She walks into the hotel bar like she owns the place. Black heels clicking softly on the marble floor. A short black skirt hugging her hips, the hem riding up just enough to tease the toned curve of her thigh. A crisp white shirt tucked in neatly, but the top buttons are undone, offering a clear glimpse of red lace beneath. Full, round, and spilling just slightly over the delicate edge of the bra.

My mouth goes dry.

She slides onto a barstool, crossing her legs with slow precision. The slit in her skirt opens, exposing smooth skin all the way up to mid-thigh. He sits beside her, a tall man in a tailored navy suit. His hand rests casually on her knee, his thumb stroking the inside of her leg. Her eyes catch mine across the room, and when she smiles, just a small curl of her lips, I feel it hit me low in my stomach.

I watch as her boyfriend leans in, his mouth close to her ear. Her smile deepens. She sips her drink slowly, the rim of the glass touching those soft, red lips. Her eyes flick to me again over the rim. A deliberate invitation.

I take my drink and cross the room. He looks up as I approach, his gaze calm but assessing. I sit on the stool next to her, letting my knee brush against her leg.

“Looks like you could use some company,” I say.

Her lips part slightly. She tilts her head toward me, and I can see the soft rise of her chest beneath the open collar of her shirt. The red lace peeks through. Perfect.

Her boyfriend’s eyes narrow slightly, but there’s no tension in his body. Just quiet curiosity. He leans back, draping his arm along the back of her chair. Her hand grazes my thigh beneath the bar, soft fingertips teasing the fabric of my pants.

I lean toward her, my mouth close to her ear. “I have a suite upstairs.”

She laughs softly, a low sound that slides under my skin. She turns toward her boyfriend, her fingers trailing slowly along his jaw. He holds her gaze for a moment, then looks at me. A long, weighted silence passes between us before he nods once.

My pulse spikes.

We step into the elevator. Her boyfriend stands behind her, his hands on her waist. Her back presses into his chest, and I watch his hands slide down her hips. The hem of her skirt rides up just enough to expose the edge of her stocking.

My hand slides down her arm, brushing her fingers. She threads them through mine, guiding my hand higher along her thigh. Her breath hitches. His mouth presses to her neck, and I watch her body respond, a shiver running through her as his hands slide beneath the fabric of her skirt.

When the elevator doors open, we step into the suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city lights below. She walks toward the window, standing in the glow of the city. Her white shirt clings to her chest, the outline of her red lace bra teasing through the thin fabric. My eyes follow the line of her back down to the perfect curve of her ass beneath the black skirt.

Her boyfriend steps behind her, his hands sliding beneath her shirt, pushing it up to reveal the red lace. I cross the room and stand in front of her. Her breath catches as I trail my hand up her thigh, beneath the skirt, feeling the heat of her skin.

Her eyes flutter closed as I slide the shirt off her shoulders. The red lace bra is barely holding her in. Full, round, and perfect. My hands move over her skin, tracing the soft curves of her breasts. Her boyfriend watches, his mouth slightly parted as I slip my hands behind her back and undo the clasp. The red lace falls away, and she lets out a breathless sound as my mouth trails down the line of her throat.

He steps behind her, his hands sliding over her bare waist as I take her nipple between my fingers. Her body arches, pressing toward me. His hand slides beneath her skirt, tugging it up higher. My mouth moves down, closing around the soft skin of her breast as his fingers slide between her legs.

She gasps, her hands digging into my shoulders as her boyfriend’s fingers tease her open. I lift her onto the bed, sliding the skirt down her legs. She’s breathing fast now, her thighs parting beneath my hands. He kneels behind her, his mouth grazing the back of her neck.

Her eyes open, finding mine as I slip her underwear off. My fingers trace the inside of her thigh, and I feel her body tremble beneath my touch. He holds her waist, guiding her hips toward me. I watch her face as my fingers slide inside her, her lips parting in a soft moan.

Her boyfriend’s hand covers mine, pressing my fingers deeper. Her breath catches, her body shaking as we push her together, teasing her, unraveling her. Her eyes close, her mouth falling open as pleasure washes through her in long, trembling waves.

When it’s over, she collapses between us, breathless and glowing. He kisses her shoulder while I brush her hair back from her face. Outside the window, the city stretches out in quiet, glittering light.

Her eyes open slowly, and she smiles. “Round two?”

I grin. “Absolutely.”