“Good, don’t let anyone else in,” she says.
Waylen blinks and rubs his eyes—is it really Leilani? She sways slightly in the doorway and then rushes across the dim room. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are wide and shiny, but there’s something unfocused about the way she looks at him. She drops onto his lap and rests a hot palm against his inner thigh. Desire stirs in his abdomen, but he forces himself to focus—who knows what she’s up to.
“Oh, Waylen,” she mumbles. “I’ve been drugged.”
Her words make his chest ache—desire, worry, longing, shame, and anger mix together. He wraps his arms around her, lifts her off his lap, and puts her on the sofa next to him, but she crawls back onto his lap.
“Waylen, I need you,” she whispers. “So badly.”
He feels stiff in his pants. He closes his eyes and leans away, but her smell still wraps around him, intoxicating as ever. It would be so easy to take her on the sofa, but he can’t—not if she only wants him because she’s been drugged.
“So what?” he asks, trying to keep his desire out of his voice.
“I need an antidote,” she says, reaching out and wrapping his tie around her small hand. “Be my antidote, will you?”
She pushes herself onto all fours and crawls into his lap. Their faces are just inches apart, and she leans in to kiss him. He turns his head away, and her lips land on his cheek. She giggles and starts to kiss down his jaw.
“What about Andrew?” he asks, pushing her head away. “Can’t he satisfy you?”
She presses her b.r.e.a.s.ts into his chest and wiggles around on his lap. Heat seems to roll off her body in waves, and her delicate white skin is flushed an enticing pink. He’s so hard it hurts, and he wonders how long he can control himself. If he doesn’t get rid of her quickly, he’ll take her and deal with the regret later.
“He’s too far away,” she slurs. “I need it now.”
Her words wash over him like ice water, and his heart becomes sore. I’m an idiot, he thinks. This isn’t about me, and she doesn’t want me. She’s drugged and looking for a man. If Andrew were here, she’d just as happily have him.
He pushes her away hard, and she slams into the opposite end of the sofa. She wrinkles her forehead and looked at him in confusion.
“I’ll go get Andrew for you,” he says. “It’ll only take a minute.”
“No,” she groans. “You know he can’t—he’s still hurt down there.”
She reaches for the gown’s zipper and starts to slide it down, revealing a lacy black bra. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but look at the perfect white orbs of her b.r.e.a.s.ts—her rosy n.i.p.p.l.es are visible through the sheer lace.
“F.u.c.k,” he groans.
He grabs her leg and pulls her toward him, pressing his body on top of hers. Her legs part and wrap around his waist, and she arches her back, ready for his invasion. He slides a hand up her waist and cups her perfect b.r.e.a.s.t in his hand.
“Would you go to him if you could?” he asks, slowly tracing her n.i.p.p.l.e with his finger.
She bites her lip and lets out a small, breathy m.o.a.n. He aches but forces himself to focus. I can’t take her if she’d rather have Andrew, he thinks. I can’t always be her second choice.
He pinches her and says, “Answer me.”
She shakes her head and reaches for the front of his pants, rubbing him through the fabric.
“Say it,” he groans. “I need you to say it.”
“I don’t want him—only you,” she whispers. “Please, let me have you.”
F.u.c.k, I need her, he thinks. He pulls away, and she groans in protest. He unbuttons his pants and starts to pull them down, but he looks down at her and freezes. She’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her eyes are fuzzy and glazed. She’s not in her right mind, he thinks. I can’t take her like this—she’ll hate me later.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, Waylen, I need you.”
Her small hands tear frantically at her dress, and her body thrashes from side to side, seeking relief. He grabs her hands and holds her down like she has an epileptic fit.
“Tinder,” he roars. “Get a f.u.c.k.i.n.g doctor in here.”
The hotel doctor comes and makes a quick inspection. He draws a small vial of blood and shakes his head.
“I won’t know for sure until I’ve tested her blood, but it’s pretty obvious she’s taken a powerful aphrodisiac,” he says.
“I know,” Waylen groans. “Give her the antidote.”
The doctor hesitates and says, “I could do that, but it can have really bad side-effects on pregnant women. I wouldn’t recommend risking it.”
“What about cold water?” Waylen asks.
“Unfortunately, she’s taken too much of the drug for that to work,” the doctor says. “There’s really only one solution here.”
Waylen closes his eyes and says, “But what if I hurt her—she’s pregnant after all.”
“You’ll just have to be gentle,” the doctor says.
Waylen nods and waves his hand to dismiss the doctor. Before he can open his eyes, he feels her lightweight on his lap and her hot lips on his neck.
“I want to,” she murmurs against his skin. “Come on, Waylen.”
Waylen lowers his head and bites her collarbone. She m.o.a.ns and wiggles on top of his lap, arching her back and thrusting her half-n.a.k.e.d b.r.e.a.s.ts forward. He reaches his hand under her dress, unbuttons his pants, and pulls his boxers down.
“If you want me, you can ride me yourself,” he whispers.
Her eyes widen, and she nods. She puts a delicate hand on the back of the sofa and lifts herself up, slowly sliding back down on his aching member. She feels even better than he remembers, and a groan escapes his lips.
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” he whispers. “This is how it’s meant to be.”
She slides all the way down and then rocks her h.i.p.s, grinding herself against him. With each movement, she m.o.a.ns, and he tangles one hand in her hair and watches her lovely face soften with pleasure. He slides his other hand up and down her body, exploring every curve.
She rocks her h.i.p.s faster and growls like a wild cat, leaning forward to kiss him. She crushes her lips against him and pulls at his bottom lip with her teeth until he feels bruised and sore. Her tongue slides into his mouth, tangling with his. And then she arches her back and screams.
She stops moving and leans exhausted and spent against his chest. Her delicate fingers trace the outlines of his face, and he can’t help himself. He’s still rock hard inside her. He pushes her back and takes control, thrusting deeply but gently.
“Say my name,” he says.
“Waylen,” she m.o.a.ns, scratching his back with her nails. “Oh, Waylen.”
“Beg me to f.u.c.k you,” he says, freezing mistrust.
“Please, Waylen, f.u.c.k me,” she m.o.a.ns.
The dirty words almost send him over the edge. He reaches over to the coffee table and ends the recording on his phone, before thrusting into her again. She m.o.a.ns and claws his back, and he feels his pleasure building. With her legs wrapped around his waist, they finish together.
He pulls out of her and leaves her on the sofa. He walks into the bathroom and runs the shower, cranking the heat as high as it can go. Standing under the steaming water, he closes his eyes and replays their lovemaking in his head. The mere memory makes him stiffen again.
Leilani waits until she hears the water running. Then she stands up and straightens her dress—the skirt is a little wrinkled, but it’s not too bad. She can say it happened while she was taking a nap. She brushes her fingers through her hair and pins it back on top of her head. Her cheeks are still flushed from the drug and the lovemaking, but it’s not too obvious.
She presses her ear to the hallway door and listens to see if anyone is passing by. She’s about to open the door when a loud shriek makes her freeze. She knocks quietly, hoping Robert is still on the other side. A double-tap answers her knock.
“Robert, what’s going on out there?” she whispers.
“There’s a huge group of people in the hallway,” Robert says. “They’re all standing outside the room you left an hour ago.”
Oh no, she thinks. Has it already been an hour? Andrew must be wondering where I am? Has he already realized I’m not in the hotel room?
“Is it safe for me to come out?” she asks.
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