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“Do you still want to be married? I was under the assumption that you are filing for divorce. That you and your soon-to-be ex agreed to live as though single...”
“How do you—” She stopped herself.
Demetri smiled. “I asked about you. If you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t. But I won’t pretend that I don’t want to.”
“I just—it’s...I don’t think I want to have any kind of relationship right now.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship either.” When he stopped for a red light, he looked over at her. “What do you want, Stacy?”
How long had it been since a man asked her what she wanted? How long had it been since any man looked at her with the blatant hunger Demetri was showing her he felt? Ignoring everything around them, he leaned over and kissed her. The feel of his lips pressed against hers sent delicious shivers throughout her body. When he pulled away, they were both breathing more heavily.
“I want you to get us back to my apartment just as fast as you can,” she whispered. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
With a predatory smile, Demetri made the car purr as they sped off the second the light shifted back to green.
After shifting gears, he rested his hand on her leg. After a few seconds he removed his hand to shift once again, this time sliding her skirt up so that his palm rested on the silk stocking that ended at the top of her thigh. A third shift allowed his fingers to rest against the crease of her leg, his index finger reaching out to stroke her satin-covered sex.
Stacy’s newly manicured nails were digging into her palms as his finger slipped beneath her panties. She felt the car pause, waiting for him to shift the gears again. She was dreading losing the feeling of his finger pressing against her hot flesh. Instead she watched as he released the steering wheel and shifted gears with his left hand before quickly returning to the wheel.
Looking over at her, Demetri winked a second before his finger slid between her pussy lips to circle her clit. Moisture pooled between her legs, and she tried to shift to allow him better access to her body. His finger stroked her, delving deeper and slipping into her dripping pussy.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he told her.
Stacy couldn’t wait either, but she didn’t think she could say anything. She was having a hard time remembering how to breathe as his finger moved in and out of her body. When he added a second finger, she moaned. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed whatever he decided to do to her. When he pulled his hand away from her, she jerked her eyes open.
“I thought you’d prefer not to give the valets a show,” he smiled.
“Oh. Then I guess I can forgive you.” She tried for levity, but all she wanted to do was to feel him pressed against her again.
“I promise to make it up to you.” Demetri winked at her as the valet approached the car.
Taking her hand, he led her into the building. Part of her wondered how often he was here if he was able to simply walk past the security desk.
“Where were we?” he asked as they waited for the elevator.
She wasn’t sure if she was still in the mood. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him being able to simply walk into her building. Could she be overreacting? Did he live here too? If so, why didn’t he just take her to his place? Was he married?
She heard him take a deep breath, then sigh. “I’m not going to like this, am I?” He rested his forehead against her.
“I just want to know why the security guard didn’t want to know who you are.”
“Does it matter?”
She opened her mouth to say that it did matter. She didn’t want to ruin someone else’s marriage as hers had been trampled on. But he didn’t give her the chance to talk. His mouth covered hers, his hands pulling her closer as his tongue thrust into her mouth.
Stacy moaned into his mouth, her arms circling him as she held on tight. Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging on the locks and making him growl into her. The sound turned her on more than she’d ever thought possible.
He nipped her lips before pulling back slightly. “I just had to know what that felt like one more time.”
Stacy thought about his previous question. Did it really matter why he was able to walk past the guard? Only one answer really did matter. “Are you involved with anyone? Girlfriend? Wife? Is there anyone, man, woman, or other being who considers you theirs?”
“No. Or at least, no one who has the right to make that claim.”
“Then let’s go.” She walked backwards onto the newly arrived elevator. Crooking her finger, she motioned to him. Wearing a smile that she could only call wolfish, he followed her, backing Stacy into a corner.
He growled again and lowered his head to her neck. His hands went to the front of her shirt and deftly unbuttoned it. Spreading the material, his nails scraped against her.
“Someone will see us,” Stacy blushed. She tried to pull the sides of her shirt back together.
