Beautiful Mistake
Just One Night
KYLA
My mind went blank.
“The bathroom,” I blurted.
I stepped away quickly, breaking the spell as he nodded in the direction of the facilities. I hurried away, my face burning as I rushed into the restroom.
I slumped against the door as soon as it closed behind me. I needed to get control and fast. This was not the way things were supposed to go. I was supposed to be at home in bed, not considering getting a room with a stranger.
I pulled out my phone.
Kyla
I can’t do this
Coleen
STOOOOOP!!!!
Coleen
😠
Coleen
u are fucking HOT
Coleen
and u deserve a man that appreciates that
Coleen
r u into this guy?
Kyla
yes but
Coleen
no buts
Coleen
the only BUTT i care about is Mr. Blue Eyes and him getting his handsome hands on yours
She had a point. Alden had never been that interested in my pleasure, and my mind had always been focused on work during our lackluster bedroom activities.
No wonder our relationship fell to pieces.
But Jensen wasn't asking me for a commitment. He wasn’t asking for anything more than one night of passion. Didn’t I deserve one night with a man who would worship my body without caring what came next? Did I even care what happened after tonight?
I suddenly realized I didn’t. For once I wasn’t thinking about planning the gala or proving my worth at the office. All I was thinking about was the man I’d left at the bar.
I stared into the mirror, and for the first time in a long time, I felt sexy. I felt a carnal desire to march back out there and pull Jensen’s mouth to mine, to abandon all pretense and give in to a night of passion.
Without a second thought, I stormed out of the bathroom and sashayed toward Jensen. He stood at the bar, swiveling toward me and watching me approach as his gaze heated, like he could read what was on my mind.
I pressed my body into his. “I want you.”
“I want you too,” he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine.
He closed the distance between us and kissed me. Nothing in my wildest fantasies could have prepared me for the way his lips felt.
I moaned, gently biting his lower lip as the kiss deepened. He cupped my cheek with one hand, the other gripping my hip tightly and pulling me into him.
There were no more pretenses. No more teasing or dancing around the topic. We were diving headfirst into our need for one another.
His ocean-blue eyes teemed with desire as he slowly pulled back. His thumb brushed along my jaw.
“Somewhere a little more private, perhaps?” he asked with a smile.
***
He pressed me against the back wall of the elevator as it carried us down to the next floor. I barely noticed the room we entered as he swiped a key card and pushed open the door, his lips still fused to mine.
I let out a hungry sound as he lifted me, my pencil skirt protesting as my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to the bed, laying me down and pulling his shirt over his head.
His body was sculpted, each muscle clearly defined as he bent to kiss me again. I couldn’t resist running my hand over those hard lines.
His fingers deftly undid the buttons on my blouse, tossing it away before he pulled down my skirt. I lay beneath him, feeling exposed in my lingerie as he stepped back, his eyes taking in every inch of me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered as he pulled me toward him.
Our bodies connected in a rush of heat, his lips gliding over my exposed skin and his day-old stubble rough as it brushed against my neck. His hands coasted along my body to my thong, pulling it slowly down and free of my legs.
I arched my back so he could release the clasp on my bra as my hands slid down his well-defined shoulders and around to the front of his belt.
“Off,” I demanded, tugging at his jeans.
He smiled, stepping back to undo the buckle and let them fall to the floor. Need pulsed between my legs as he draped his body over mine. I slid his boxer briefs off, freeing his hard cock as his fingers brushed against my wet center.
“Kyla,” he moaned.
***
My smartwatch buzzed as the alarm I’d forgotten to turn off last night went off, smashing through my lust-filled dreams. I reached blindly for it, my fingers brushing against a warm, solid body as I rolled over.
My eyes snapped open. Sunlight streamed through the suite’s window, highlighting the warm tones of the exposed-brick wall and the rich cognac of the leather sofa at the end of the bed.
I turned to my left, eyes widening as I took in Jensen’s stunningly handsome face. He was still asleep, nestled beside me in the cloud-like sheets.
Oh my god. I really did it. I actually slept with a man I just met.
Memories from last night flooded my mind as I tried my best not to panic. Jensen’s hands on my body. His mouth trailing kisses down my stomach until his tongue reached…
My cheeks flamed as I gently shook my head. We’d had sex several times, neither of us able to get enough of one another. It had easily been one of the best nights of my life.
I’d never experienced that kind of chemistry with a man before. Alden had never managed to bring me to climax, but Jensen? My body shivered in delight as flashbacks of my many orgasms echoed through me.
I didn’t know sex could be like that. It’s like he knew exactly how to touch me.
Jensen shifted in his sleep, and I froze. I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t risk him waking up.
This was just supposed to be a one-night stand, but somehow, I knew that if he woke up, he’d try to convince me to have breakfast together or get my number. Those weren’t the rules.
Gently as I could, I slipped out from between the covers and quickly got dressed. I stepped around a discarded condom wrapper. A flash of relief rushed through me.
Oh, thank god. That is definitely not in the plan right now. Not till I’ve reached the top of my career will I even think about kids.
I couldn’t find my underwear anywhere. I finally gave up looking for it and tip-toed toward the door with my purse and shoes in my hand.
I glanced back at the bed as I opened it, a small smile coming over me as I gazed at the gorgeous man still lying there. A bit of guilt flashed through me as his words from last night came back to me.
What if this could be the start of something more?
I turned, slipping out into the hall and closing the door as quietly as I could behind me. I didn’t have time for a relationship. Not now when I was this close to getting that promotion and reaching my goals.
Sliding my feet into my heels, I checked my reflection in the mirror across from the elevators. I did the best I could to fix my hair and makeup so it didn’t look like I was in the middle of a walk of shame.
I pushed the down button, waiting only a moment for the elevator to arrive. The doors opened to an older gentleman with green eyes and dark hair with streaks of gray through it. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
“Good morning, miss.”
“Morning,” I replied, trying not to blush as he stepped out and held the door for me.
“Have a lovely day,” he replied kindly as they slowly closed.
I slumped against the wall with a sigh, embarrassment warming my cheeks.
Oh my god. Does he know? Can he read it on my face?
I still couldn’t believe I’d actually played the game. It was so unlike me to be so uninhibited, but I’d also enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. Being with Jensen had felt natural, like we somehow already knew each other’s bodies. It had been absolutely fucking incredible.
How can two people who barely know each other connect so well?
A rush of heat flashed through me as I recalled the feel of his fingers, his tongue, his…
God, girl. Get it together.
As the elevator doors opened to the lobby, I felt myself smile for the first time in a long time. The girls had been right. Enjoying myself had been worth it. I felt like a new, more relaxed me. Like I could take on anything.
Maybe this really is the start of a whole new life. First thing Monday morning, I dive headfirst into work and get that promotion. I deserve it.
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