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“I do,” I said. “Yes.”
“Say please, Solange.”
“Please.”
The ache was becoming unbearable. I had to watch, I needed to see this. Our eyes met, his looking up at me with wicked mischief. Then the tip of his tongue met my clit, and in my head I said yes—until I heard something …
Clack.
What?
Then more.
Clack-clack, clack-clack.
Faraway footsteps! I let out a gasp, and my man reached up and covered my mouth with his hand. The footsteps drew closer and closer, until the intruder came to rest directly under our elevator cage. My stranger released his hand and, oh god, went back to licking me, with even greater urgency! Quiet. We have to be quiet!
The air in my lungs thickened. Shit, shit. I froze, my hand on his head. I stared down in horror, but he seemed calm, focused, his mouth continuing its delicious task, his licks becoming more insistent. Soon they were joined by his fingers thrusting into me. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to still his beautiful mouth on me, to stop him—momentarily—until the intruder left. But we were the intruders! And the risk of getting caught seemed only to inflame him more. He continued teasing me, his cheeks hollow, two fingers insistent, hungry, driving into me. He was enjoying my silent agony, and at one point took his finger from my dripping wetness and placed it against his shiny lips.
Shh, he mimed.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the arc of a flashlight appear. I pressed my hips forward into my man’s face, taking on the full assault of his licks, grabbing the cage to brace myself.
“Who’s there?” came the intruder’s voice from below.
Fuck. No! Terror coiled around my arousal as I squeezed my eyes shut. My mistake was looking down; this man was delirious in his need to pleasure me, his head moving back and forth. Silent, white-hot pleasure crashed over my body. I threw my head back, barely missing the cage, as the rush of blood flooded my ears, drowning out everything else, even, very briefly, my fear of getting caught.
I was coming hard, despite myself, because of him.
And I was coming harder than I ever have, completely against my own will, a thing that had never happened before and likely never would again. He was making me come. And so I tried both to shake it out of my body and to savor it, while the footsteps moved farther from us, down a different hall. This man kept his mouth on me even as I subsided.
After waiting a few more safe beats, I rested my hand on his beautiful head.
“Holy shit, that was close!” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “You could have gotten me in big trouble.”
He pulled away and delicately wiped his mouth with two fingers.
“Trust, Solange,” he said.
I could feel the energy leaving my limbs. He rose, eclipsing the light in the elevator. My arms went limp around his shoulders and he lifted me like I weighed nothing, perching me on the wooden rail lining the box.
God. We’re not done?
“I would never put you in jeopardy,” he said, smoothing my hair off my face with his big hands. “Unless that is what you wanted.”
He suddenly released his belt and undid his pants, letting them fall down. It took him a masterful second to secure a condom, and then, pausing for a moment to listen for any more sounds from below, he rubbed the firm head of his exquisite cock into my wet cleft, then eased into me. This man fucked me with a punishing desire, his muscled arms laced beneath my thighs, pinioning me just so. With every thrust, the outside world of mute pedestrians, dumb tourists and oblivious security guards drifted farther from my thoughts. He fucked me so hard, yet so silently, against that elevator wall that I sensed parts of my body I hadn’t felt before. And no matter how hard I tried to delay the tide of bliss, the pure joy of being fucked like this, here and now, before I knew it I was coming hard again. My lungs filled with dense air and his hands clutched my body as he thrust into me, over and over again.
“Yeah,” he said, his eyes on me. Seconds later, he came, his mouth encircling my ear, his tongue making me dizzy, his words, “Yes, yes, oh yeah,” following us down, down, down, as he pressed a button for the elevator to carry us back to earth.
I felt warm heading towards the waterfront parking lot to my car clutching my Step Three charm in my palm. Maybe because my skin was still overheated. But I knew the full effect of this public sex act wouldn’t hit me until I was safe at home, chin-deep in a tub of hot water.
“Solange!”
What the fuck! I jumped and dropped my charm on the pavement, where it bounced with a plink, plink, plink. It wasn’t the beautiful stranger from the elevator but my ex-husband, Julius, standing right in front of me, a triumphant look on his face.
With his shoe, he had stopped my charm from rolling under a nearby food truck. What the hell was he doing here? On Boxing Day? And where was Gus? My hands automatically went to my waist to tie my trench coat tighter. He can’t tell I’m naked. He can’t possibly know where I came from or what I was just doing. Calm. Down.
He bent to pick up the charm. “You dropped this,” he said, handing Trust to me without so much as a g
