The idea that she was still seeing me, even with her eyes closed, brought me closer to the brink. Every breathless moan and almost inaudible sigh rang loud in my ears.
Apparently, she thought about me as much as I thought about her.
“Is that all?” I tightened down on the last of the control I held over myself before it broke.
Her eyes fluttered open when my hand stopped moving but remained cupping her, and the expression on her face was confusion. It accused me of asking too much, but too fucking bad. I wanted to hear all of it, and that drove me down to my knees in more than one way.
I had to spend a frustrating moment sorting through the layers of her skirt, until it was pushed to her waist.
“Hold this,” I commanded and sat back on my heels. The beauty of her body packaged in the sexy lingerie was toomuch. It made me weak.
“I want to know everything about you,” she admitted.
Shit, did I understand. I held myself at arm’s length because personal information could be used as a weapon against me.
“Oh, God, you make me feel out of control,” she gasped.
I leaned forward, pressing her thigh against the wall and holding it so she was open to me. I put my mouth on the black netting and dragged my tongue across the band at the top of her thigh-highs, then over her trembling skin, up toward her pussy.
I sucked at her through the lace I found there, licking where it would give her the most pleasure. She cried out when the panties were pulled to the side and I kissed her, using my tongue to caress and please.
But I had to hurry. Soon, the guard downstairs was going to wonder what happened to the couple he’d let go by, and he’d come knocking on the door.Goddammit.Next time, I’d get to do this onmytimeframe. I’d drag the orgasms from her slowly and properly. There was no voice in my head correcting me about next time.
Because there would most definitely be a next time.
I fluttered the tip of my tongue, lashing at her clit. The muscles in her legs tightened. The knuckles on the hem of her skirt went white. Above me, her chest heaved, and the sound of her gulping huge gasps of air echoed in the spacious office.
Last time I’d gotten to do this, she’d been so close when we’d had to stop, and I’d be damned if I was going to deny her again. No one was going to stop or interrupt us.
I flicked my tongue over her soft, wet skin and pressed my middle finger inside her. She issued a sound of satisfaction through her fingers because her hand not holding up her skirt was covering her mouth.
I started slow, letting her get used to the possession, before my index finger joined in as well. I pumped both fingers ata measured tempo, and shit—her body was like an inferno. The tip of my tongue spun and cartwheeled over her clit while I fucked her with my fingers, and she struggled to contain her moans.
On some level, I was aware what I was doing was dangerous. My guard was completely down because I was so focused on her, and the rest of the world dropped away. It’d be easy for someone to sneak up on us. For the door to be unlocked, swing open, and have someone discover me with my head between her legs and two fingers inside her.
But I wasn’t concerned about any threat. All that mattered was giving her the pleasure I’d intended to weeks ago back in South Africa.
I curled my fingers, trying to find the spot that would send her over the edge. Her moans were so sexy, my hand holding her thigh pinned to the wall tensed instinctively. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked, while my fingers thrust deep inside.
She came in a spectacular rush, bowing off the wall and swallowing back what might have been a cry so loud it would draw attention. I had to hold her steady and let her recover before releasing her so she could stand on both feet.
“I stare at that stupid phone all day,” she said between two heaving breaths, “wanting to call you. I’m worried I’ll never see you again.”
The red dress dropped like a curtain, and I was on my feet a half-second later, back to towering over her. “Not a chance.”
29
OLIVIA
I clung to Ethan,still recovering as his lips returned to mine. His kiss was slow and passionate, drugging me again and making honesty spill from me before I was ready.
My hands slipped inside his suit jacket to bring him closer, bumping the gun and... what was that? My fingers dipped into his interior pocket and closed around something tiny. A bottle?
It was the drug he’d tried to get me to use in South Africa.
“Do you always carry that with you?”
“Yes.”
