Getting sexy: Obsession / Getting Some / Getting Even

“At the airport Marriott.” He pauses. “How fast can you get here?”

“Thirty minutes.”

“I’m in room 623.”

“All right, I’ll see you soon.”

I hang up the phone and take a deep breath. Then I gather my things and head out of the room.

Thirty-five minutes later, my stomach flutters as I knock on the door to Glenn’s hotel room. The entire drive here, I’ve debated what I’m doing. Because I know that walking into his hotel room at close to one in the morning means only one thing.

Sex.

And when it comes to Glenn—amazing sex. That’s pretty damn hard to resist.

What does he look like? I wonder. The same, different? The same, I’m sure. He probably hasn’t aged at—

The door swings open, and I reel backward in surprise. One look at Glenn and my heart stops. There he stands, six foot three inches of sinfully gorgeous man. Lean and muscular. He’s dressed in a ribbed undershirt and black jeans.

Shit, I was right. He looks exactly the same. Which is to say he’s still as scrumptious as he always was.

His eyes move over me as his lips pull in a grin. Those eyes. Those intense hazel eyes of his. The kind that with one sweeping look seem to undress you. They’ve always been my undoing.

And he smells so good. The light scent of his cologne drifts into my nose, and my body temperature starts to rise. Every amazing memory of Glenn floods my mind. He’s the one man who knew how to totally satisfy me in the bedroom.

Yeah, I’m desperate for a man.

Fuck, I’m in trouble.

I clear my throat. “Glenn.”

“Mmm mmm mmm, Lishelle.”

I’m wearing an above-the-knee V-neck black dress—minus the tan jacket I wore on top of it when I was on camera. I know it’s hot. Glenn knows it, too.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask in a very straitlaced tone.

He holds the door open wide. “Come on in. Make yourself comfortable.”

I slowly walk into the room. Behind me, I hear the door close, and the bolt click. I close my eyes, count to three, then turn to face Glenn.

He’s walking toward me, and I can’t help but take in his incredibly sexy form. He heads straight toward me, and I tense, anticipating an embrace. But he stops before he reaches me and lifts two glasses of wine that have already been poured off the dresser.

He offers me a glass. I don’t take it right away.

“Take it,” he insists.

“Glenn, I came here to talk.”

His lips form a lopsided grin. “Do you really want me to believe that you don’t want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you?”

My pussy explodes with heat. Damn him. How dare he know me so well?

I finally take the glass from him and down a liberal gulp. The crisp Chardonnay hits the spot.

But not the spot I know Glenn can hit so well…

Given the satisfied smirk on Glenn’s face, it’s obvious he can see in my eyes what I’m thinking. “I remember what you liked,” he tells me. “I remember everything.”

“Do you?” My voice is husky, seductive.

“Oh, yeah.”

He takes the wineglass from me and puts both down on the nearby dresser. He takes my hands and just holds them. Holds them and stares into my eyes.

“You look amazing,” he tells me.

“You look the same.”

“That good or bad?”

“You know it’s good.”

“Lishelle. Here we are, in the same room after all this time. It’s hard to believe.”

My nervous energy is killing me. I’d almost prefer that he rip my clothes off and screw me than make any kind of small talk.

He presses his mouth to my forehead, and it’s like I’ve been hit with an electrical charge. “I meant it when I said I’ve missed you,” he whispers.

“Glenn…” My voice is shaky.

“I want to touch you so badly.” His lips graze my cheeks.

“I don’t know where you’ve been,” I say. “It’s been almost six years.”

“I know, I know. You have nothing to worry about, but I’ve got condoms in any case.”

Still holding my hands, he urges my body closer to his as his lips move to the side of my neck. “Ooh, Lishelle.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And then he’s pulling me into an embrace. I don’t resist, not one bit. I know why I came here, what he wants. What I want.

His lips come down on mine. I open my mouth to him for a deep and passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle while our hands desperately touch each other, like we’ve both been waiting for this moment for the past six years.

Maybe I have. Because Lord knows I haven’t been able to forget the connection Glenn and I shared in the bedroom.

“Oh, baby.” His hands cover my ass and squeeze. “Damn, you still feel so good.”