The hotel bar buzzed with holiday cheer. Jasmine Jones sipped her second glass of mulled wine, the warmth spreading through her as laughter from her office party echoed around her. At 42, married with two kids, she rarely let loose like this, but the Christmas party had pulled her away from the daily routine. Her petite frame, wrapped in a tight pink dress that hugged her sexy curves, drew glances from colleagues. She felt a restlessness tonight, a craving for something forbidden.

She scanned the room, her dark eyes landing on a man at the end of the bar. He was rugged, with dark hair tousled just enough to look effortlessly wild, nursing a whiskey neat. Luke Devlin, though she didn't know his name yet, sat alone, his broad shoulders straining against his button-down shirt. He was in town for business, far from home, and the solitude gnawed at him, fuelling a hunger for connection that went beyond polite conversation. Their eyes met across the crowded space, and Jasmine felt a jolt, her pulse quickening under her smooth brown skin.

Luke held her gaze, a slow smile curling his lips. He raised his glass slightly, an invitation. Jasmine hesitated, glancing at her wedding ring glinting under the lights, but the pull was too strong. She excused herself from her coworkers' chatter and slid onto the stool next to him.

“Couldn't help but notice you,” Luke said, his voice low and gravelly, eyes tracing the curve of her neck.

“You look like you need a real drink,” he continued.

“Thank you, I’ll have a white wine.”

“You escaping the holiday madness alone?” she asked.

“Business trip,” he replied as his knee brushed against hers.

“Are you married?” Jasmine asked.

“I was. I see you are,” Luke said, looking down at the rings on her hand.

His words hung heavy, charged with intent, and Jasmine felt heat pull between her thighs, a forbidden thrill at the way he looked at her—like she was the only woman in the room.

They talked easily. Jasmine mentioned her kids in passing, but Luke didn't flinch. Instead, his dark eyes intensified, locking onto hers.

“Do you smoke?” Jasmine asked, glaring at the packet of cigarettes by Luke’s drink.

“Yes, I am trying to quit, though, my New Year’s resolution. Do you want one?”

“Let’s go outside,” Jasmine said, confirming.

She was starting to feel uneasy and wondered if her colleagues had noticed her chatting to a stranger.

Luke guided her through the foyer and out the door, his gaze drawn to the elegant line of her legs and the rhythmic click of her black heels on the marble floor. Her bare legs got goosebumps as the night air hit them. Luke offered her a cigarette, took one himself and lit them both.

“You know married doesn't mean you can't have a little fun,” he murmured, his hand grazing her arm.

Jasmine's breath hitched. She knew she should pull away, but Luke's presence was magnetic, his rugged jawline shadowed with stubble, and she imagined his hands on her, rough and demanding. Their flirting escalated—bold compliments, teasing touches—until the air between them crackled with unspoken desire.

“If I invited you up to my room, what would you say?” Luke said, finally, his voice a command wrapped in invitation.

“Just for one more drink. No strings.”

“Well, OK, just for a drink. Let me say goodnight to my colleagues, and I’ll follow you up,” she replied.

Her heart raced as she offered quick excuses to her colleagues, slipping away from the party. On the way, she stopped by her room to freshen up, pausing in front of the mirror to touch up her makeup.
She stared at her reflection, knowing what was about to happen.

Hesitating, she left her room and went up to the next floor, and knocked on Luke’s door.

“I wondered if you might have changed your mind,” Luke said, clearly pleased that she hadn’t. The door clicked shut behind them. Luke immediately pulled her against him, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was all hunger and no gentleness. Jasmine gasped into it, her hands fisting his shirt as his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting of whiskey and the salt of his skin as she nipped at his lip.

“Fuck, you've been driving me crazy,” Luke growled, his hands roaming her curves, squeezing her ass through the dress.

He backed her further into the room, a soft lamp light casting shadows over the king-sized bed and the city view beyond the window.

Jasmine's mind raced, guilt flickered, but desire drowned it. Her fingers were already tugging at his belt. The clink of metal echoed as she freed his cock, thick and hard in her hand, veins pulsing under her grip. She stroked him slowly, feeling him throb, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

Luke groaned, shoving her dress up her thighs, exposing her lace panties. He ripped them aside, his fingers diving between her legs to find her wet and ready, circling her clit with rough precision, making her hips buck. Jasmine moaned, the sound raw, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure shot through her.

He pushed her onto the bed, the mattress dipping under their weight. She kicked off her heels. Luke stripped her dress off in one fluid motion, her full breasts spilling free, nipples hardening in the cool air. He latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his hand worked her pussy, two fingers thrusting deep, curling to hit that spot that made her cry out.

“Luke... oh lord,” Jasmine panted, her legs wrapping around him, toes running up his legs, pulling him closer.

The emotional pull hit her then—the escape, the raw connection in this stranger's arms. She felt seen, desired in a way her marriage hadn't sparked in years.

Luke shed his clothes, his rugged body lean and muscled, dark hair dusting his chest. Positioning himself between her thighs, he rubbed his cock against her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, eyes locked on hers, the intensity making her heart swell with forbidden affection.

“I want it. Fuck me,” she begged.

Luke thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. Jasmine arched, a sharp cry escaping as he stretched her, filling her completely. He didn't hold back, pounding into her with uncontrollable force, the bed creaking under them. Each slam of his hips drove deeper, his cock hitting her cervix, the pain-pleasure mix making her vision blur.

“So tight... fuck, you feel incredible,” Luke grunted.

His hands pinning her wrists above her head, dominating the rhythm. Jasmine writhed beneath him, her pussy clenching around his thickness, juices coating them both. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingled with her moans and his ragged breaths.

He flipped her over suddenly, pulling her onto all fours.

“Ass up,” he ordered, and she obeyed.

The submissive thrill sent fresh heat through her. Luke gripped her hips, slamming back in, fucking her from behind with brutal intensity, his cock dragging along her walls, owning her body.

“Harder... don't stop,” she gasped, reaching back to touch herself, fingers rubbing her clit in frantic circles.

Luke's pace quickened as he chased release. He leaned over her, one hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back for a messy kiss, claiming her in this stolen moment.

Sweat-slicked and insatiable, Luke pulled out, flipping her again, and guided her mouth to his cock. Jasmine took him deep, her lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling over the head as she tasted her own arousal. She bobbed eagerly, hollowing her cheeks, the salty precum flooding her mouth while he fucked her face gently at first, then harder, his hips snapping. She gagged slightly but pushed on, her hand cupping his balls, squeezing until he groaned.

He couldn't hold back. Pulling her up, Luke positioned her on top, impaling her on his cock as she sank down. Jasmine rode him wildly, her breasts bouncing, nails raking his chest. The control shifted, her grinding hips setting a punishing pace, chasing her own climax. Emotions surged—guilt twisted with exhilaration, the secret affair igniting something deep.

“Come for me,” Luke urged, his hands on her ass.

Jasmine shattered, her pussy spasming around him, walls milking his cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She cried out his name, body trembling, the release emotional as much as physical.

Luke followed seconds later, thrusting up hard, flooding her with hot cum, pulse after pulse filling her until it leaked out around him. They collapsed together, breaths mingling, bodies entwined in the afterglow. The room smelled of sex and sweat, the city lights twinkling outside like distant stars.

“Do you come to Baltimore often?” Jasmin asked breathlessly.

“Every month,” Luke replied.