Free James, Elle Saint - Unbridled and Unridden [The Double Rider Men's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elle Saint James Page B

me get a replacement for my desk, and I’ll take you up there myself.”
    She called over to the front desk to let them know she’d rented the room for the next five days and had secured a deposit. Then she called her backup staffer, Gregory, to help her at the desk. He was ambitious, and always looking for ways to make himself look good for promotion.
    He came immediately, and she and Boyd left to go to the room. Since it was so close to her lunch hour, she asked if Greg would cover for the next hour and a half. He smiled and agreed readily.
    Boyd followed her to the express elevator made available solely to the patrons on the top floor.
    “This is one of the perks of the penthouse floor. No waiting in long lines for elevators or having to stop at each floor on the way up.” Jessica swiped a card, and they went straight up to the top floor without stopping. The smooth fast trip made butterflies swarm in her belly. Or perhaps it was Boyd’s alluring closeness.
    Once inside the elegant suite, Jessica made a point to show him the massive master bedroom with the oversized king bed and fabulous marble master bath.
    “There is only one bedroom in this suite. However, the sofa in the living room folds out into a queen bed if you need an additional place to sleep.” He nodded and gestured toward the outer room. Perhaps spending too much time in the master bedroom with the massive bed was a bad idea.
    Jessica strode quickly to the sofa. She whipped off the seat cushions to show him how it worked.
    She’d been very aware of his presence around her since they’d been in the lobby. She wanted to kiss him in the worst way, but seemed oddly embarrassed, since she’d had such an amazing night with Deacon. It seemed disloyal to have desire for his best friend, but Boyd stroked her libido much like Deacon did. He didn’t say anything or do anything, but she felt his nearness like an embrace.
    When he bent to help her fold the bed back into the sofa, their hands landed one on top of the other. His hand was over hers. The touch might as well have been a mating call. She pulled her hand away but didn’t lose contact. She put her palm on his arm and slid it all the way up to his shoulder. He put a hand gently on her waist, turned to face him, and before she could count to one, she was in his arms kissing him.
    He tightened his grip around her and promptly devoured her mouth. Jessica wasn’t sure what possessed her to want him so desperately, but she did.
    When she sank down to the surface of the unfolded sofa bed, Boyd seemed to come out of the sensual fog they were hung up in. He held her at arm’s length, seemingly trying to catch his breath.
    “That was extraordinary. But I don’t want to start something I can’t finish. At least not here.”
    “Come to my apartment with me,” she whispered.
    “Beg pardon?”
    “Please come to my apartment. It’s only one flight of stairs down from here. I made cookies for you.”
    “Did you now?” His slow grin made her heart pound hard in her chest. How could she want him so much after last night with Deacon? But she did.
    She nodded.
    “All right. Let’s put the bed back, and we’ll go to your apartment.”
    Less than five minutes later she opened the door to her place and led him inside. Sixteen hours ago, she’d led Deacon in here, and wild, wonderful sex had ensued.
    Before they even made it to the living room, Boyd grabbed her arm, pushed her against the wall next to the bentwood coat rack, and kissed her like he planned to start taking clothes off any minute. That was fine with her. He was aggressive, powerful, and her clit buzzed with a need so dire, she didn’t think they’d make it to her bedroom.
    His thigh pushed hard between her legs. Her belly quivered in unquenched desire. She opened her knees to allow it. Helpless in the wake of his devastatingly sexy kiss, Jessica started rubbing her hips forward and back along his thigh. The connection almost gave her