The Prisoner Page 4

  “Yeah, I have to get going. This was fun, as always.”

  “You usually stay for another round,” she pouts. I spot my shoes and reach for them, spinning around to look for my belt, next.

  I turn to face her, gaze dropping to her perfectly sculpted double d’s. They’re so fake, it’s ridiculous. But as long as I get my hands on them, it doesn’t make a difference to me. “I know. Can’t tonight.”

  “Somewhere else to be?”

  “I have a wife at home waiting for me.”

  “But Jim took the kids to their uncle’s house for the weekend. We have the place to ourselves.” She pats the sheets and smiles. Her thick lashes flutter as she looks up at me expectantly. Truth be told, I’d love another round. Hell, I could go for five more. I’m wound that tightly today. But I don’t want them with Lola.

  “I know, I’m sorry. I have to run. See you soon?”

  She sighs and slumps onto her side, leaning up on her elbow. “Yeah. Okay. See ya.”

  I don’t look back as I exit the bedroom. I race down the stairs and out to the car, willing my phone to ring. I screech to a stop as I’m backing out of Lola’s driveway when I hear the ringtone.

  “Well, I’ll be damned,” I whisper, shifting into park. “Hello?” I sound like I just ran a marathon, but I manage to get my voice under control. I might be a restless mess since I touched her, but I can’t let her hear that, not if I want to see her again. “Elise?”

  “Hey,” she yawns. “I’m bored. Want to have some fun?”

  The words catch in my throat and my dick twitches. I shift in the driver’s seat and run my fingers through my hair. “Oh—do I? I mean, of course, I do. Yeah, yeah I do.” My eyes squeeze shut once the words are out. Damn Elise Duchamp and her raspy, sleepy tone that makes her sound like she just woke from a nap. My mind envisions countless scenes of her pleasuring herself and then falling asleep, nude, waking to realize she needs to call me because I’m the only one who can satisfy her appetite.

  “Christian. You there?”

  My eyes fly open and I refocus. “I’m here. Sorry. Long day.”

  “What are you up to?”

  “Not much. I was just thinking about you.”

  “Were you, now?”

  I want to blurt that I’ve been thinking about her all week. I want to tell her how I pictured fucking her the whole time I was inside Lola, how she ruined the color red for me and a million other things, like pin-up girls and high heels. “And you? What are you up to, baby?”

  “Just took a nap. I had the day off and I didn’t do a damn thing.”

  “Now you’re bored.”

  “Mmmhhmm.”

  “I can fix that.”

  “I know you can. That’s why I’m calling.”

  “You can’t come to my place tonight. Kylie’s home.”

  “Meet me at the motel on the corner of Bay and Washington.”

  “The Starlight? The little shabby place next to the grocery store?”

  “That’s the one.”

  I glance at my watch and begin contemplating how I’m going to find a way to disappear for a few more hours. Kylie will start to wonder where I am if I stay out any later tonight. “Okay. I’ll be there. Give me twenty minutes.”

  “You can bring the wife, you know,” Elise chuckles, voice still dry with sleep, and the sexy sound zips straight down to my toes.

  “Oh, you’re a comedian too, are you?”

  “I’m a woman of many talents.”

  “Yes.” I adjust my groin and shift back into reverse to get the hell out of Lola’s driveway as quickly as possible. “That you are, baby.”

  “See you soon.” The line goes dead and I hurry to call Kylie, stepping on the gas the second I hit the highway. It rings and rings, and eventually goes to voicemail. I try again, but still no luck. I leave a message, quick and to the point, yammering on about how I think it’s best to give ourselves a little more space. Since the last argument, things have been extra tense. At least my excuse for staying out is partially true.

  Partially.

  It only takes me ten minutes to get to the motel. I roll up and park near the front of the office, and my skin is already crawling. This place is beyond a dive. It should be condemned. Why would Elise pick this place, of all places? For fuck’s sake, I own luxury hotels. I slide out my phone and shake my head. This won’t do. I zip through the speed dial to locate Carl’s number.

  “Hey man, I need an upgraded suite at the property off Mason Ave. Now. Make sure it’s in pristine condition. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I hang up and shoot Elise a text with the new directions, then peel out of the Starlight’s parking lot as quickly as possible. When she pulls up to meet me, I’m already standing at the entrance, a bouquet of red roses in hand and a cocky smirk on my face that lets her know I’m a damn good catch and I know it.

  She strolls toward me, her eyes flashing warily. She looks around, then back at the flowers in my hand. The alarm in her expression wanes as she steps closer, gaze travelling slowly down my body. Heat replaces the caution I saw in her irises just moments ago, and I know I have her.

  “What was wrong with the Starlight?” she asks, raising a brow. “Not up to your standards, Sugar Daddy?”

  “Ha.” I wrap my hand around her wrist—I can’t touch her soon enough—and pull her to my side, turning for the revolving doors. “I’m appalled you stay in that roach-infested shithole. A woman like you needs silk sheets, Jacuzzi tub, and first-rate room service.”

  She lazily slips her arm through mine, eyes rolling up to search my face. I glance down, scanning her short black dress and the tantalizing dip in her cleavage. “Well, sadly we can’t all afford your taste.”

  I slow for a moment as we push through the doors. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “It’s okay. I get it. You’re used to buying your women.”

  “No,” my arm slips over her lower back and my hand tightens on the side of her hip, “I’m used to spoiling them. And you certainly deserve to be spoiled.” She brushes off the comment and lets me take the lead. I walk her to the elevator and nod in Carl’s direction. He’s standing at the desk, giving me a subtle nod to let me know the suite is all taken care of and ready to go, per my instructions.

  When we step inside the elevator, Elise falls against my chest, running her hand south, along my abdomen and down to the seam of my pants. She wastes no time teasing me, tilting her head up to bite just beneath my earlobe.

  “What’s your biggest fantasy?” she whispers against my skin, sucking lightly along the edge of my jaw. My hand clamps down around the curve of her ass and I’m instantly regretting the need to carry her flowers in the other hand. All I want to do is wrap her in my warmth.

  “Biggest fantasy?”

  “Yeah, you know, something you’d love to try but haven’t yet.”

  “That’s a hard question.”

  “Is it?”

  “There’re so many…”

  “Pick the first one that comes to mind. Come on.”

  The elevator carries us up to the tenth floor as I ponder the answer to that question. “I’d love to be watched. In public.”

  Elise’s head falls back in surprise. “You’ve never fucked in a public place?”

  “In public, yes. With an audience? No.”

  “Hhhmm. I say we arrange something, then.”

  “Does this mean you’re acknowledging there will be a next time?” A smile plays on my lips as I stare down at her lush mouth. I can’t take my eyes off her.

  “Maybe.” She winks and tugs at my hand to pull me out of the elevator as the doors roll open. She steps into the hall, eyeing the elaborate damask pattern on the walls. “I’m impressed, Sir.”

  “You haven’t seen the room yet.” I guide her forward and nod to the double doors at the end of the hall, where our suite for the evening awaits. Just as I’d requested, the extra-large Jacuzzi tub is filled with rose petals, surrounded by a stack of fluffy white
towels and every oil and bath salt imaginable. I set the roses down on the hall console and watch as Elise takes in the bathtub and the King bed, which is covered in ivory silk sheets.

  “Roses,” she says breezily, skimming a hand over the bouquet’s paper wrap. “So, Christian Walker has a romantic streak.”

  “Does that bother you?” I slide out of my suit jacket and begin working at my tie. I loosen it but don’t undo it. I want her to be the one to unravel it from my neck. My cock seems to like that idea, too, because it jumps in anticipation, nudging against the fly of my pants.

  “As long as you’re aware there isn’t a romantic bone in my body, we’re good.”

  “You say that, but I’m not so sure there’s any truth in it.”

  An angry glint shines brightly in her eyes. She prowls toward me, an animal ready to devour her prey. Her hand finds my shoulder and she pushes back, shuffling me up against the hallway wall. “You don’t know me, remember?” The words slip through her teeth like liquid poison, burning with animosity. “When I say I don’t do romance, I mean I don’t do romance. Don’t fuck up a good thing, Christian.”

  The fire in her eyes mixed with the forcefulness of her touch makes me snap into motion. I snatch her wrist and spin her around, reversing our positions. My fingers weave through her hair, gripping onto the back of her scalp and she gasps. “And I’m a man who does exactly what he wants, when he wants, remember? If I want to spoil you, I will. If I want to fuck you on those silk sheets and then spoon feed you crème brulee after, I will. Don’t limit me, Elise. Now, I think I’ll start by stripping you naked and devouring your pussy, and then take you to the tub where I’ll bathe you and watch you come from behind as you sit on my lap.”

  Her eyes drift shut and a small, breathy moan breezes over her lips.

  “There are rose petals in that bath water,” I add, voice husky. I press my groin into her ass and deliver a thrust of my hips as I nip at the nape of her neck. “Get used to it. When you’re with me, that’s what you get. And you’ll fucking love it.” Keeping her pinned to the wall, I lift the hem of her dress and tear her panties down her legs. I move quickly. The pounding in my chest and the ache in my groin compels me forward, pushes me to direct her body. I know what she needs, and I know exactly how to give it to her.

  The second her dress is up over her head, I turn and lift her to carry her to the bed. There’s no retaliation this time. She doesn’t fight me, doesn’t object, just lets me throw her down onto the bed and bring my mouth to her pussy. I finally get what I’ve been craving all week: those heels clamped around my neck and her sweet taste, melting on my tongue.

  I lick, bite, and suck until she’s coming hard, bucking against my mouth, then flip her over and fuck her hard. I don’t stop until she cries, begging me to let up. Once she’s spent and sprawled out on the sheets, I lift her again and carry her to the tub, gently helping her into the hot water. She sighs as she sinks in and I step in behind her, immediately going to work, rubbing her neck and shoulders.

  When her head rolls back against my chest, I take the opportunity to explore her torso and the undersides of her breasts, rolling her firm nipples between my fingertips. “What about you?” I ask softly, smiling when I feel her breath hitch at my touch. “What fantasy haven’t you tried yet?”

  “What makes you think I’ve tried any of them?” She bites at my thumb as I lift a hand to trace her bottom lip.

  “I imagine you’ve tried them all.”

  She laughs under her breath. “You would think that.”

  “You haven’t?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Enlighten me, then.”

  Another dark, sexy laugh billows from her lips, and my cock stirs back to life, hardening against her ass. “Three men at once.”

  My hands still. My entire body goes rigid.

  “Christian?” Her head tilts slightly and she eyes me over her shoulder.

  “Three at once?”

  “Or four…” There’s that sultry laugh again. But I can’t enjoy it. Not now, after she’s just delivered the biggest bomb ever. It sends every hair on my neck standing up. My knuckles go white, tightening at my sides. Most men would jump for fucking joy at this news. Hell, they’d be scrolling their speed dial in ten seconds flat to call up their buddies, asking them to take up the challenge. But I’m not most men. I’m Christian Walker. And she’s Elise Duchamp.

  My Elise.

  “Or four,” I breathe, gaze frozen on the bathroom door.

  The bath water sloshes as Elise turns around, slipping her legs over mine to straddle me. Her hands land on my shoulders and her playfulness disappears. Confusion replaces it as she studies my face. “What’s wrong?”

  “What’s wrong?” I choke out her words as if they’re acid on my tongue.

  “Yeah, what’s the problem?”

  “I can’t…I just can’t.” I shake my head and blink, trying to expel the images of multiple men touching Elise at once. The knots in my stomach twist even tighter at the thought of me being in the same room, having to watch it all unfold.

  “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

  “I think I might.” My body tenses beneath her, and I know I’m losing it fast. I have to regain control. I have to keep my shit in check if I want her to stick around. If it’s anything I’ve heard about Elise Duchamp, aside from the fact that she’s an irresistible vixen, it’s that she’s a pro at running. She doesn’t do clingy, she rarely does repeats, and by her own admission, she doesn’t do romance. The fact that I’ve made it this far with her is a big fucking deal, and I refuse to blow it.

  Not now.

  I clear my throat and my mind spins, trying to think of ways to save my ass. I’m coming up short. I can’t just keep quiet about this. “Well, that’s out of the question. That won’t happen. Not with me.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “No one else touches you. Only me.”

  Her body shifts to move off my lap, but my hands clamp down on her thighs, holding her in place. “Let me go, Christian.”

  “Elise.”

  “No. Let me move. Now.”

  “Just wait a minute, will you?”

  “Plenty of men touch me. I say who touches me, not you.”

  “I understand that. I only meant when I’m around. When it’s you and me in the same room, if another man so much as looks in your direction, he’s fucking toast. It’s who I am, Elise. You should know that. You need to understand. I don’t share.”

  “I never asked you to.”

  “But you want this. I wish I could give it to you. I can’t.”

  A ripple of shock washes over me when her body relaxes. She watches me for a moment, her expression unreadable, then leans forward, bringing her lips to mine. Her breasts brush against me and I pull her closer, unable to resist crushing them to my chest. Even as her lips begin to explore mine in a seductive dance, I can’t close my eyes. I can’t stop watching her every move. It’s only when she pulls back to look at me that I’m able to blink.

  “Would you consider other women, instead of men?”

  A sharp twist slices at my lungs and I wince. I’ve been with more than one woman at once. It was a wild fucking ride and I loved every second of it. But they weren’t touching Elise. They weren’t caressing her body, skin to skin, mouth to mouth.

  A mischievous smile curls Elise’s lips and she glances down, tipping her clit against my straining erection. “Is that a yes?”

  “No.”

  “No?” Disbelief drops over her expression like a veil. “You’re out of your mind.”

  “I love watching women with other women.” The thought of it is clearly turning me on right now, in fact.

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “They’re not you.”

  Elise sighs in exasperation and sits back on her hands, sending the water sloshing around her torso. She’s in prime position to ride me, but I don’t make a move. I can’t. Not until we’ve cle
ared the air on this subject. “Help me understand this. What does that even mean?”

  “It means I don’t want anyone else touching you in front of me, male or female. It doesn’t matter. I don’t share.”

  “Well, you’re missing out,” she says, moving to rise to her feet. Much to my own surprise, I let her stand, watching as her glorious body ascends above me like a fallen angel returning to her heavenly lair.

  “Tell me about your tattoo,” I say, eyes dropping to her hips. I reach up, tracing the ink. She remains still as she stares down at me, and that blank, empty expression clouds her face, sending her far away from me. I don’t like it. “And get back down here. I’m not done with you yet.” My fingers lace with hers and she complies, turning and sitting back down against my chest again.

  “There’s not much to tell, really.”

  “Somehow I don’t buy that. Looks like a very deliberate piece of art to me.”

  “It’s personal.”

  “Okay, so tell me something personal.” I pull her earlobe through my teeth, letting my tongue skate along the edge. “Come on, it can’t hurt.”

  “It always does. Let’s change the subject. You promised to make me come on your lap in the bathtub. How about you make good on that one?”

  I pull back and brush my nose against the back of her neck. My body and mind love that idea, but something is beginning to nag at me, and I can’t ignore its tug. “Soon. First tell me about your ink.”

  “No can do, sorry.”

  “Then tell me something else about you.”

  “I’m here to fuck you, Christian. Not engage in pillow talk. Or tub talk. Whatever.”

  “Have you always wanted to be a waitress?”

  She huffs and squirms in my arms, shoulders tensing as I probe for information. “No, of course not.”

  “Some people like waiting tables.”