"Hey Ems, I think you have an admirer," Belle called out, shouting over the loud music to make herself heard.
"Oh, he's been staring all night," Ashley giggled. "I think he's just waiting for a chance to get her alone so that he can make his move."
Emma turned her head ever-so-slightly, making it look like she was listening to something her friends were saying, as she peered into the darkened corner that made up the VIP section of the club. Sure enough, tall-dark-and-handsome was still sat at the very edge of the roped off section. His eyes would occasionally drift her way so that he could drink in her form before he would return his attention to his drinking buddies.
"I'm uh… I'm just gonna go and use the bathroom," she told her friends, pushing up from her seat to smooth a hand down the white dress she was wearing.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Belle asked.
"She's not going for the facilities," Ruby snorted out. The amount of vodka she'd consumed that night had made her giggles a little higher pitched than usual, and Emma rolled her eyes at her friend's antics.
"I think I'll be okay," she assured the group, as she reached for her bag and set off towards the far end of the building. The restrooms were located just off a long corridor and in a room of their own, away from the loud music and crowded dance floor. It was the perfect place to escape for a few moments to catch your breath and freshen up a little. But when Emma left the women's bathroom to head back to her friends, she wasn't at all surprised to find someone else waiting just outside of the door, lounging casually against the wall.
"The men's room is on the other side," she told him.
"I know. I'm not here for that."
"Then what are you here for?" she challenged. The alcohol in her system wasn't strong enough to leave her feeling like she wasn't in control of herself, but it was enough to make her a little bolder than she would normally be without it. And a whole hell of a lot flirtier.
"To ask if maybe I could buy you a drink?"
Emma bit down softly on her lip as she considered his offer. She knew what he really wanted. A drink would inevitably lead to dancing. Dancing which would at some point become grinding. And then they'd find themselves back in that corridor once more, desperately trying to scratch an itch that seemed to be flaring for them both.
Emma usually prided herself on the fact that she wasn't that kind of girl. She didn't do one night stands and quick shags in the hallways of clubs. But it had been so long since someone had scratched that itch for her, and the guy offering to do so was hotter than sin!
"Okay," she agreed softly. "You can buy me a drink."
"So, what do I call you?" he asked, as the two of them took a seat around a small table not far from where Emma's friends were sat watching their every move.
"Swan," she told him. "You can call me Swan."
"No names?"
"Am I ever gonna see you again?" Emma challenged, even though she already knew what the answer would be.
"Possibly."
"Then the next time I see you, I'll tell you my name," she chuckled, as she took a healthy sip from her whiskey sour. "Now, what should I call you?"
Tall-dark-and-handsome seemed to take a moment to think it over before he finally spoke again. "Jones. You can call me Jones."
"Okay then, Jones." Emma downed what was left of her drink before she stood up and extended a hand back to him. "Do you wanna dance with me?"
Jones took a moment to swirl the rest of the amber liquid around his glass before he finished his drink and then slipped his hand into hers. He quite liked the confident way that she strode through the crowd of people already gyrating on the dancefloor, to find a spot that she deemed perfect somewhere close to the middle of the space. When she turned to face him, Swan let go of his hand and closed her eyes for a few seconds before her hips began to move. He stood and watched her for the longest moment, completely enchanted by her beauty and the fluidity of her movements… until he noticed that the others around them seemed to be watching her too.
Jones wound his arm around her waist to pull her back into his chest, and Emma giggled a little at the action. "You do know that we've only just met, right?" she teased. "I'm not sure you're allowed to be jealous so soon."
"Well, I am," was all he said in reply, as he began moving the two of them together to the music that was doing it's best to drown out their conversation.
Emma wasn't sure how long they spent on the dancefloor. One moment she would be dancing freely, allowing herself just to get lost in the rhythm of the music, and the next she would be back in his arms. The beat of the tracks seemed to merge together until Emma wasn't sure if the same one was still playing, or if it had just come around again.
But one thing she was certain of was the effect she seemed to be having on Jones. Even through the denim of his jeans, he was struggling to hide it.
"I have a room in the city," he leaned down to whisper into her ear, before placing a kiss just behind it.
Emma could feel his smirk against her skin as she melted further into his embrace.
"Come back with me?"
She bit down on her bottom lip as she considered his request. Emma didn't like the idea of just taking off without her friends when she'd come out to celebrate Belle's promotion with them. But she also knew that if they had heard his offer, they'd probably be calling her a taxi right about now. And she had to admit that the prospect of a hotel bed was much more appealing than a corridor in a busy, sweaty club.
"Okay," she said eventually, surprising herself a little.
Jones paused for a moment to pull a top-of-the-range phone from his pocket and tapped out some kind of message before he slid it away and reached for her hand. "Come on," he encouraged, "there's a car waiting outside for us."
"Just how rich are you?" Emma teased softly.
Jones waited until they'd fought their way through the crowds in the room and pushed through a back door, onto the much quieter street outside, before he turned to ask, "You really don't know who I am, do you?"
"Not a clue," she giggled. "I just figured that to use the VIP room, you were probably someone well-off."
"I guess you could say that." He guided her down the path and across the road with a steady hand on the small of her back, before pulling open a door on a black Range Rover for her to climb up into.
Once Emma had taken her seat, Jones slid easily in beside her and the door closed behind him. He said nothing as the person behind the wheel pulled smoothly away from the curb and began the drive back to whatever hotel it was that he was staying at.
The two of them remained silent for the duration of the ride, both still enjoying that pleasant buzz the alcohol was giving them, as Jones stroked his thumb softly over the back of Emma's hand. She wasn't sure when he'd taken it again, but he didn't seem in a hurry to let her go.
When the car rolled to a gentle stop, Emma was surprised to find them at what looked to be another back entrance. The guy behind the wheel hopped out of the vehicle to pull open her door and she stepped down as elegantly as she could. "Thanks," she said, offering him a small smile before smoothing a hand down her dress while she waited for Jones to join her.
"Yes. Thank you, Jacob," he called out, his tone biting with his jealousy. "That'll be all for tonight."
"Yes, Sir," Jacob replied, pushing the door closed and making his way back to the driver's side of the car. Jones didn't bother waiting for it to pull away. Instead, he gave a gentle tug on Emma's hand to guide her into the building.
She wasn't familiar with any of the corridors he walked her down, but that wasn't really surprising. Emma might have lived close to the city, but she'd never stayed at a fancy hotel in it before. Whenever they had a girls' nights out, they always finished the evenings in their own homes as it was much cheaper. And for weekends away, they left the Midlands completely.
She wasn't tipsy enough not to notice the men in suits outside of the door Jones stopped her in front of, though. Emma raised a single brow in question, unsure of how to voice her concerns, but Jones simply shrugged it off. When he eventually pushed through the door to his suite she blurted out, "You're not dangerous, are you?" before she could think it through.
"That depends on who you ask," he chuckled. At Emma's unamused look he hastened to add, "I'm a Captain with His Majesty's Royal Navy."
"You're a navy officer?"
"Captain," he corrected, as he took a step closer to her and settled his large hands onto her hips. "My God you're stunning. I noticed you the moment you walked into that club tonight. And I know I wasn't the only one."
Emma swallowed hard at the lust that was visibly darkening his eyes. "You uh... you're not so bad yourself… Captain," she drawled.
The addition of his title had Jones groaning low in the back of his throat before he finally crashed his lips down to hers. Emma dropped her bag to the floor between them as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hang on for the ride. His lips were hot and demanding, pushing against hers in a way that told her just how much he'd been aching for her, while he wrapped his hands around her thighs to lift her up and into his arms. She didn't hesitate to lock her ankles behind him as she pushed herself further into his embrace. Emma trusted Jones to get them to some kind of flat surface so they could finally release the tension that had been building between them. It had been far too long since she had been kissed, and Emma wasn't sure she'd ever been kissed the way that Jones was kissing her that evening.
As he began navigating the hotel room he'd booked, Emma dropped her hands down to his shoulders and slowly worked them inwards to start releasing the buttons on his shirt. By the time he dropped her down to the floor by his bed, she had it fully open and untucked from his jeans.
"This fucking dress has been teasing me all night," Jones told her, as he dropped his head to place nuzzling kisses to the bare flesh between her breasts. The bare flesh that had told him right from the start that she wasn't wearing a bra that evening.
"Good to know," Emma panted out. "I guess I won't be returning it Monday morning."
"Don't you fucking dare!"
She swallowed hard at the bolt of lust his command sent through her body and Jones began nosing at the fabric covering her.
"Does this untie?" he mumbled against her skin.
"No," she gasped out. "There's a uh… a zip… at the back."
Jones brought his lips back to hers once more as Emma pushed both his shirt and jacket from his shoulders, leaving his toned torso gloriously bare for her exploration. She wasn't expecting the brush of hair as she ran her hands down his chest. He had looked like the kinda guy that would wax when she first saw him. But she found herself enjoying the slight tickle it caused as she brushed her fingertips through it. And she ached to feel the way it would scratch deliciously against her breasts when they moved together.
The hard lines of muscle made sense, given what she now knew about him. Emma assumed that the navy would have worked him hard, and she could feel that with every move he made as the muscles in his body flexed and relaxed with his actions.
With all the hair that covered his chest, she was surprised to find his back smooth to the touch. Emma wasn't sure if it was natural or if Jones preferred things that way, but she found herself loving the contrast between the flawless skin pulled taught over the muscles there, and the gentle tickle that came through running her hands down his chest.
While she was exploring his body, Jones slid his own hands softly up her back until he found the hidden zipper built into her dress. He tugged it down as far as it would go and then pulled back to watch as Swan gently shimmied her shoulders. The white fabric fell easily down her arms and over her chest to pool around her ankles.
Jones swallowed hard at the sight before him. His Swan was stood right next to the bed wearing a pair of black lace panties, black thigh-high boots, and nothing else.
"Fuck me," he groaned, as he leaned down to pull off one shoe and the sock that covered his foot, before switching to the other.
Emma made a move to do the same thing but was stopped by his firm command of, "Don't! Leave them on."
"Yes… Captain," she purred, taking a few small steps back while she watched him work the buckle of his belt open. Emma pulled herself up and onto the bed as Jones pushed his jeans and underwear down in one confident move before he kicked them off to the side. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off the seductress spread out over the sheets.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he told her. Jones climbed up onto the end of the bed and then crawled his way over her, pressing wet kisses along her body as he went.
"You don't need to flatter me," she giggled. "I'm already in your bed."
"I'm not. I'm just… stunned by your beauty, Swan. How are you still single?"
"I work too much," she replied, even though she knew it wasn't the entire truth. But they would only have that one night together, so Jones didn't need to know about her past.
"I know that feeling."
He locked his eyes with hers for a moment before dipping his head to capture her lips with his own again. When his hand slid up her thigh to draw her leg around his hips they both moaned long and deep at the feel of being pressed so tightly together, separated only by the flimsy barrier of her panties.
Emma had expected him to get straight to the main event, given the position they were in. So when he pulled back to begin trailing kisses down her body, her shocked gasps were completely genuine.
"You uh… you don't have to do that," she protested weakly.
"I want to," Jones assured her, as he gently pulled her panties down and off her legs, before tossing them somewhere over his left shoulder.
Emma's eyes slid closed in embarrassment when she felt him settle between her legs and gently part her. She wasn't sure any man had ever gotten that close before, but at the first brush of his nose against where she was already wet and aching for him, she forgot all about her awkwardness.
"Oh," she sighed, letting her legs fall open a little more as Jones took his time to explore her. He trailed his nose over the sensitive spots that had her hips bouncing in his grasp, before following its path with his tongue. By the time he slipped his index finger into her to gently build that pressure forming inside, Emma was a hot, writhing, begging mess. So few men in her life had ever taken the time to focus on her, and none of them had ever been as thorough as Jones was being that evening.
"Oh, Jones," she moaned, as he finally suckled on her clit, giving her a teasing hint of the pleasure she knew was soon to follow.
"Killian," he mumbled against her flesh. The sound vibrated wonderfully through her body and she moaned again. "My name's Killian."
"Emma," she panted out, when he curled his fingers inside of her. "Please, Killian."
That was all the encouragement he needed to apply just the right amount of pressure to have Emma's world sudden darken before those beautiful spots of pleasure began to burst behind her eyes.
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, yes, yes!"
As Killian eased her through her climax he watched as her face contorted beautifully with the pleasure he was giving to her, before finally pulling his fingers from her body. While Emma lay panting for breath beneath him, he reached for his jeans and the wallet inside of the back pocket to pull out the condom he always kept inside of it. Killian took a moment to watch as Emma seemed to come back to herself before he rolled the latex down and over himself.
"Do you think you can handle another?" he teased, gathering her into his arms once more.
"Stop gloating and just fuck me, Captain."
Killian slid into her in one long, confident move, effectively silencing her in the process. He gave Emma a moment to adjust to that wonderful stretch and burn that came from being filled so completely before he hitched her leg back over his hip to settle into an easy rhythm. That familiar push and pull had never felt so good before, and the way that Emma scraped the heel of her boot down his back only seemed to heighten the pleasure from the moment, as he bent his head to begin pressing wet kisses to her skin.
"Oh, God," Emma gasped, when a particularly hard punch of his hips had her legs tightening around him.
Killian seemed to get the hint as he picked up his pace, each snap of his hips bordering on painfully pleasurable while he drove them both higher and higher.
"So good," she panted in his ear. "So good." She tightened the hand that was woven through his hair to tug his lips back to hers, offering him suckling kisses and teasing nips of her teeth between long, confident caresses with her tongue.
Emma was pretty sure that the heel of her boot tore through the sheets on the bed at one point. The loud sound of fabric ripping was a complete contrast to the harsh pants and whispered pleas that were filling the room. But neither of them seemed to care.
"I can't wait to feel you come around me," Killian panted into her ear, letting his tongue flick out to gently tease the lobe between his words. "You're already so fucking tight."
As if he'd commanded her to do so, Emma felt herself begin to flutter around him at his dirty words, and Killian moaned at how incredible that small action felt.
"So close," she breathed harshly. "I'm so close."
He dropped a hand between their bodies to slide down to where they were joined, making them both groan in frustration once more before he brought it back up to circle her clit.
"That's it, Beautiful," he praised. Emma's moans and pants became higher pitched and needier as her nails dug into his shoulder blades. "Let me feel you. Come all over my cock for me, Love."
"Killian…. Yes," she cried, as a sharp pinch from his fingers finally sent her crashing over that precipice once more and into the pleasurable abyss that waited.
When Emma came back down to herself it was to watch while Jones… no… Killian, pulled off his condom and wrapped it in a tissue.
He gave her a soft smile as he reached for her foot and pulled off the boot that was still covering it before he did the same to the other. When he was finished, Killian slid back into the bed beside her, tugging the torn sheets up and over their naked bodies. Neither of them said anything as he turned to curl his body around hers, pulling Emma back into his arms. He brushed the hair away from her neck to press a sweet kiss there, but his Swan was already asleep by the time he reached for the light.
When Killian woke the next morning, it was with the resolve to ask for Emma's number before she left for the day. But as awareness slowly began creeping into the haze of sleep, he realised that he was on his usual side of the bed, and the other was stone cold.
He bolted awake to check the room. His clothes were still where he remembered taking them off the night before and his wallet was still on the table beside the bed, but Emma's dress and boots were gone. And so was she!
"Fuck," he cursed, rubbing a harsh hand over his face.
How would he ever find her again, when all he had to go on was a relatively common name and a popular description?
"Fuck," he cursed again, as he realised that he probably never would.
Before he left Nottingham that afternoon, Killian took a moment to clean his hotel room for the staff. He righted chairs, threw out empty packets and bottles, and made his bed as best he could.
He found a pair of black lace panties behind the television set in the corner of the bedroom and smiled to himself when he realised that Emma must have forgotten them, before he slipped them into his pocket.
When he pushed the tissue containing the used condom into the bin, he thought absolutely nothing of the fact that it was stickier and wetter than it should have been. After all, it wasn't like he'd noticed the small tear in the tip when he'd taken it off.
"Are you ready to leave, Your Highness?"
"Yes, Jacob," he called back, taking one last look around the empty suite before he turned on his heels to stride confidently out of the room.
Emma's look for this chapter is based on Jen's look for the Marchesa fashion show during New York Fashion Week September 2017
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