

But strangely enough, the room was empty, with no signs of Cole, which was a relief.

The moment I walked into my room, I glimpsed a girl, one of those I’d encountered back at the club. She’d just walked out of the washroom in a way I’d least expected. She was wearing a lace bra and panty, both with a perfect combination of red and green stripes. The light coming from the living room formed a shadow on her.

I remembered her—ebony eyes, long chestnut hair straightened over the shoulders, her skin dusky and figure petite and slender.

I moved back, shaking my head. I was not in my right mind at the moment, to have been around her or any other woman. But I was too aroused to elude the offer sparkling in the girl's eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying not to move my gaze from her eyes.

"I have been waiting for you," she answered in a broken accent. "We came here to grab a few drinks but then Cole suggested we move back to his studio."

"Why didn't you go with them?"

"I wanted to stay here for you."

I sniggered, "For me?" He walked past her, toward the bathroom door while pulling my t-shirt off and tossing it on the bed. “What if I hadn’t come back?”

"I saw you leave with someone, but you're back too early . . . which means either you didn't get what you wanted or something else happened." I turned around to meet her gaze and frowned. She spoke again, "Am I right?"

I didn't want to recall what had happened back at Joy's hotel. All that mattered was that she didn't want me there, and that was the end of that.

"Who are you again?"

"Sonia."

"Okay, Sonia, you know where the door is. So, I believe you can help yourself out. I'm not in the mood." I knew deep down that if Sonia wanted sex, I wouldn't hesitate to give her what she needed.

Sonia seemed to have known my instincts from the distance. She pressed her hands on my naked chest and pushed me until my back crashed with the bathroom door. She was quick to unbutton my pants and skim her hands down my underwear.

A groan escaped my lips.

That was more than the action I’d got in weeks. Even today.

She drew her face to my neck, her breath warming my skin even more. She whispered, "I don't think you mind me overstaying my welcome, do you?"

I loved a dominant woman in bed, but right now, I needed to be in charge. I took a fistful of her hair between my fingers and pulled her head back.

I wanted to end this as quickly as possible and send her down the road, as I’d always done.

Drawing my face close to hers and with our lips just inches apart, I questioned in a husky voice, "Are we still talking now?"

A smirk appeared on her lips and she began planting sultry kisses on my chest, creeping down to my lower belly. Her tongue grazed on my belly button, sending a shiver down my spine and I leaned my head back on the door, my eyes tightly closed. Within seconds, she’d pulled my pants down and began massaging the growing bulge from over the underwear.

Everything had happened too fast after that for my drunken mind to process—her mouth guzzling my cock, my silent moans reverberating in my ears, my hands over her mouth to stop her from screaming while I fucked her, each thrust faster and harder, her legs locked around my waist.

There was no kissing involved, no attachments, just a quick-fuck session.

I was doing this only to divert my mind away from Joy, forcing my anger out as an overwhelming sex drive. I had not only been pushed away once today, but twice.

But even though I had someone else under me, my mind kept bothering me with one question, all the while: why the hell did she push me away?