Because of His Name

© 2015 All Rights Reserved

Grace didn’t think of herself as the kind
of person who would have sex for money.

Yet here she was, going up to a
stranger’s room after he’d propositioned her earlier in the day.
 
As hot as Liam Houston might be, he’d
still offered her money in exchange for sex.

So she wasn’t the type of person to have
sex for money (which she’d been telling herself over and over again throughout
the evening), but she also apparently wasn’t the type of person to ignore the
man who’d issued the invitation.

Grace somehow, despite all her
reservations and fears, found
herself
knocking on the
door to his room.
 
It was as though
she’d become a robot, programmed to do this one and only activity of knocking
on Liam Houston’s door.

But
I’m not going to sleep with him.
 
I’m only going to his room so I can tell him what a jerk he is for
treating me like a cheap hooker.

Was that true, though?
 
Or was she just telling herself that
because it would make it easier to convince herself that there was nothing
wrong with going one step further, and one step further still?

As the door to the room swung open, Grace
felt like it was happening in slow motion.
 
First she saw just the plush white carpet, and then the expanse of the
suite falling away behind Liam, as he came into bright and vivid focus,
standing there in front of her.

The door was now open wide and Liam
stepped aside to allow her to enter.

Are
you crazy?

She knew in that moment, she was crazy,
and she didn’t seem to care.
 
Grace
stepped over threshold, out of her old life and into something else entirely.

Once she was in the room with him,
everything went from super slow motion to moving so fast her head was spinning.

“You should’ve used the key I gave you,”
Liam said, his piercing blue eyes sparkling with mischief and assumed power.
 
He exuded the kind of easy grace that
only the very rich and extremely handsome seemed able to master.
 

Liam Houston, as it turned out, was both
rich and handsome—a double whammy.
 

“I don’t want your key,” Grace said,
pulling it out of her pocket and extending her hand. “Take it back.”

Instead of taking the key from her,
though, Liam suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him.
 
Their bodies collided, and now she was
pressed right up against his rock-hard belly and chest.

“Maybe I don’t want to take it back,” he
uttered, his voice low as he looked into her eyes.
 
“Maybe I meant every word I said.”
 
And then he was kissing her, and she could
taste the mint on his breath, and a hint of alcohol.
 
But the alcohol wasn’t
overpowering.
 
He tasted sweet and
his tongue gave her whole body a thrill as it slid delicately into her mouth.

The kiss wasn’t aggressive—it was
passionate and controlled.
 
Liam
Houston knew what he was doing, that was for sure.

As he continued kissing her, she fell
into it, her entire body wanting him, even as her brain sputtered and fumed at
her to snap out of it.
 

Are
you insane?
 
You’re supposed to be
telling him off right now—not making out with him.

But she didn’t want the kiss to
stop—not now, not ever.
 
It
just felt too good.
 
Her skin was
tingling, her heart pounding, her nipples were hard and excited from the
pressure of his body against hers.
 
She was already wet between her legs, slick with sudden lust as the
reality of their encounter hit home.

This wasn’t some joke—this was
really happening, and she was finding that she liked it.

When Liam finally stopped kissing her,
she took a deep breath and then let it out, blinking.
 
“That…that…that was unexpected.”

“You liked it,” he grinned.

“I never said that.”

“I think you want me to do more than
that,” he said.
 
He leaned in and
whispered into her ear.
 
“Don’t you,
Grace?” he said, giving her chills up and down her spine.

Yes,
please.

“Take your key back,” she muttered, as
she realized she’d been gripping it tightly this whole time.

Liam took hold of her hand, encircling it
in his, but not taking the key back.
 
His hand was warm and strong, and now the chills were back, and her nipples
were aching, and she was getting wetter still.

“I want you to tell me the truth,” Liam
said, his voice low, teasing.
 

She looked into his eyes and shuddered
with surprisingly intense desire for him.
 
“Truth about what?”

“About why you came up here just now,” he
said, still holding her hand, pulling her into him again.
 
His other hand slid around to the small
of her back and rested there, creating a warm tingling sensation.

“I wanted to tell you what I think of
your offer,” she said.

“And what do you think of it?”
 
One of his eyebrows rose precipitously,
arching, and Grace found herself thinking how cute and sexy it was.

“I think it was a jerky thing to say,”
she told him.

Liam made a face of mock upset.
 
“That’s sad, Grace.
 
I made you that offer because I care
about you.”

“Yeah, sure you do.”
 
She tried to pull away from him, but he
tightened his grip around her waist and her hand.

“I do,” he said.
 
“If you and I sleep together
tonight—“

“That’s not going to happen.”

“
If
we sleep together,” he repeated, “you shouldn’t walk away empty-handed.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Why?”

She looked at him, trying to figure out
if he was joking.
 
“You seriously
don’t know why offering a woman money for sex is insulting?”

“I know why you might think it’s
insulting.
 
But why is it
disgusting?”

“Because it makes you a pig,” she
said.
 
“How many women have you paid
for sex, Liam?”

“That’s highly classified.”
 
He grinned wider, and now his hand slid
down, reaching the top of her buttocks, tantalizingly close to grabbing her
ass.

And Grace wanted him to grab her
ass.
 
She wanted him to touch her
everywhere, and she hated the fact that she wanted him.
 
Her mind kept telling her that he was a
jerk, and he needed to be told in no uncertain terms what a jerk he really
was.
 
And then she should leave the
room with her head held high, and her morals firmly intact.

But despite what she kept thinking and
saying out loud, she wasn’t leaving.
 
And the longer she stayed in this room and played this game with him,
the more she was beginning to doubt that she had the strength to resist him
after all.

“Listen,” she said, her voice shaking a
little bit.
 
“If we were to do this,
I don’t want your money.”

His cocky grin faded slightly and his
eyes seemed to search hers.
 
“I
don’t want you to do anything unless you’re comfortable with it,” he said
softly.

“Do you mean that?”

He nodded slightly, and their eyes locked
and neither of them said anything for what felt like forever.
 
“Your lips are just about the hottest fucking
thing I’ve ever seen,” Liam growled, and then he leaned in and slowly sucked
her lower lip into his mouth.
 
And
then he was kissing her more fully, more passionately, with a hunger that
surprised her.

She found herself responding to him
instinctively, and pressing her body into his, allowing her free hand to grab
onto the fabric of his shirt—and then she lightly traced her fingers down
his chest and against his stomach.

Now his hand also moved from the lower
part of her back, down to her ass, and he squeezed.

Grace had always been told that she had a
nice butt.
 
It was big—more of
the Kim Kardashian look—as opposed to one of those waifs with the flat
butts and fake chests.
 

Liam seemed to be enjoying it anyway, as
his hand squeezed and then lightly spanked her butt a few times.
 

He was turning her on now in a major way,
and she was starting to really lose control—if she’d ever had any to
begin with.

This
is what you wanted, Grace.
 
Now you
can admit it.

God,
maybe this is what I wanted all along
,
she thought, mortified at her own lack of willpower, as his tongue slid into
her mouth again and she moaned from deep in her throat.

Liam finally let go of her hand with the
key in it, and then he stopped kissing her.
 
“So,” he said.
 
“You still want to give me back my key
and tell me off?”

“Yes,” she lied, but her voice sounded
completely unconvincing to her ears.

“Are you sure about that?” he teased.

“Yes,” Grace repeated, but then he
squeezed her butt lower down, closer to her pussy, and she moaned a little,
despite herself.

“Tell me off then,” he said, leaning in
and breathing on her collarbone.

Chills again.
 
His hand massaging the
lower part of her buttocks.
 
His other hand on her hip now, soft and warm and promising more
pleasure still.
 
His lips on her neck.

“I don’t want your money,” she whispered.

“What if I want to give it to you
anyway?”

“No,” she moaned, as he sucked on her
skin.
 
Grace’s eyes closed, and she
licked her lips, as both hands were now on her ass, squeezing, rubbing,
pressing
her into his hips.
 
She could feel his erection against her
pussy through their clothes, and already she wanted it so badly.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never
been fucked, Grace,” Liam whispered in her ear.
 
“And then I’m going to give you that
money whether you like it or not.
 
You can give it to charity.”

“Why?” she said, her eyes still closed.

“Because I can.”

And then she didn’t have the power to
fight him anymore.
 
His hands just
felt too good, and nobody even knew she was in this room right now.
 
Her brother would never know.
 
Her friends wouldn’t find out unless she
told them.

It would be her little secret—the
dirty little thing she did one time, when she was young and wild and full of
adventure.

Someday, she would look back and shake
her head and roll her eyes when she recalled this night.

But for now, she would give herself over
to it and stop fighting.

“Fine,” she told him.
 
“You win.”

“I win?” he said, looking at her
skeptically.

She let go of the room key and it dropped
to the carpet between their feet.

“Yes,” she said.
 
“Now shut up and don’t ruin it.”
 
She ran her hands over his chest
again.
 
“I want to just enjoy this.”

“Wait a second.
 
You’re serious.”
 
He pulled away from her a little,
grinning.