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“’Nough said,” Voss says, the serious tone of his voice sending me over the edge.
My head hurts from laughing so much, or maybe it’s just the exhaustion of having gotten my ass up early to set up for this. “Part of me wants to cry. I can’t believe I did this.” I press the button to the garage level, about twelve floors down from the conference room, and rest my head against the mirrored wall.
“Well, that’ll teach you to read the fine print, won’t it?”
“You didn’t have to do that back there. I feel like you’ve rescued me more times this week than anyone has my whole life.”
He sets the basket on the floor of the elevator and crowds me against the wall. “Stay with me.”
“What?”
“I’ll get a room. We’ll get some wine. Fuck all night.”
My spine vibrates with a chill, and I mentally swallow the visual he’s planted in my head. “Voss … I have … I have to pick up Jonah. I mean, Oliver. From Jonah’s.”
“Three hours, Star Wars. That’s all I want.” He toys with a curl in my hair, smoothing the strand between his fingers. “Three hours with you. Alone.”
“I don’t …”
Palm cupping my jaw, he crushes his lips to mine, the spicy cinnamon of his breath only adding to the delicious taste in my mouth. Voss doesn’t just kiss, he consumes, engulfing me in his heat. What began as a tiny spark of excitement in my fingertips catches flame inside me and moves through my veins as if to burn through every ounce of my resistance. “Three hours. Please.”
The husky tone of his voice bleeds a small bit of desperation, like every minute counts against him.
“Voss. Do you think that’s a good idea?”
The elevator dings, and he steps aside, when it opens to the sixth floor and an older woman walks on. She smiles and turns her back to us, the awkward silence broken by the gasp that escapes me, when Voss snakes his hand down my ass and between my thighs.
The woman turns to smile again and clears her throat, before returning her attention toward the numbers counting down the floors.
Fingertips dancing across the sensitive skin between my legs, he fondles me in the most deliciously forbidden way. Every nerve in my body hums as the pad of his finger traces closer across my skin to the thin fabric separating him from what he’s made clear he wants most.
He finds it, reaching lower, until he’s probing the entrance, warning me of what’s to come.
Literally.
Lips parted, I close my eyes, mentally willing myself not to breathe too harshly. Not to get too caught up in the fantasies of being fingered right here in public, behind some poor, unsuspecting lady who has no idea how wicked this man is.
As if he read my mind last night in the bathtub. I’m dizzy with want, and his touch is selling exactly what I need right now.
“Three hours,” he whispers, but certainly not quiet enough for what he’s doing to me. “Deal?”
“Shhhh!”
The older woman clears her throat a second time.
Running his finger up and down my slit, he kisses the shell of my ear. “If you don’t, my dick will fall off, and I’ll spend the rest of my life masturbating with a pillow.”
Hand slapped to my face, I try to cap the snort that escapes me, and my body convulses with silent laughter.
“Please. Do it for the pillows.” He smiles against my cheek and bites at my earlobe, which truth be told, only adds to the dizzy sensation from before. “Will you stay with me?”
“What’s the significance of three hours?” I whisper, and goddamn, this elevator is taking forever.
“You’ll have to stay with me to find out.” The moment his fingers break contact, the knot in my stomach eases, and the wetness he’s stoked saturates my cotton panties until they’re sliding against my skin.
The elevator dings again, opening to the lobby, and before the older woman in front of us exits, she turns around, setting her hand on my arm, and leans in. “Life’s short, sweetheart. Rent the room. For the sake of pillows everywhere.” With a wink, she hobbles away.
Eyes wide with horror, I thump my fist into Voss’s shoulder. The door closes again, and he grabs either side of my face, backing me into the wall.
