Father In Law

Chapter 22

Anthony takes a water bottle and I watch as his tatted hand flexes when he cracks open the bottle and Adam's apple bob as he gulps. He downs the entire thing and crushes the bottle after the water is gone. I imagine what that hand would look like circling my throat.

My hand involuntarily goes to my throat and I blush. Anthony's nostrils flare and his fists clench.

"I can smell your cunt."

I gasp. "You're crazy."

I can't believe his audacity. He's not wrong, but still. He doesn't have to point it out. I glance at his slacks and my eyes widen. His erection looks obscene.

How would it be if I just straddled his hips and gyrated against that? I cross my legs and immediately slam my thoughts to a halt. This perverted woman isn't who I am. I've never been so desperate for a man and I'm not going to start now.

Thankfully, the car stops in front of my hotel and I waste no time in getting out, but to my dismay, Anthony gets out too.

"I'm fine now. You can go on your way."

He buttons up his blazer and looks at me.
"This is my way. I'm staying here too."

"You've got to be kidding me." I groan. Him being in the same hotel as me? It'll be the only thing I can think about.

"Could you not stay at another hotel?"

"I've already made my reservations here. I don't see why I should relocate myself."

I force myself not to be rude.
"Whatever. You stay in your room. Don't think about knocking on mine."

His lips lift up into the smallest of smirks. The afternoon sun casts a shine over his silver strands. If anything, Anthony Crosswalk is the definition of silver fox. He gives off Daddy vibes. Strong, authoritative, confident, demanding, self-assured, thoughtful, slightly arrogant, and responsible.

I follow him into the hotel and notice he's carrying my suitcase along with his. One thing I realized about Anthony is that he's humble. He doesn't flaunt his wealth or treat people like they're inferior to him. And that, in my eyes, makes him the most superior. He could have made his driver or the hotel concierge carry the stuff, but he's not. He doesn't like to depend on others for what he can do himself.

The receptionist is a pretty brunette who flashes Anthony a bright smile. It's so dazzling, that even I'm dazzled. She barely spares me a glance. I'm quick to wrap my hand around Anthony's arm, making sure my wedding ring glints under the fluorescent lights of the hotel.

Her smile falters. I tell myself the reason for my behavior is to help Anthony ward off unnecessary attention.

I do a double take when I catch Anthony hiding a small smile behind his hand. Again, the warm feeling is back in my chest, dripping down like sickly sweet honey.

"Anthony Crosswalk."

The receptionist types into her computer and her face lights up again.

"Yes, the penthouse suite. Reserved for Anthony and Charlotte Crosswalk."

"What?" My voice comes out as a squeak.

His hand comes over my hand on his arm and squeezes. The warmth of his hands seeps through my skin and I remain quiet...for now.

"Alright. Here are your keycards and Ralph will show you the way."

A burly man comes to take our luggage and leads us to the elevator. Once the elevator stops on the eleventh floor and Ralph puts our luggage inside the room and leaves, I explode.

"What is the meaning of this? I already booked a room for myself. I'm going to stay there."

Before I can make a move, Anthony has me pinned against the wall.

"Keep being bratty Charlotte. I dare you. It just turns me on."

He presses his erection into my pussy and my back arches. My teeth sink into my lower lip. Who is this Anthony?

We're nose to nose now. His eyes bore into mine and mine bore into his. Our lips are a hairsbreadth away from one another. I want to feel his lips on mine. I don't have to wish for it any longer, because he slants his lips against mine and it feels...perfect. I wind my arms around his neck and press my body against his. I can feel his cock against my stomach.

I slip my tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. I want to dissolve in him. He feels like home. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and I moan. When we're both out of air, we pull away from each other, panting. My arms are still around his neck and now, he wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up. He deposits me on the couch and takes a step back to look at me. His eyes are glazed over in arousal. He crouches in front of me.

"I have a promise to keep, don't I?" He says and I blush. So he's actually going to go through with it.

He places his hands on my hips and pulls my skirt and panties down at the same time. The cool air and the sizzling heat of his gaze hit my center at once. I try to cover myself because no one has ever seen me this way, but his hands stop me.

He makes me lift both my legs and spreads them wide open. He places his palms on either sides of my thighs so I don't close them.

"Tony..." I whisper. I'm feeling really self-conscious right now.

"Shh. Not a word Charlotte. Let me admire this view."

He may be admiring it, but my arousal is dripping down to the couch.

He brings his face closer and takes one long lick from my opening to my clit. With a pointed tongue, he prods around my slit, licking and sucking it, till I'm shaking with the need to come. Just as I'm about to, he pulls away and gets up.

He licks his lips and smirks at me.
"I said I'd lick your pussy, not make you come."

As he walks away, I want to scream in frustration, but in leau of the promise I made to myself back in the car, not to be desperate for him, I get dressed again and go about my day.