Over Exposed (15 page)

She eased onto the chair across from him, barely sitting on the edge of the cushion, the hem of her plain blue skirt riding up just above her knees. He tried not to let his gaze linger, but it was so damn hard when he knew how soft the skin was on the inside of her thighs.

Fuck.

His fingers dug into the arms of the chair because he really wanted to pull her onto his lap. But then he wouldn't be able to help himself. He'd kiss her and wouldn't want to stop.

Consider this an exercise in self-control.

Something he typically didn't have to worry about.

“Considering she didn't know where Neal was, yeah, it was a problem. But my assistant found him and she's got him on a plane. They'll be here in eight hours.”

“That's great.” Her genuine smile made an appearance now, her eyes lighting up. He really liked this girl. “So you'll be able to start filming on time.”

He nodded. “The crew arrives Saturday. The rest of the cast'll be here Sunday. Filming starts Tuesday.”

“You'll be pretty busy then.”

Did he hear a wistful note in her voice? “I will. But I'll still have time for you.”

She didn't say anything right away, just stared at him with a look he couldn't decipher.

“Sabrina—”

“I'm glad to hear that.”

Yes.

Smiling, he watched a blush color her cheeks, as if she knew what he was thinking, that he wanted to drag her back to his room now and bury himself between her legs.

Which was exactly what he planned to do the second he had her alone.

“I'm going to apologize now for the long days and the ten thousand phone calls at all hours and the hundred people asking me twenty million questions.”

“You're busy. I understand.”

No, she really didn't, but she would soon enough. Hopefully by that time, he'd have her tied to him as tight as he could. He'd fuck her until she couldn't see straight and wouldn't want to leave his bed. Of course, he wouldn't be spending all that much time in bed . . .

Really fucking bad timing.

“So, I'm assuming you didn't recognize the guy who just checked in.”

She gave him a look that clearly showed she had no idea what he was getting at or why he'd suddenly changed the subject.

“Sebastian Valenti. Lead guitarist and singer for Baseline Sins. A rock band,” he added when she raised an eyebrow at him. “A pretty good one, too.”

“Are you a fan? Why didn't you come over and introduce yourself?”

“It's late. I'm sure I'll see him around.”

“He looked . . . tired.”

“Yeah, he did.” He didn't add that the guy had had some major problems recently. She'd discover that on her own soon enough.

“So do you.” Her voice softened. “You should get some sleep.”

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“No. Would it work if I were?”

“Probably not. Do you still have the keycard I gave you?”

She blinked. “Yes.”

“Come to my room when you're finished with your shift.”

She bit her lip. “My mom's making dinner for noon so I can be there. I have to work again tonight at four.”

“You get off at seven?”

“Yes.”

“Then you've got a few hours before you have to leave. Give me two of them.”

After a short pause, she nodded. “Okay.”

She stood, her lips curving in a way that made him want to reach for her, have her straddle his lap and kiss her until he wanted to yank up her skirt and do her right here.

“Maybe you should go up and get a little rest. Wouldn't want you to be too tired when I get off work.”

He laughed, the sound echoing through the empty lobby. “I'm not that old, babe.”

“Maybe I'm just that horny.”

Heat flashed from his balls, up his spine and through his cock, making it stiffen almost painfully.

“Jesus, Bree—”

She walked by his chair, brushing her fingers through his hair and making his cock throb.

He couldn't fucking wait to get her back in his bed.

*  *

By the time seven a.m. finally arrived, Sabrina was ready to crawl out of her skin.

She'd been counting the minutes until her replacements arrived and, when the Fiorelli sisters, Casey and Danica, walked out of the registration office, she wanted to rush to the elevator.

But she didn't want to make her coworkers suspicious, and everyone knew Casey and Danica, who'd been hired a year before Sabrina, were the biggest gossips in the hotel. And if she went all smiles and hightailed it out of here, the sisters would suspect a man because they always suspected a man behind anyone's good mood. Usually they were right. She couldn't risk them having even a hint of suspicion.

She already knew the daytime security guard might catch her heading for Greg's room on the security cam in the elevator but, unlike the Fiorelli sisters, he knew how to keep his mouth shut.

After filling in Casey and Danica on the new arrival and giving them his assumed name, she headed for her room to change before she went to Greg's suite—

Which was on the same floor as her boss's apartment.

Oh, my God, what if she got off the elevator and Tyler was standing there? Talk about awkward.

Maybe she should rethink this.

And maybe you should stop overthinking everything and have a good time.

Back in her room, she did the fastest change ever, throwing off her skirt and blouse to pull on comfy, worn jeans that didn't make her ass look huge and a purple T-shirt that made her breasts look great.

She knew she should be tired, figured the adrenaline crash was going to be pretty bad later, but she'd pulled all-nighters before. She'd catch a nap at her mom's before she came back for her shift at seven. She could catch up on her sleep on her next day off.

Which was in two days.

Thinking about how much sex she could have with Greg before then made her want to fan her burning cheeks, but the elevator dinged to announce her arrival on the fourth floor.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the hall.

No one there.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't doing anything wrong. There was no company policy about fraternizing with the guests. Besides, Tyler knew what was going on between her and Greg. If Tyler didn't want her to see Greg, he would've told her.

Turning right, she headed for the door at the end of the hall.

Greg was staying in Suite C, which she knew from visiting Kate was at the opposite end of the hall from Tyler and Jared's apartments. And from the room the other employees called the Salon.

The registration staff had told her it was the Goldens' private room for entertaining. But the looks Casey and Danica had exchanged when they'd told her that said something else entirely. Like there was something really interesting about that room. Kate had mentioned it a few times in passing. So had Annabelle. And whenever Annabelle said anything about it, her fair skin turned bright red.

Her curiosity would get the better of her soon enough, and she'd ask exactly what kind of entertaining they did in that room. But not now.

Now she walked straight to Greg's door and barely hesitated when she slid the card in the lock. She didn't want to stand in the hall too long in case Tyler or Jared emerged from their apartments.

She'd texted Greg to let him know she was on her way and the moment she opened the door, he was there. She had a second to draw in a short breath before he had her pinned against the now-closed door, his mouth sealing hers as his tongue demanded entrance.

This was no tame “Hey, how've you been” kiss.

This was a “Get your clothes off now, I want to fuck you” kiss.

Her arms automatically rose to circle his shoulders and her head hit the door as she tilted it back to let him kiss her more deeply. He barely let her up for air, kissing her with such intense focus her toes curled.

It felt like she'd been waiting ages for him to kiss her again.

Arching her back, she tried to get closer, to press her breasts against his chest and her mound against his cock. Better yet, she wanted to be naked and riding him, hearing him say her name in that husky growl and telling her how much he wanted her.

This doesn't seem like you're working him out of your system.

She told the little voice in her head to go pound sand and she sank her fingers into his hair as her legs circled his waist.

He held her there for several seconds, letting his mouth explore hers in the most sensual way, drugging her, dragging her deeper into a state where passion ruled.

When he finally let her up for air, it was so he could turn and carry her into the room.

“You're late.”

The lust-roughened tone of his voice made her shiver, and the intensity of his gaze made her feel like a mouse in the sights of a hawk. That look promised that he was going to devour her.

She had to swallow before she could answer. “I wanted to change.”

“And I wanted you here.”

A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Kind of impatient, aren't you?”

“Hell yes. I've been waiting too long to get my hands on you again.” His mouth curved into a wicked grin that made her chest constrict as he nudged open a door on the far side of the room. “When are you due at your mom's?”

“By noon, but I wanted to get there a little early to spend time with my sisters and brothers. It's been a while since I've seen them.”

She saw his jaw clench, as if he had something he wanted to say but didn't think he should. “Fine.” That one word sounded like he didn't like the taste of it. “Then don't blame me if this is a little faster than normal.”

“Sometimes fast is good. It also means we might be able to do it twice.”

“Damn, I like the way you think.”

The next thing she knew, she was falling. He'd reached the bed and dropped her on it, watching her every move with narrowed eyes.

“I'm gonna strip you naked and put your legs over my shoulders and make you come with my mouth. Sound good?”

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped but she had no idea what to say to that bald statement of intent. Her body, however, knew exactly what to do. She drew in a shaky breath and her thighs clenched.

His gaze fell from her eyes to her lips, which made her press them together so her moan didn't escape. She could barely breathe, and all her energy and awareness had shifted lower.

As his gaze continued its downward journey, her nipples peaked into hard nubs, pressing against her bra, straining for his mouth. Her abdomen tightened as if he'd put his hands on her and had started to caress her.

And her pussy . . . well, that was drenched and needy.

“Finally rendered you speechless, huh?” He sounded pleased with himself. “Let's see if I can change that. I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”

Her breath hitched as Greg's smile evaporated. Coming up onto her elbows, she watched him reach for her legs, lifting them to remove her shoes and socks. He rubbed her feet for a few seconds each, making her bite back a moan at the pleasure.

Then he reached for her jeans. “I think I like you better in skirts. Much easier to remove.”

That spurred her into speech. “Maybe you shouldn't always get what you want.”

Popping the button on her jeans, he worked them down her legs, his gaze now latching onto the purple satin panties that matched the demi bra under her T-shirt.

“What would be the fun in that? I'm going to suggest Kate make your underwear crotchless from now on.”

“Greg!”

He laughed at her breathless shock, throwing her jeans on the bench at the end of the bed. “Hell, we didn't even get started and you're already crying out my name.”

She couldn't help but laugh. “You have no shame, do you?”

“Nothing to be ashamed about in here. Damn, I can't wait to get those legs spread. Sit up, babe, and let me take off that shirt.”

She obeyed without hesitation, still shaking her head. The way he talked made her feel like she was a fizzy bottle of soda that had been shaken for days.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he had it over her head in a flash. In the next second, his hands cupped her breasts, molding them through the satin.

“Definitely crotchless panties. Damn, you are
so
fucking gorgeous.”

No one had ever said that to her before. No one had ever looked at her the way Greg was looking at her now.

She wanted to agree to anything he asked.

Slippery slope. Oh, so very slippery . . .

“What about you?” she asked. “Don't I get to strip you?”

“I'm glad you asked.”

Releasing her breasts, he reached behind his head to grab his shirt and pull it over his head. Now her gaze was level with the center of his chest and she leaned forward to press a kiss right there.

She heard him groan, low and deep, felt his hand cup her head, fingers threading through her hair. Those fingers clenched when she worked the button on his jeans through the hole then eased the zipper over the impressive erection pushing against it.

Reaching for his waistband, she stopped when he put his hand over hers. “I think we're gonna leave those where they are for now. Lay back, sweetheart.”

She did what he wanted because it's exactly what she wanted, too. But that little voice in the back of her brain began to pipe up again.

Have a little backbone, girl. What the hell are you—

Greg went to his knees at the side of the bed, spreading her legs with his hands on her inner thighs. Staring at the ceiling, she tried to breathe normally but couldn't because he was opening her even more.

She swore she felt his gaze on her like a heat ray—

“You're wet, baby. Have you been thinking about me?”