Angel

EVIE

Once I unbuckled Tony’s belt and got that huge, elegant cock free from his jeans, I couldn’t think of anything else. “Fuck me,” I commanded.

My heels scraped against the tile as he whirled me around and hoisted my bodycon gown up to my waist. I shivered as the cold air hit my exposed skin, but Tony was about to warm me up.

Though he was behind me, I could see everything reflected in the vast golden mirror. He scanned the tiny mesh triangle of my thong, and then his eyes trailed higher.

“‘His angel?’ What does that mean?” he asked with furrowed brows.

~Fuck.~

Now I knew what he was studying…my tramp stamp. The words “His angel” were scrawled vertically across my lower back in teeny black cursive letters, centered between two tar-colored wings. I’d never expected another man to see them. How embarrassing.

“I got the tattoo for my ex,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey…,” he murmured, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “Don’t be.”

Sexy, giving, ~and~ understanding? Man, did I hit the jackpot tonight or what?

“Besides”—he rubbed my tattoo with his thumb—“you’re ~my~ angel for the night.”

He dipped out of sight, palming my shin, and lifted my right foot off the floor to slip off my shoe. I felt briefly lopsided on a single six-inch heel until he repeated the process on the left, and I sank to the floor in bare feet.

It was a good thing I’d had a mani-pedi recently; otherwise, I’d be insecure about him being down there so close to my toes.

“The green polish looks good on you,” he said as he materialized back in the mirror. “It matches your eyes.”

With all the passion of the evening, I couldn’t believe he’d had any time to notice the color of my eyes, let alone my nail polish.

“I would’ve figured you’d want me to keep the heels on,” I said.

He smirked. “I think you’re about to have enough inches added, don’t you?”

I cocked a brow. “Fair enough.”

Tony pulled my panties aside yet again as I bent forward over the sink in anticipation. He pressed himself between my thighs, easing inside me.

I gasped, clawing at the granite, my eyes rolling closed. The cool marble under my forearms made my hairs stand on end as Tony granted me another couple of inches. His intermittent, low groans showed he was already basking in the sensation.

When he was buried to the hilt, his fingers snuck under the waistline of my thong, curling into the flesh of my hips.

Every time his shaft dipped tenderly into me, I felt my breath punch out of me. I still couldn’t believe I was doing something so reckless, but it felt so good that I couldn’t regret it.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, but…” I seized one of his hands, guiding it into the front of my underwear.

He grinned deviously. My gaze dipped from his mouth to his jaw, sharp enough to cut glass. Then his fingers started stroking my clit, and I let my eyes fall closed.

“Now it’s perfect,” I moaned.

“I love a woman who knows what she wants,” he said.

~And I love a man who’s willing to give it to me.~

After another minute of slow, easy thrusts as his fingers worked their magic, his hips sped up. My jaw went slack, my eyes watering with pleasure at the faster rhythm.

He gazed at me, seeming pleased at the evidence of my enjoyment as he slammed in and out. Then he pulled his hand from my panties, tearing my thin black straps from my shoulders and shoving my bra down to expose my breasts.

I enjoyed the sight of myself nearly nude in the mirror, boobs bouncing with every punch of his lengthy cock.

“Now you look like an angel,” he said, chest heaving with the exertion. He peered at my tits in the mirror as he plunged his fingers back against my bud where they belonged.

I’d felt like complete shit about my tattoo ever since my husband had told me he wanted a divorce. That single word from Tony’s lips, “angel,” briefly called all the regret to the surface.

It had been stupid of me to permanently mark my body for someone who didn’t deserve it. I hoped to have enough spare cash to remove the painful reminder one day. Yet somehow, this stranger was making the burden of shame a little lighter.

Maybe for tonight, and tonight only, I could be Tony’s “angel.” That word could belong to Tony instead of my ex. It could mean something new.

Tony’s dark-gray T-shirt concealed half of his biceps, but I loved watching them flex as he tugged my ass against him. With every scream-worthy slam, he kept up his circling on my folds, bringing me inexorably closer to my orgasm.

His available palm shot into my curls to clutch a handful of hair at my scalp and tilt my head back. My chestnut-brown strands looked good cinched in his knuckles.

“God, you’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked,” Tony grumbled.

I smirked. “Only then, huh?”

“You know what I mean.”

~I do. And I love a good compliment during sex.~

“Cum for me,” he demanded.

As the clapping of skin against skin became louder, I wavered on the edge of bliss. The fronts of my thighs beat against the front of the counter. His balls ruthlessly slapped against me as he hammered my pussy.

I didn’t think I’d ever been fucked this hard or this good. I was loving every inch of this man.

“There ya go, Holly,” he huffed. My eyes rolled in ecstasy. “Come on, angel.”

Moans rushed from my lungs as pleasure swelled in waves. I hadn’t cum this hard in ages. As the orgasm passed and my knees turned to Jello, Tony suddenly groaned, slowing his pace, drenched in a riptide of his own.

Our blended, orgasmic cries petered out as we surfed our way back to reality.

He pulled out, leaving me feeling a little hollow as he passed me a few paper towels to clean myself up. Then he knelt to grab his boxers and jeans.

I wiped away the remnants of our act, and I couldn’t help but peek at his ass before his shorts covered it. I was definitely glad I’d strayed onto the naughty list this year. It was nearly a shame I’d never look at ~those~ muscles again.

Shaking off the thought, I straightened my dress and slipped back into my heels. Once I was presentable, Tony handed over my coat, and I wasted no time throwing it on.

“~You~, my little angel”—he clung to my waist, leaning to steal one last kiss—“just gave me one ~Holly~ Jolly Christmas.”

“Clever,” I said with a chuckle.

Even though our rendezvous was over, I still felt a swoop in my gut as he pulled me into another kiss, the taste of alcohol and lust lingering on our lips.

I’d never felt like this when Greg kissed me. That would make me sad if I thought about it too hard. But hey, it was probably just because Tony was a stranger—and deep down, I knew I shouldn’t be making out with him.

It was just the thrill. A thrill I’d quickly learn to live without, because this was never happening again.

Right?

When Tony pulled back from my mouth, he swiped a Kleenex from the box on the counter and a pen from his pants pocket. He scribbled ten digits before closing the pen with a click and stuffing it back into his jeans.

“If you ever need someone to keep those legs warm again”—Tony handed over his phone number, eyeing me thirstily—“call me.”

~Oof. What a bad idea.~

I accepted the Kleenex, already knowing I’d have to throw it away. There was no way I could keep that kind of temptation around. Sleeping with a sexy stranger in a bathroom once was a fling, but no way was I ready to date, or even start a fuck buddy situation.

Tony grinned at me and spun for the exit, leaving me to collapse backward against the sink. I wouldn’t be calling him. No way. Seriously, I wouldn’t.

But even so, I enjoyed watching him walk away.