Page 39 of Flirty Fall Fling

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she says, her eyes squeezed closed.

“Enjoy it.”

I memorize her pussy with my fingers as the band plays below us. This is the same woman I haven’t been able to get off my mind since the moment our eyes met. Now she’s letting me learn her and have her in ways I’ve only fantasized about.

I give her another finger, and she rocks her hips, riding my hand. Her mouth falls open, and I capture her lips, needing more of her. I curl my fingers, and she makes a sound the band barely covers up.

I kiss down her neck, down her chest, and my other hand moves into her dress. I kiss the top of her voluptuous tits, popping one out and taking her peaked nipple into my mouth. Her skin is sweet and soft. My cock is so hard that it might burst the seams of my pants, and I ignore it because tonight isn’t about me.

Her hands are in my hair, and she’s shaking as I slowly lead her to the ledge. Her body moves like she’s chasing it, so greedy, and if I keep going, she’ll jump with me. I’ve closed nine-figure deals and skated in front of twenty thousand people. None of it ever gave me satisfaction like pleasing her does.

“Come for me.”

“So. Damn. Close.” Both of her tits are out now, and she’s bracing herself on the bookshelf with one hand and trying to balance herself with the other hand.

Then her name travels down the hallway.

“Blaire? Are you up here?”

It’s Autumn’s voice.

I don’t stop.

She’s past the place where that’s even an option. Her eyes widen, and every muscle in her pulls tight. She groans against my chest and crumples under my touch. Her pussy squeezes my fingers tight as she loses herself. I hold her through it with one arm locked around her back. It’s the loudest but quietest moment of my life as she gasps for air.

Autumn’s voice gets closer. “Blaire?”

I place my fingers in my mouth and suck. “Mmm. You taste so fucking good. I can’t wait to have more.”

“Hide. Now,” she says with swollen lips, trying to quickly re-situate herself back into that dress that fits her like a second skin.

I grab my jacket and move behind the desk and duck down just as the door swings open.

“Blaire,” Autumn says, moving inside.

My heart races, but I’m so fucking elated.

“I’ve been searching everywhere for you. I thought you’d left.”

I peer around the desk and find Blaire, who’s searching the bookshelf.

“No, just clearing my mind.”

Thirty seconds ago, she came apart in my hands. Now I’m crouched on the floor of my friend’s library, hiding like a teenager, holding my breath with the taste of her on my tongue. Six months ago, had anyone told me this is what I’d be doing in September, I’d have called them a liar. I never predicted any of this.

I’ll agree to her rules, but I’m letting the universe decide our fate.

11

BLAIRE

Iwake up in my four-poster bed with sunlight pushing through the balcony doors. Last night is the first thing that comes to mind before I open my eyes.

It’s been years since I’ve been with anyone—years since I’ve given anyone a chance because it’s easier.

My mind drifts to Jamie and how we made a pact.

My eyes pop open.