Authors: Selena Sexton
SAVE THE NIGHT FOR ME
Classically handsome, his wide azure eyes and angelic blond hair
gave him a decidedly innocent look, his hard muscled body, by contrast, seemed
custom made for sin.
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2012 by Selena
Sexton. All rights reserved worldwide.
is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the
product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any
resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or
locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work
are 18 years of age or older.
book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually
explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some
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Nina woke, disoriented,
in a large, soft bed in a beautifully-appointed hotel room. She sat up and
looked around, struggling to remember the night before. She was naked; her
clothes from the day before were hung neatly over the back of a nearby chair,
but she did not remember doing that. She was alone in the room; no sign of any
companion. She stepped to the window and parted the heavy curtains a bit,
looking out onto the city as morning light shone in. As she gazed upon the
buildings below, she began to remember the prior evening...
Her meeting at the ad agency had run very
late. Usually she liked brainstorming meetings at the beginning of an ad
campaign, but this was a more stressful kind than usual, because her team had
pitched their best ideas to the client that afternoon and every one had been
soundly rejected, sending them back to the drawing board, literally. To make
matters worse, the client had no clear vision of what he wanted, just
apparently a strong sense of what he did not want, so they didn't have any
guidelines within which to operate, other than trying to come up with
different, creative ways to promote electric heating pads. Things had devolved
down to having a talking mascot pad with an electrical cord tail when they
finally decided to pack it in at ten o'clock at night.
After 7pm, there was only one train every
hour from the city back to the suburbs, and she had just missed the 10; she
would have to kill almost an hour before she could get the 11. Three of her
coworkers were going to share a cab rather than wait; they offered to let her
squeeze in, but that seemed uncomfortable. Her friend Melanie actually lived
downtown and offered to let her crash, but Nina just wanted to go home, feed her
fish and chill out in front of some late-night TV. Nothing personal, but she
wanted to leave work and all things work-related, including her coworkers,
alone for the night.
Nina walked toward the train station,
gazing at various store displays, figuring that she would duck in somewhere for
a quick bite to eat while she was waiting-there were a few restaurants farther
down. She passed a building with a reflective surface and slowed down to take
stock of herself. She thought she looked very tired, but overall not bad: her
thick dark hair hung in shiny waves over her shoulders, setting off her pale
skin and bright green eyes fringed with dark lashes.
And those bright red lips! She had tried a
new lipstick that day that was supposed to last all day without smudging or
fading, and she was pleased to see it was holding up well, still looking shiny
and delicious, like a fresh juicy strawberry. She'd actually forgotten she was
wearing it, so seeing how it looked out here in the lamplight, how it set off
her dark hair and pale skin in a sexy and romantic way, was a pleasant
surprise. She had wondered why the male passers-by seemed to be staring
appreciatively. Otherwise she was not provocative in appearance; she was
wearing a beige trench coat to ward off the evening mist, buttoned and belted
over a simple black dress and stockings. A pair of black leather boots
completed the ensemble. They were somewhat sexy, with a three-inch heel, but
not outrageous. She could walk in them comfortably enough.
She heard someone clear his throat just
behind her, and she turned, startled, to see a man approaching on the sidewalk.
As he passed, they exchanged a glance that shot through her like a bolt of
electricity; it was that sudden and powerful. He was unreasonably handsome,
with thick dark hair, bright blue eyes ringed with dark lashes, a firm,
chiseled jaw setting off full, sensual lips. He smiled at her, and his intense
gaze made her weak. She was embarrassed at the strength of her reaction to this
man, gorgeous as he was, and she was also embarrassed because she hadn't even
noticed him in the reflection of the mirrored window-she must have really been
staring at herself, she thought, blushing a little, self-consciously. She
hadn't even heard his footsteps until after he'd cleared his throat and she'd
snapped out of her reverie.
He kept walking, albeit somewhat slowly,
and she watched him as she started walking again herself. He swung his arms
loose and confidently at his sides, bearing no newspaper or briefcase, but he
was dressed impeccably in a dark suit and a trench of his own, a grey one, that
he wore unbelted. It billowed around him, somewhat cape like, as he strode down
the street. She admired the breadth of his shoulders. He was tall-maybe about
6'2” or 6'3” and looked solidly built. She found herself fantasizing about him,
picturing him turning as she approached, taking her suddenly by the arms and
pushing her up against the wall, kissing her passionately as he pushed his body
insistently against hers, pinning her helplessly as his hands wandered at will
over her body, regardless of the stares of passersby...
She shook her head at the image, blushing
at her wanton imagination. She had been attempting to keep up a long-distance
relationship after Mark moved to Seattle, but it was halfhearted at best; they
had been more comfortable than serious even before he left, anyway. She hadn't
had a man's touch in a couple of months, and who knew the last time she had
felt real desire? As she continued to walk behind the darkly handsome man, she
became aware that her panties were moist with her arousal. She could use a
night of hot, unrestrained sex...with a total stranger? What a thought.
The man ahead of her slowed and then turned
to enter the bar at the upscale Hotel du Lac. He didn't seem to notice her when
he turned in to the doorway, but she felt somehow tethered to him nonetheless;
she slowed her pace a bit to make it a little less obvious, but she had no
hesitation about going into the bar, as well. After all, isn't that precisely what
she was going to do, anyway? She still had about 40 minutes to kill before the
train departed, and it looked like a nice place. She had time for a couple
drinks...maybe a little chat...
And what if he were meeting someone there?
Well, Nina thought, what's the harm of going in to see what she could see? If
someone else was on his schedule for the evening, so be it; she would have her
drinks and get on her train like a good little girl. But, as she eased the
large glass door with the brass fittings open, she thought about what t would
be like to be a bad little girl, and she shivered with desire at the thought.
The place was only moderately busy, but she
didn't see him. Perhaps he went to the rest room first, she thought, and she
decided that might be a good plan for her, as well; she felt a little nervous,
and it usually helped to pee. She went to the ladies' room, relieved herself,
washed up and checked her hair and makeup in the mirror. She unbuttoned the
trench and let it hang open, like his, showing off her graceful neck and pretty
collarbones above the bateau neckline of her dress. After fluffing her hair a
bit with her fingers and adding a quick spray of perfume, she ventured back out
into the bar.
She still didn't see him; maybe he had
continued though the bar into the hotel? That would have been a little odd,
with the hotel entrance nearby, but maybe someone was waiting for him and they
just hooked up and moved out. Well, that's that, she guessed; there were only a
dozen or so people in the richly-appointed bar, and it was easy enough to see
he wasn't among them. With a small sigh of disappointment, she approached the
shining mahogany bar and prepared to order. The bartender was at the other end,
but he noticed her and started to walk down to her.
As he approached, she began to open her
mouth, ready to order, but he looked right past her, addressing someone to her
side. “What can I get you?” She turned to see
, her handsome
stranger, standing to her side at the bar. He addressed the bartender, but looked
directly at her with a stunning smile. “Chivas and soda, with a twist, and the
lady will have...?” His voice was warm and deep, with a hint of an accent. Eastern
“Bellini,” she breathed, lost in his eyes,
not even pausing to question why this utter stranger would be buying her a
drink without so much as an introduction. It just felt natural.
“I'm Tomas,” he said, extending his hand.
“Nina”, she responded. When she put her
hand out for a shake, he gracefully caught it and raised it to his lips. His
touch was electric to her; she was struck with an almost painful need for him
as he gazed up at her through that fringe of black lashes. She wanted to be
crushed to his chest, his hands wound in her hair, pulling her head back,
controlling her. She felt herself flushing slightly and tried not to tremble.
There was some chitchat about his being in
the city on business and her waiting on a train, but she barely remembered
that; it was more about the ease and swiftness with which they found themselves
upstairs in his hotel room, his removing and hanging their coats and his suit
jacket up with some decorum, then simply surrendering to their desires. Still
in the entryway to the room, He put her up against the wall in the exact way
she had fantasized, crushing his body against hers with insistent need as he
kissed her, sensually, teasingly, dancing the tip of his tongue along hers,
sucking her lower lip in a bit and biting it lightly as his hands roamed her
He traced kisses down the side of her neck
as he ran his hands down her thighs, found the hem of her black jersey dress,
and began slide the fabric up, skimming the curves of her bottom with his
fingers as he passed over her smooth skin. “So soft,” he breathed against her
neck,” I want to feel every bit of your softness against me. You are like the
petals of a flower.” Nina quivered with pleasure and sighed, “Take anything you
want from me; I can withhold nothing from you.” He uttered a low purr of
satisfaction in response.
She was as busy as he was, loosening his
tie and slipping it off over his head, then unbuttoning his shirt and slipping
that off as their tongues flirted and darted into each other's mouths. She
lifted her arms so that he could lift her dress up and over her head, and then
he returned the favor as she removed his tee shirt, revealing a wonderfully
muscled torso. Every inch of him was chiseled perfection; it made her want to
run her tongue over every inch of his body. “Ohhh...you are so perfect, so
strong,” she said in wonder. “It's all for you, Nina,” he said, taking her face
in his hands and kissing her tenderly, then passionately.
“And look at you, my lovely: What pleasure
you give me to see,” he said, gazing at her in admiration, as well: The swell
of her breasts in the plunging black underwire bra, the sensual curve of her
belly above the black satin panties, and her long, firmly-muscled legs excited
his desires fully. He stepped back toward her, taking her against him so that
he could feel her soft skin pressed warm and lush against his strong, hard
body. He felt somewhat cool to the touch as she ran her hands along his back,
but only slightly; she felt so feverish with desire that it was a soothing
sensation. His arms crushed her in a powerful embrace. He was so strong! She
yielded to him, willing to be completely dominated by his need for her.
As they continued to kiss and explore each
other, he slipped the satin straps of her bra over her shoulders and deftly
pulled her breasts out of the cups. He ran his hands over her, cupping the
generous swell of her bosom in a gentle squeeze and brushing her stiff pink
nipples with his fingertips, then rolling the tips between his thumbs and
forefingers, sending delicious sensations through her like an electrical
charge, straight to her private areas. She could feel the throbbing between her
legs, and her panties were getting quite soaked with her juices.