Release Date: May 1, 2018
That’s our motto here at Hotel O.
No strings attached gratification is what we provide. 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.
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.
Her hands move up along her back and clip off the bra.
When that too tumbles to the floor, my eyes focus on her nipples that tighten as I stare. Her face isn’t red anymore like before. She looks confident, completely at ease. Like she’s not at all afraid of what I’m going to say … as if she already knows I like what I see.
Not soon after her panties follow, and I’m finding myself getting a hard-on just watching her stand still in the middle of my office, completely naked and ready to bend to my will.
But this girl isn’t here for me, she’s here for my clients.
At least … that’s what she wants me to think. But I’m still not convinced.
“Turn,” I say, swirling my finger in the air.
Her hips sway as she spins on her heels, her thick ass pushing all the right buttons. She’d be a great performer. Definitely.
But there is something about her. Something that I can’t let go.
Defiance. It seeps through everything she does. The way she walks, how she struts, the way she looks at me with that intent gaze, as if she’s waiting for my reaction and it never comes.
Too tough to say no to … but I’m going to have to make the call based on what I know my clients need right now. And this isn’t it.
“Pass,” I say.
She stays put, the look on her face rapidly changing from confusion to annoyance. “What?”
“It’s a no from me,” I say. “Put your clothes back on.”
She parts her lips, but again no words flow. Then she slams it shut again and silently picks up her things. No matter how many times I try to divert my eyes back to my laptop so I can continue finishing work, I keep glancing at her as she puts her clothes back on. For some reason I’m agitated, but I have no clue why. The whole room is oozing with an uncomfortable silence, and I don’t like it one bit.
As she walks towards the door, I get up. Something compels me to say, “Wait.”
What that something is eludes me, but I can’t allow her to leave.
She stops in her tracks, still facing away from me, as if my voice was the only thing that made her stay.
I step away from my desk and approach her, narrowing my eyes to get a good look. There’s something about her … about her body, her voice, her eyes … and I need to know …
“Put your hair up,” I command.
Her hand wraps around her brown hair and tugs it up into a ponytail.
I don’t even need to see her face to know …
I place a hand on her shoulder and lean in. A grin spreads across my lips as a rumbling noise leaves my throat. “I know it’s you … Kitten …”
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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