Chapter 1: The Arrangement
Patty stood in the dimly lit hotel suite, the city skyline glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a promise of chaos. Her crimson dress clung to her curves, the fabric daring anyone to look away. She wasn’t nervous—not even close. If anything, the heat pooling low in her belly was pure, unadulterated anticipation. She turned to Richard, her husband of ten years, who lounged on the velvet chaise with a glass of bourbon in hand, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.
“So, you’re really okay with this?” she asked, her voice a low purr, challenging him. “Watching me with another man? Not just any man, but *Daniel*—your oldest friend?”
Richard’s lips curled into a smirk, his gaze never wavering. “Hell, Patty, I orchestrated this. I want to see you lose it. I want to see you take everything he’s got and still look at me like I’m the only one who matters.”
She arched a brow, stepping closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood. “Oh, I’ll take it, alright. But don’t think for a second I’m doing this for you. I’ve been curious about Daniel’s cock for years. Tonight, I get to find out if the rumors are true.”
Richard chuckled, sipping his drink. “Good. I like it when you’re greedy. Just remember, I’m the one who gets to take you home.”
The door clicked open, and Daniel stepped in, all broad shoulders and quiet intensity. His tailored suit did little to hide the raw power beneath, and Patty’s pulse quickened as his eyes locked on hers. “Didn’t think you’d actually call,” he said, his voice a rough drawl, dripping with unspoken promises.
Patty smirked, crossing her arms, pushing her chest out just enough to make a point. “And miss the chance to see if you can keep up? Not a chance. Strip. Let’s see what I’m working with.”
Daniel’s grin was feral as he shrugged off his jacket, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt with deliberate slowness. “Bossy. I like that. But you’re gonna have to work for it, sweetheart.”
“Oh, I plan to,” she shot back, stepping closer, her fingers brushing his chest as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. “But don’t call me sweetheart unless you want me to bite.”
Richard’s voice cut through the tension, smooth and amused. “Careful, Dan. She’s not kidding. She’ll have you begging before you know it.”
Patty shot her husband a wicked glance over her shoulder. “Keep talking, Richard. I might just make you join in sooner than you planned.”
Daniel’s hands found her hips, pulling her flush against him, the hard length of him pressing through his slacks against her thigh. “Enough chit-chat,” he growled, his breath hot against her neck. “I’ve waited too damn long for this.”
She tilted her head back, lips parting as his mouth found the sensitive spot just below her ear. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin, the promise of what was coming. “Then stop wasting time,” she hissed, her voice thick with need. “I want you hard and ready, now.”
Her dress hit the floor in a whisper of fabric, leaving her in nothing but lace, her body a canvas of desire. Daniel’s hands roamed, rough and hungry, as he backed her toward the bed. Patty’s eyes flicked to Richard, who watched with a dark, approving nod. “Look at her, Dan,” Richard said, his voice low and commanding. “She’s already dripping for you. Don’t make her wait.”
Patty’s laugh was sharp, breathless, as she pushed Daniel onto the bed, straddling him with a predator’s grace. “I don’t wait for anyone,” she said, her fingers working his belt free, her gaze burning into his. “Let’s see if you can handle me.”
Her pussy ached as she freed him, the sight of his cock—thick and pulsing—making her wetter by the second. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “I’m gonna ride you until you’re sweating and panting, begging for mercy.”
Daniel groaned, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. “Bring it on, Patty. I’m already so fucking horny I can’t think straight.”
As she positioned herself above him, the air crackled with raw, electric need, the promise of an explosive release just moments away.
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