"I would leave you to get ready." running his hand over the material. "But you should know before the night is over I am going to fuck you. We are going to rock the bed and shake the walls with pleasure."
Darryl closed in the gap, my hands unsteady. "Adela, please note. That I am going to fuck you hard until you beg me to stop and then I'm going to fuck you even harder."
I drop the fabric in my hand, trying to control my rushed breath, but my chest was heaving and my body physically shaking. The corner of his mouth quirks up with amusement, turning on his heels, he walked out the room.
The warm shower did nothing to settle my nerves, thankful I had this alone time. Bastard knew exactly the kind of effect he have on me, running a soapy hand over my body.
Stepping out the shower I dried myself. Slipping on a sexy black lacy knickers, I get ready.
Forty five minutes later, I was hanging onto Darryl's arm walking into the open space of the lobby that was already filled with over two hundred people. The cold breeze from the air conditioning caressed my shoulders. My nipples beaded tight and goose bumps raced across my skin.
He takes a step back and with slow deliberation he looks me up and down. His inspection seem to last for hours, though it was only seconds. I looked past him rooted on the spot, at the buffet tables filled with crystal bowls of red wine, champagne bottles. Soups, pastas of every kind. Platters of sliced meats and cheeses. Freshly made bread, salads.