Birmingham’s city lights flickered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the five-star hotel. You had just wrapped up a long day of location scouting, the exhaustion barely touching you as the excitement for the evening ahead simmered beneath the surface.
Your phone buzzed. A message.
“We’re here. Sitting by the bar. She’s eager to meet you.”
You adjusted your blazer, smirking at your reflection in the mirror before stepping out of your suite and heading down to the bar.
The dim lighting cast golden hues over the polished marble bar, and as you scanned the room, your gaze landed on them. He was tall, confident, sipping a glass of whiskey with a knowing smirk. But your eyes were drawn to her—legs crossed elegantly, a dress that hugged every curve, and lips painted a sinful shade of red. She stirred her drink slowly, eyes locking onto yours as if she had already undressed you in her mind.
You approached, exchanging pleasantries laced with innuendo. The conversation flowed effortlessly—flirting, teasing, subtle touches that sent heat coursing through your veins. He leaned in, whispering into her ear, and she bit her lip before turning her attention back to you.
“Shall we take this somewhere more… private?”
The elevator ride was thick with tension. She stood between you and her husband, fingers grazing over your wrist, her perfume intoxicating. The moment the doors slid shut, she turned to face you, inches away, her breath warm against your neck.
The suite door barely closed before the first kiss landed—hungry, desperate. Her hands worked at your shirt, nails dragging across your chest as her husband watched, a satisfied grin on his face.
What followed was a night of indulgence—heat, passion, and the complete surrender of control to pleasure. The city outside never slept, but for those hours, the only world that existed was the one within the walls of your suite. |
