Cade shouldn't have been surprised when he saw Vinnie with a half naked bimbo. Maybe the bigger shock was the thug at The Copley. It wasn't exactly his side of town. Vinnie preferred backrooms and being in control of women. Truthfully most of it was speculation on Cade's part. Both he and Leigh knew whatever his connections his businesses weren't all legit. Meanwhile Brenda took his gifts and emotional abuse and didn't seem to care.

Cade walked over to the couple and said, "Hey, Vinnie, where's your wife? Locked up?"

"This is a business meeting. Right, honey?"

"Right, Vinnie."

Cade was pretty sure she charged by the hour or the service. It was all degrading, as he told himself whatever happened with Meg would be different. How did he get lucky enough to meet the interesting beauty?

Maybe he shouldn't have been truthful with her about Vinnie and the skank. Being in the same room as his stepfather made his skin crawl. After he asked if she wanted to go upstairs, he added, "No pressure."

She stood. "If it'll take your frown away. I like your smile."

He automatically smiled as they walked to the elevators without passing Vinnie. With Meg pressed to his side, he forgot all about his family troubles. Once in his room, he felt a little awkward.

"The minibar is stocked."

She shook her head. "I don't want a hangover."

They looked at each other. Suddenly, he had forgotten how to make a move. "I really want you to stay the night. Will you?"

She bit her lip and nodded shyly. Her vulnerability was extra sexy. Even in her tight dress, she was the girl next door, although the neighborhood was a hell of a lot nicer than the middle class one Cade grew up in.

He smiled. "Come sit." He motioned to a sofa in his mini suite.

"This is a pricey room for an artist."

He paused. "I recently came into some money."

She laughed. "That sounds fishy."

He looked into her soul. "I promise it was completely legal. I don't jaywalk."

"Or kill bugs."

He laughed. "See you know me."

Before she could respond he captured her lips with his. Needing to taste, his tongue probed, and she opened up to him. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and his fingers longed to explore. His hand ran from her neck down her back. He skimmed her round ass and stopped when they reach skin. The edge of her dress on her soft velvet thigh was only a few inches from her heat. Like a moth to flame, his fingers were lured towards the hem. In surprising control, he stopped before he reached the fabric. With one hand on her thigh and their mouths tangling together, his other hand brushed against her breast. When she moaned, his dick hardened enough to make his jeans uncomfortable.

He moved his hands up to her neck and pulled down her zipper an inch. "Tell me to stop." She put her lips back on his. He gently disengaged. "That wasn't a stop."

As he gently pulled down her zipper and let the dress fall off her shoulders to reveal a sexy lace bra, her skin blushed.

He kissed his way from her neck to the vee between the overfull lace cups. "Did you wear this under your proper dress earlier?" The thought was fucking orgasmic. He wished he was unwrapping the dress she wore when they met in the lobby.

"Don't tell my mother."

Suddenly, he wanted to meet her parents to tell them he cared for their daughter. He barely knew her, but felt like he was falling. Lust or love, both felt amazing.

He couldn't keep from exploring her breasts with his hands and mouth. Her scent filled him. Before he went too far, he pleaded. "Tell me to stop!"

Her eyes were dark with arousal. "Do you have...?"

"Yeah." Hopefully they hadn't expired. It had been a while since his last hookup. He had packed the box in his travel toiletry kit.

"I want this with you."

Feeling subconscious, he asked, "Why me?"

"Fate. Your hot body. You don't kill bugs. All the above."

He smirked. "You should know I. Am. Totally. In. Lust with you."

She let out a breath and laughed. "I think it's mutual."

He swallowed nothing in his dry mouth. "Do you want to move off this uncomfortable sofa?"

She nodded slowly. As he pulled her to her feet, her dress fell to the floor, and he sucked in air. His eyes caressed her perfect body.

Pointing to the bulge in his jeans, she giggled. "Does that hurt?"

He looked down and laughed. Instead of loosening his belt, he pulled his shirt over his head to avoid the image of his shirttail hanging over his tight boxers.

She reached for his belt. "I can help."

Once again, he sucked in air trying to maintain control. Her fingertips were painted a muted pink. The feminine hand on his hard buckle was a precursor to what he hoped would come next. After the loud zip of his zipper, his jeans fell down his hips. He pushed them to reveal his erection pressing against stretchy fabric covering it.

He pulled her into his arms after he stepped out of his pants. Skin to skin, he pressed his manhood into her. As the kiss continued he easily lifted her off the ground. She surprised him by wrapping her legs around his hips. When he reached the bed, he lowered her, but she still clung to him. The position was right, but he was overdressed and underdressed. Even though he hadn't touched her, he expected her body to be ready. Easing off her onto his side, he slipped his hand under the lace covering her hot mound. Slick. His fingers slid easily. As she bit her lip, he continued touching her with a rhythm which caused her to move with him.

She let out a loud, "Yes!"

He watched her face as she came. If his balls didn't ache, he would easily stop there. As she panted, he stood and took a sip of water before retrieving the box of condoms. Purring like a kitten, she smiled, and he suspected one wouldn't be enough.

Returning to the bed, his able fingers released the hooks on her bra exposing her beauty. Again he tasted each nipple and froze when her delicate fingers reached inside his boxers.

"Let me take them off." Swiftly he shed the pants and moaned as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. "How do you want me, birthday girl?"

Neither corrected that it was after midnight. To his surprise, she wiggled out of  her lace panties, the last garment between them, and straddled him. "Let me." She rolled on the condom.

When she moved on top of him and let him sink into her tightness, he felt a need to protect her he had never felt before. It felt like love, but it seemed preposterous. They had just met, but the connection in the lobby was strong. Was it fate? Were they meant to be together?

She moved over him until she fell onto his chest panting, somehow he held back until he felt her come.

Breathless, he said, "You are beautiful." He pulled her into his arms even though he had to get up.

With a second condom in the trash, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Knocking woke him with a start. "Stay here." He covered her and stumbled for his boxers and jeans. With the fly still open, he answered because the knocking hadn't stopped.

Men flashing badges glared at him. "There has been an incident in the hotel. We're checking IDs."

He turned to Meg, who looked alarmed. "We need privacy."

"Why don't you get your ID and come with us while the lady has privacy."

Meg shrugged. After he pulled on his shirt and grabbed his wallet, he expected to show his license in the hall, but they led him to the elevator. When they reached the lobby, uniformed and plainclothes cops swarmed the place.

"Sit." The guy never looked at his license. "Tell me where you were tonight, Mr. Maloney."

His gut clenched. They knew his name. There were no other half dressed guests being questioned.

"I went to dinner with friends and then a club."

"Why are you here in this hotel?"

"I sold my condo. Why are you asking me these questions?"

"Who is the woman?"

"Meg."

"Meg, who?"

"I don't know. We met at the club." Worried about surveillance, he shook his head. "We bumped into each other here and then again at the club."

"What's her last name?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. Can I go back to bed?" To Meg.

"Not likely."

"Why?"

"Because you are being detained on suspicion of murder."

"Murder? Are you kidding? I don't kill bugs."

"This isn't a laughing matter."

"I'm not laughing, but you have the wrong guy."

"I've heard that before."

"What's your evidence?" He and Leigh watched crime dramas. Leigh. "I need my lawyer." She would tell him to stay silent.

Like a bad movie, the guy said, "You can call your lawyer from the station."

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