Page 16 of Bound Hearts

We don’t waste time and swiftly stand and slip our coats on while another couple waits by, ready to pounce on the spot opening up. I quickly send a message to my driver to pick us up. Briskly, we walk out of the place, and the winter air hits us instantly. My arm hooks around her middle to pull her tightly to my side in an effort to clasp on to any attempt of warmth, but also to touch her and give the signal to any man walking by that Sutton is taken, at least for tonight.

“Your driver will be here soon? Because it’s freezing.”

In a flash, I grab her hand and pull her with me to the corner of a small alley to my left, then press her back against the brick wall. “Then let’s fix that right fucking now.”

The air crackles between us. The city’s noise fades to a distant hum, even though we’re right in its heart. For a moment, it’s only us. The streetlight spills just enough glow to catch her sly, daring smile. I slip my hands to her waist, slide my leg between hers, and feel her fingers clutch at my coat.

Not. One. Single. Ounce. Of. Hesitation.

I claim her mouth with mine. There’s nothing rehearsed about it, yet our kiss fits together like it’s been years in the making. Her lips are sure, hungry, nothing hesitant. I savor her, drawing out the kiss until Sutton murmurs, kissing me like she wants to devour every secret I have. When I finally pull back, I nip her bottom lip, playful and possessive. This kiss is anything but innocent—it’s a spark that ignites possibility.

Pulling away, her lips are swollen, and her eyes remain hooded as if she wants the moment to linger, until her eyes flutter open to meet mine.

In a split second, she flickers an unknown feeling inside of me. Unfamiliar yet promising.

She lets out a breathy giggle. “You’re crazy for kissing me in an alley in downtown Chicago.”

“I’ll protect you. Besides, you’re crazy for what you are about to let happen.”

Quickly, I glance to the side to see my driver slow to the curb next to the alley and wait. I indicate to Sutton by pointing toward my car. In a hurry, we rush to the car. The divider is already up as we tumble onto our seats, and I slam the door shut, causing the sounds of the city traffic and a crosswalk signal to vanish.

Sutton’s breath comes quick from our kiss, laughter bubbling beneath the surface. As the car glides into motion, she tosses her hair back and fixes her gaze on me.

We're both basking in a thrill.

I’m about to speak, but I don’t get a chance to form a sentence because Sutton shifts quickly to straddle me. “Screw that. We don’t need to wait.” She’s riding the hem of her skirt up.

This woman has just opened a key to my soul.

“Someone enjoys misbehaving,” I taunt as I reach up to grab her hair and bring her lips to mine as I shift under her.

“Did I not mention that skill?” Her voice is scratchy as her hips press against mine.

We’re rushing because this is what it is. Physical gratification.

The feeling of her hands fumbling between us causes me to drop my eyes down and create a little space as she attempts to unbuckle my pants. I’m not going to mess around, and I take control. There’s a clink of metal from my belt as she slides off one leg, balances on her other knee to remove her panties, and that’s when I notice she is wearing black suspenders with stockings as she bunches her skirt at her waist.

She’s a fucking temptress.

“Do you always wear those?” I have to briefly glance away to grab a condom from my wallet.

“Only when I have meetings scheduled with you.” I have no idea if she’s serious or not, but it doesn’t matter as I’m already hard for her.

Tossing her fully away, her back rests against the smooth leather, and I grab her knee as she willingly parts her legs for me. Her nails cling to my button-down shirt to pull me down against her as our lips slam together. I transfer my weight to one forearm, and the hand of my other sneaks between us and slips through the buttons on her blouse, popping them in the process, but I want to feel her breast in my palm and the taut nipple that pebbles against her lace bra.

Sutton continues to lift her hips, encouraging me to plunge right into her. My teeth nip at her collarbone that she offers, and the touch of her silky-soft skin brushes against my lips.

We’re still far too hurried and greedy, but I don’t give a damn.

Abandoning her chest, my fingers find her soaking pussy, and I circle around her clit with the pad of my finger before slipping in once to pump her, and her slickness is a fucking entrapment that I’m unable to resist.

Aligning myself, I slide into her in a blunt thrust. We’re warm. Everywhere. Arms, thighs, her pussy around my cock. It’s the car moving, I know, but it still feels as though every thrust rocks the backseat. Planting my palm above her head for leverage, I want to wreck her. It might be easy to do as her legs wrap tighter around me, pulling me in deeper.

Her eyes flare and meet mine as I plunge in so deep, I’m not sure I’m not hurting her. She claws into my buttocks, hanging on to me as I take as much as she’ll give. We’re two people who are frantic and want to take everything from one another.

She moans, I grunt, and every movement I’m going deeper, even though I’ve already filled her. But this woman has me lost, temporarily leaving this world and releasing every morsel of stress and wanting to clasp onto her so it never ends. This is perhaps what people would call ecstasy.

We find a tempo together. Not slow, only determined. Our mouths messily steal kisses from each other before my lips drag down her neck.