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almost lost his balance, sauced as he was, when the elevator slowed and stop with a small jolt. He rocketed away from her just as the ding sounded overhead. A quick check at the car’s illuminated numbers told him they weren’t at the top floor yet. He cursed silently as the doors slid open.
    The man stepped on and Austin shuffled to the side of the small compartment, throwing an arm around Leah and bringing her with him until they stood hip to hip. He began ticking up the back of her dress again with his hand. Leah looked horrified but said nothing, nor moved away, out of reach.
    As the two of them stood at the back, the older man glanced over his shoulder and gave them a sheepish look. “The ice bins are only on every other floor.”
    Leah held her breath, apparently, but Austin nodded. “Thanks for the heads up,” he replied with a smile. “I’ve never been here before.” His hand slipped underneath her dress and cupped her bottom at that moment. “I’m glad I don’t have to waste time trying to find what I want.”
    They all rode up in silence, with Leah’s cheeks (possibly both sets) burning. Austin rubbed her lower set slowly, tracing a finger along the elastic that disappeared between her thighs. She didn’t move away. In fact, she didn’t move at all. His trapped little rabbit. This was the most fun he’d ever had hunting.
    They reached the top floor and exited the car, turning left where the man in search of ice headed right. Austin gave him a polite nod and then moved swiftly to his room, with Leah in tow.
    “Oh, my God!” she whispered fiercely. “We almost got caught! You are so, so bad!”
    Austin snorted as he swiped the plastic card. “You’re about to find out how bad.” As the door closed behind them, he tugged on her arm, just above the elbow. She turned, half-stumbled, and fell into his arms. He wrapped them around her as his lips finally— finally —touched hers again. He dipped his tongue into her mouth and she obliged, parting her lips for him. Almost to the bed now, he reached for the zipper on the back of her dress but she stopped him quickly. “Oh, don’t do that.”
    Austin leaned back, looking down at her quizzically. Was she changing her mind? God he hoped not. “Don’t take off your clothes?”
    “Um…” She bit her lip and looked up at him. “Let’s not do it that way.”
    Austin cocked his head to the side and grinned at her, amused. “I’m always up for learning new tricks. How do you propose we have sex with our clothes on, darlin’?”
    “Not all our clothes,” she said quickly. “Leave your boots on.”
    “Oh, now that sounds…interesting.” He didn’t know what game she was playing but he knew he’d win, whatever it was. He moved in suddenly, placing his hands on her hips, and pushed her back against the hotel room wall and lifting her to her toes. “So, like this, huh?” he asked, pressing his jean-clad erection right into the cleft between her thighs.
    She gasped.
    “A slow, comfortable screw up against a wall, huh?” he murmured in her ear as he gripped her thighs. “If I weren’t already so fucking drunk, I’d call downstairs and order us a round of them.” He set her down on the floor and sank to his knees in front of her where he pulled down her panties and let them drop. He placed his hands just above her knees and squeezed. “Lift your dress for me again.”
    “Oh, god,” she protested but reached down anyway.
    “Lift it high,” he ordered and waited patiently. “If I can’t look at those tits, I’m going to look at your pussy.”
    She giggled and tugged at the hem. The fabric slid over her thighs like a curtain. He was certainly ready for a show. “Nice,” he growled approvingly as she revealed a thatch of soft curls, neatly trimmed. “A real blonde.”
    “I think you’re the devil.”
    “Well, I am very horny.”
    It was a terrible joke but they both laughed, anyway. The whiskey gave the room (and the girl) a nice,