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I breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay.”
Dominic searches my face before gifting me with a smile. If I had on any panties, they’d be on the floor right about now. “Okay. Let’s go then.”
He hops out and rounds the car. When he pulls my door open, I have to squeeze my legs together to make sure I don’t flash him. Dominic’s hand goes back to my back as we walk to the elevator. We step inside the car, and when he presses the button for the rooftop, a bubble of panic starts to rise in my throat. I force it back down, focusing instead on the handsome man beside me, who’s currently sliding his hand down my back and over the curve of my ass.
Deft fingers knead my flesh, searching for a panty line we both know he won’t find. I expect him to stop when he realizes I obeyed his order, but he doesn’t. With all the grace and fluidity of a panther, he moves behind me. Pressing the hand that was just on my ass to my stomach and pulling me back into him. Once again, I find him hard as steel, and it sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
The elevator dings, letting us know we’ve passed another floor. Dominic runs a hand down the front of my skirt and over my mound. A grunt of satisfaction rumbles out of him as his fingers slip through my folds and find me wet.
“You’re insatiable, angel.” His breath is warm, caressing the shell of my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “Should I make you come before I feed you or after?”
My head falls back against his shoulder. “Both. Please.”
Less than five seconds of his hands on me and I’m already begging. This is what he does to me, dissolves me into a desperate, breathless mess of a woman who doesn’t care about anything as long as he’s touching me with those rough fingers that promise pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.
“Who knew you were such a greedy girl?” Dominic’s lips curve against my skin. “Keep your eyes on the door, love. We wouldn’t want anyone to see how badly you want me.”
There’s a tinge of bitterness coating his words, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. Dominic uses one of his feet to shove mine apart, widening my stance and opening me up for him. He dips one finger inside the warm wetness gathered at my core, treating me to several shallow thrusts, before dragging it up to my clit.
I bite my lip and let a small whimper escape me as his fingers swirl around the swollen bundle of nerves, using firm yet gentle pressure to coax my orgasm forward. I can feel it building, gathering low and heavy in the pit of my stomach.
Another ding sounds. We’ve passed another floor. Our journey to the top of the building has, thankfully, been unimpeded thus far, but I don’t know what I’ll do if we stop to let another passenger on. I’d like to believe I would have the decency to stop, but with Dominic’s hands on me, I can’t be certain.
“You’ve got about thirty seconds, angel. Less if this elevator stops and someone else gets on. If that happens, I’ll have to stop taking care of this greedy little pussy and you’ll have to wait until after dinner to come. Is that what you want?”
“N-no.” I breathe, barely containing the moan climbing up my throat.
“It’s not what I want either, baby. I want to hear you scream my name while you make a mess on my hand.” Dominic nips at my neck, dipping his fingers back inside of me before spreading my wetness over my clit again. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Sloane.”
Ecstasy unravels in my veins from his filthy words and his skillful handling of my sensitive flesh. I rock into his hand feeling the promise of my release curling around the base of my spine. His free hand comes up to my breast, rubbing at the pebbled skin of my nipples through the thin fabric of my camisole. My eyes roll into the back of my head as thousands of shooting stars fire off behind my eyelids. Dominic kisses my temple.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you’re about to come for me?”
I hear his question, but I can’t answer. All of the words that I know have disappeared from my mind. Pushed out by the blood pounding in my ears and the heat from my core threatening to consume every living thing around me.
But once again, he isn’t bothered by my lack of an answer, taking my moans for an answer as he keeps working at me. Each swirl around my swollen and needy nub delivers the perfect amount of pressure, and I can feel my arousal dripping down my leg.
“Fifteen seconds, baby.”
Two thick fingers slip inside of me, driving into me with shallow thrusts that graze my g-spot lightly with every glide. I’m so wet there’s no resistance at all, and the elevator car is filled with the sounds of his fingers invading my body, stroking pleasure into my core.
Dominic’s thumbs are busy. One pressing into my clit with a delicious, almost torturous friction, the other joining with his index finger to pinch my nipples. And it’s that bit of pain that sends me tumbling over a cliff with a scream that sounds a lot like Dominic’s name before it turns into an endless moan when he keeps working me over. Using his hands to draw out every second of my pleasure even though he said we were short on time. When the last tremble has subsided, my body goes limp in his arms. I sag against his body, and he holds me up, gently fixing my clothes and raining kisses from my temple to my jawline until I catch my breath.
Another ding sounds, and I see we’ve only got two more floors to go before we hit the rooftop. It’ll be filled with people eating, drinking, and having a good time with no clue what we’ve just done in the elevator. Behind me, Dominic is adjusting himself in his pants, seemingly un-phased by his neglected, but very impressive, erection.
I bite my lip, keeping my eyes on the elevator doors to give him some privacy. “That can’t be comfortable.”
“It’s not.” He admits, stepping forward to place a kiss on the top of my head. “But I’ll live. You need more time to adjust, and I’m going to give it to you whether you want it or not.”
My body stiffens. Now that just makes me want to scream. While I appreciate his thoughtfulness, I’m over being treated like a ticking time bomb. A girl has one breakdown after an orgasm, and suddenly she’s unable to handle the intricacies of a….whatever the hell this is?! He hardly seems concerned when he’s using every part of his body but his dick to whip me into a frenzy, so why is this so different?
“Dominic. You can’t go from having what I assume was regular sex with your ex to abstaining completely.”
“And yet, here I am doing exactly that.” He reminds me coarsely, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me closer to him. “Don’t argue with me on this, Sloane. We’re going to take this slow.”
His tone brooks no argument, and I don’t push him. All I’ve wanted to do since he left my house this morning is be with him, and I don’t want to ruin it by arguing about something he’s determined not to budge on. It shouldn’t even bother me. I should be delighted that the man I spent so many years calling my enemy cares enough about me to take things slow.
Except, I’ve never known him to be the take it slow type. When we were in college, Eric would spend the night in my room just to get away from Dominic and his ever growing harem that consisted of girls he met at parties, girls he sat beside in class, girls who came up to him in the library asking for a ‘study date’, multiple girls from the cheerleading squad and, if Mal is to be believed, one very young adjunct professor. In all that time, I never heard of him saying no to any one of them.
