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SIENNA BENNETT
Ahsan paid for a room, and we entered the elevator to the sixteenth floor. I was his for the night. I didn’t exactly know what that meant, but telling by the way, his hand hadn’t left my waist since we’d stepped inside the metal box, I was sure I was bound to find out. We stood close, our fragrances mingling—my airy perfume with the scent of his expensive-smelling cologne. The elevator slowed, and the doors cracked open. We lingered for a second, my heartbeat suspended.
His thumb brushed the small of my back. “Let’s go.”
I gasped the moment I stepped into the room. I’d never been in anything so lavish. The walls were champagne-colored and ornamented with gold mirrors. The king bed in the center of the room was adorned with crisp white sheets with a thread count I couldn’t wait to feel against my skin. The vaulted ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a breathtaking view of the neon-lit Vegas Strip.
“This view is everything.”
“You ever been in a room this nice before?” he inquired.
“No. Never. But I’m sure you do shit like this all the time.”
“I rarely visit hotels,” he answered.
His response triggered another question in my brain. “You ever done this before?”
“What? Pick up a beautiful woman in a bar?”
“Pay her,” I clarified.
“No. You?”
“You want the truth?”
“Nothing but,” he said while sliding off his tuxedo jacket.
“It’s my first time, too. Not the fucking, just the money part,” I clarified. “And Bella isn’t my real name. It’s my stage name.”
“What’s your real name?”
“Sienna.”
He studied me hard as if trying to read my innermost thoughts. “Any more secrets you wanna share, Sienna?”
I swung my head to the left. “No.”
“Good. Anything you wanna know about me?”
I hesitated. “Do you have a wife or girlfriend?”
“After what I’ve just paid you, do you care?”
“Not really.”
“Good.”
My breath hitched as he pulled me close. I leaned into his touch, my eyes closing briefly, savoring our electric connection. His lips brushed mine, and in that stolen breath, I surrendered to the mystery behind his eyes and the magic of the night.
“Let me go freshen up. I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later, I stepped out wearing a matching red bra and panty set that accentuated my slender stomach and petite curves. The four-inch heels on my feet elongated my height as I sauntered over to him. Ahsan’s eyes caught mine as he sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, legs spread wide. When our gazes collided, it was as if the room blurred for a second.
I stood between his legs, feeling completely in control as if I were at the club giving a private dance. I swayed my hips, letting them sing the hypnotizing tune that made a nigga feel like he was the only one in the room. I knew how to make a nigga dream a little dream of me, at least for the duration of a song. Our unwavering eye contact was a silent conversation within itself. It was a dance of curiosity and lust that kept my undivided attention. I reached out to wrap my hands around his neck while straddling him. I gently started gyrating my hips against him while peppering soft kisses against his neck.
I was intoxicated by the faint aroma of expensive cologne against his skin. He slid his hands down the small of my back, stopping underneath my ass before he kissed me. Feeling Ahsan’s soft lips against mine didn’t unlock a new level of physical connection between us, but an emotional one that vibrated throughout my entire body. I unbuttoned his dress shirt while he massaged my hips and ass. A moan slipped past my lips the minute I felt him slip my panties to the side.
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