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It pleases me so much to see that she is ready and able to hold court here now. There were weeks where she flinched as soon as anyone turned around, expecting them to do the worst thing, to say something vulgar. After what Kelsey did to her, how could I blame her? But she's finally starting to blossom and come into her own personality. The confident, courageous beauty I know she really is. The side that Kelsey stole from her.
“King,” comes a voice. I turn to locate the origin and see a face I don't immediately recognize. Then I realize I had encountered him briefly during a deal that went sideways. Well, it went sideways for him. I got the best of it, of course. That's business.
I hold out my hand and he shakes it, perhaps a little harder than strictly necessary. “Mr. Maillot, isn't it?” I ask.
He nods curtly, apparently annoyed that I'm pretending not to remember him.
“Nice to see you again,” he practically snarls. The reddening folds of his jowls shake over the top of his starched collar. His eyes flicker toward Jordan blandly then spark with interest. I see his lips part slightly, his breath rancid as his mouth curls into a sneer.
“What have we here?” he asks, his voice oily and impertinent.
I want to take Jordan by the hand and drag her behind me to shield her from the implication that is plain in his expression. He knows her. But by the way she stiffens and draws herself even more regal and upright, I could tell she already knows it too. She knows, and she's prepared to do battle.
“Ma cheri, would you mind getting me a glass of champagne?” I murmur, turning so that she has to look up at me. I want her attention on me, not on him, and not dwelling in the past.
“We have met before,” Maillot says, his upper lip retracting to display his narrow, widely spaced teeth.
“I'm sure we haven't,” Jordan says smoothly.
While I'm proud of her grace under pressure, I can't fight the urge to protect her any longer. My hand circles just above her elbow and I begin to draw her away.
“Pardon us, Maillot, I see someone we need to talk with —”
“— of course you do!” Maillot blurts triumphantly. “And I must say, congratulations on your… acquisition! I'll be seeing you, my dear.”
I doubt that very much, I promise him silently as I drag Jordan away. Her tiny kitten heels scrape along the slate tiles.
“King, wait,” she objects. “I can't run that fast… What are you doing?”
I find a barrier and I pull her behind it. Then to cover my outburst, I lace my fingers behind her neck and pull her up, pressing her tight against me, perhaps tightly enough she can't breathe.
But her mouth is pliant and welcoming, her taste as sweet as ever as my tongue traces the seam of her lips.
“There is something I have to tell you, darling,” I whisper against her mouth.
I have to. I know that I have to tell her.
“Tell me anything,” she sighs into my mouth, yielding to me utterly.
But the need is too great. The feeling of her long, supple limbs under the thin fabric of the dress is too much for me. I can feel pre-cum dribbling from the tip of my cock as I hold her there, and I'm going to ruin my slacks if I don't take care of that.
“Just a moment,” I grunt and circle her in my arms.
Along the shadowed back wall is a small bathroom, probably reserved for docents and other knowledgeable personnel. I find the door unlocked and fling it open, dragging us both inside. It's a single stall with a porcelain sink and small commode. But it will do.
I don't even turn on the light switch, just lean down to tug the hem of her dress over her hips and then grab her ass in both hands and lift her onto the edge of the sink.
“You're not wearing any panties,” I growl into her neck as my fingers slide against her shaved, slick furrow. She's already swollen and open for me, wanting me.
“I was hoping we would do this,” she moans as her hands fumble against the front of my trousers. As soon as those long, soft fingers wrap around my heavy, throbbing cock, I can feel it pulse. I am seconds
away from coming already as she tugs at my length, letting her palm slide along the slippery pre-come that covers the head.
“I need to fuck you, Jordan. I need you right now!”
She nods in the darkness, biting and licking a hot trail along the side of my neck. My trousers fall to the floor and tangle around my ankles as I enter her quickly, taking her all at once, bottoming out against her soft, shaved pussy. Immediately I am hammering into her as her wet sheath clasps against me like a mouth, sucking the life out of me, drawing the orgasm right out of me.
I was right. I begin to come immediately in bouts. It splashes against the porcelain as it flows back out of her with every wet, overflowing thrust. She mewls and bites my neck, shuddering hard as she climaxes, her fingers clawing against my shoulders.
