Title: Hotel O
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Super Hot Erotic Romance
(stand alone)
Pleasure is business.That’s our motto here at Hotel O.
No strings attached gratification is what we provide.
Nothing is off limits.
Nothing is off limits.
And all of it stays within these walls.
My job as the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice.
Girlfriends are a liability I can’t afford.
So I get my own satisfaction somewhere else.
Online.
Anonymous.
Nothing beyond a one-night stand …
And I’ve found the perfect toy to play with.
A persistent, equally wicked girl that I can’t say no to.
The girl who’s going to make me risk it all.
Welcome to Hotel O … Enjoy your stay.
Author’s Note: Hotel O is complete and utter filthiness. Expect lots of debauchery … with multiple people. Please do not read if you’re easily offended or do not enjoy romances that explore the boundaries of depravity … Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
“On your knees,” he growls.
I do what he says, crawling off his lap as if I’m some kind of pet. A real kitten, sitting right there between his firm, muscular legs while he stares down at me with content in his eyes.
That … and a hint of hunger sparkling in his pupils.
I could stare at those eyes all day long.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
I’ve only seen him a couple of times, and most of the time, he was an asshole. I can’t fall head over heels with someone like him. Can’t let this be more than a game. Even if it’s a fucking delicious sexual game at that.
And I do like where it’s going when he brings his fingers to his mouth and takes a lick.
“Hmm …”
My whole body electrifies at the sound of his hum and his approval of my taste.
My eyes follow his hand as it trails down his shirt, where I wish he’d pull open the buttons so I could have a peek at those rippling muscles. Instead, he brings it down to his pants … and the rock-hard dick underneath.
He unzips and pulls it out.
My mouth salivates at the sight of his length. Delicious and right in front of me, it’s ready for the taking.
I lean forward, my mouth opening to take him in, but he holds it steady with his hand and says, “Don’t be greedy.”
I pause and inch back. “But I want to—”
He silences me with a finger on his lips and a soft, “Shh,” adding, “It’s my turn now.”
.
Then he slowly starts to strip. Just the top part of his suit, but one look at his gorgeous body makes me salivate. He throws down his shirt in a corner and stays put in the middle of the room, almost like a challenge.
I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop myself from touching him. My hand on his chest, sliding down his abs, every inch of rippling skin. I love how his chest rises and falls with each breath, getting a little more erratic as my hand goes lower and lower.
Until he tells me otherwise, I continue. I feel like he’s giving me permission while still watching me like a hawk.
I zip him down and lower his pants until his dick bounces up from the elastic band. Its firmness makes me want to lick it.
So I do.
I lower myself to my knees on the floor in front of him and open my mouth.
Taking him into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around his length. It bobs up and down, and a groan escapes his mouth.
Salty pre-cum drips onto my tongue.
Still, the door is not locked.
Anyone could come in at any moment.
Anyone could watch.
The thought alone makes me reach for my panties, and I start rubbing myself.
Judging from how his eyes lower to gaze at what I’m doing, he enjoys it too.
But he’s not pushing me. Not forcing my lips over his shaft. Not holding the back of my head to push me down to his base.
He lets me do what I want. Almost as if he’s curious to see where I’d take it.
I don’t mind showing him how committed I am to pure pleasure.
After all, why else would anyone come to this hotel if not to experience just that?
And since he doesn’t want a relationship, I might as well enjoy all the benefits for as long as they last.
As I suck him off, his dick grows harder and harder. Suddenly, the slider is pushed aside, and two eyes are visible. Someone is watching us.
My clit thumps in response.
I don’t stop licking him. His moans put me in a trance.
Until Declan suddenly pulls out.
With two fingers, he tips up my chin. “Do you want to know why the door isn’t locked?” he asks.
I nod. “So others can watch?”
A devilish grin spreads on his lips. “So others can join.”
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he's a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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