Page 79 of Pink

It was a fifteen-floor trip.

He had her shaking and begging in ten.

“Oh, my God … oh my—Lev, please.”

Every one of her breathless pleas only urged him on more. The way she twisted in his hold, her hips rocking against the fingers he filled her with, twisted his need for her into something darker and dangerous.

Dangerous, because he couldn’t get enough. Not when she finally came undone for him, head tipped back to the wall with lips parted wide where the camera overhead could see her pleasure, and not when he kissed her as the elevator finally came to a stop, opening to a private entrance for the penthouse suite.

He was sure there were other ways to enter.

He didn’t care to ask then.

Gigi watched him, her chest rising high with every breath, as he pulled his hand from between her thighs and lifted the two fingers he’d used to make her come to his mouth. No sense in wasting honey, right?

He sucked the taste of her pussy from his fingers, and then told her, “Next taste is yours, babe, if you ask me nicely. That’s a promise.”

Not even giving her the chance to respond, Lev yanked Gigi away from the wall and spun them both around to step out of the elevator together. His mouth slammed into hers for another breathless kiss that she answered back beautifully. Every flick of her tongue and sweep of her lips felt like war against the fight of his own to maintain dominance. He loved that she fought him, though.

It only made him want to win more.

In their haste, their backs found one wall. And then another. Each time, something else was shed. His shirt. Then her top when he finally figured out how to get those damn buckles off. By the time they finally made it to the bedroom at the far end of the suite, Lev realized they had walked through three separate rooms.

The suite was huge.

He didn’t care.

The only thing he wanted right then was to be buried balls deep in Gigi Rey Parker. He wanted to hear her screaming his name and feel every inch of her pussy hug his dick when he made her come again and again.

All fucking night.

He hit the light switches on the wall, sending color cascading through the bedroom from all corners. He wanted the lights on for this.

Lev met Gigi where she stood at the edge of the bed. He dragged her in close for one more kiss. Holding her jaw, he took control, demanding with each strike of his tongue against hers until she was shaking, and her lips trembled as his kiss slowed.

“These stay on,” he said, his fingers curling into the fishnet stockings. With a hard twist, he ripped the thin strings between her thighs, leaving a gap that he knew would work for him. “But get that fucking skirt off, sweetheart.”

She rushed to obey when he finally released her from his hold. He didn’t waste time, either. As she shimmied out of the leather mini skirt, her gaze stayed locked on him like a missile ready to launch straight into him. When they exploded together, he knew it would be fucking glorious. She was still a work of art—pristine, golden skin dotted with freckles that he could spend hours tracing and memorizing. Curves he wanted to worship until the sun came up. Legs for days that he knew damn well looked a hundred times better wrapped around his head.

But they didn’t have time for all of that.

Not tonight.

Someday, he thought.

Why was he already planning for the next round?

When would enough be enough?

It wasn’t yet.

That was for sure.

Gigi sat on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together while he finished pulling off his pants, a foil packet already in hand.

“Open up—show me what you’ve got for me, sweetheart.”

She did.