Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [143]
‘Certainly.’ A beat. ‘Uh . . . how about coming upstairs to my room and I’ll prove it to you.’
‘Will your girlfriend be there?’
‘My girlfriend’s long gone for the night.’
‘You’re sure?’
‘Oh yeah, I’m dead sure.’
She gave him a bold look. ‘Then what are we waiting for?’
He threw money on the table, stood up and offered her his hand. ‘Nothing I can think of,’ he said.
* * *
Lucky did not want Armand Jordan to be forewarned that she was on her way to pay him a visit. Surprise was the name of the game. A nice big fat surprise.
It wouldn’t be a physical confrontation, not like the time she’d visited an investor in one of the Santangelo hotels who’d refused to pay up. Ah yes, she’d visited him in the middle of the night while he was sleeping and held the cold steel of a knife next to his balls. The following day the money was forthcoming.
Lucky smiled at the memory. God, she’d been a wild one – and even though she was now a happily married woman with grown kids – deep down she was still a wild one.
Armand Jordan would soon find out. She’d warn him to stop shooting his mouth off about something that would never happen, and if he didn’t comply and she heard any more stories of him supposedly buying her hotel, then he too might experience the touch of cold steel on his precious balls.
* * *
The instant they hit the elevator it was on. Throwing Denver up against the wall, Bobby inserted his knee between her legs rendering her helpless, then he began kissing her, wild, hungry kisses to which she immediately responded.
He had her pinned, she couldn’t escape and since she had no desire to do so, it was fine with her. She kissed him back, loving the taste of his mouth, loving the feel of his body pressed tightly up against her. God! She loved everything about this man.
After a few moments he reached up, roughly ripping the top of her dress, exposing her breasts, then bending to suck and bite on her fully erect nipples.
The unexpected excitement of what was happening filled her with fire. His mouth on her breasts, his hard penis jammed against her. Completely forgetting where they were, and that a security camera was probably recording their every move, she quickly unzipped his pants and started caressing him. He felt so damn good.
The elevator was on the move, but neither of them cared.
Bobby’s hand crept up her thigh, reached her thong, and tore it off. Then he lifted her so that her long legs were clasped around his waist, and without stopping he began thrusting inside her.
Sex between them was usually passionate enough, but this was different, this was a sweaty, hot, crazy, out-of-body carnal experience.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened at a floor. Both of them heard the shocked gasp of a woman before Bobby leaned over and pressed the CLOSE button.
‘Maybe we shouldn’t be—’ Denver managed, before Bobby pressed his hand over her mouth to stop her talking. Then he fondled her breasts again, pushing them together, tweaking her nipples, all the while still thrusting into her.
She moaned with pleasure as the thrilling climb began. Nothing mattered except being there with Bobby. He was her soulmate. He was everything she’d ever wanted. She loved him desperately.
‘Oh . . . my . . . God!’ she cried out as she felt herself approaching orgasm. ‘This . . . is . . .’
‘Insane!’ Bobby yelled, finishing the sentence for her as he shuddered to a mind-blowing climax at exactly the same moment.
The elevator stopped again, the doors opened, and a group of elderly tourists from Florida peered in at them in stunned silence.
Quick as a flash, Bobby zipped up, took off his jacket and threw it around Denver’s shoulders, grabbed her hand and exited the elevator.
‘Honeymoon,’ he explained to the dumbstruck tourists. ‘Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.’
* * *
Without Billy by his side, Kev was getting nowhere fast. Every time he tried to chat up a girl, her eyes wandered, searching the room for a more likely prospect.
Until Ellie.
Ellie wasn’t his dream girl, although she was cute enough in her torn jeans,