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“Or perhaps it’s the cameras,” I lean in and whisper. “Because I know you like when people watch.”
Her breath hitches as goosebumps sprout up her arms. She knows I’m not wrong. My suspicions are confirmed when she plants her palm against my chest and shoves me until I hit the back wall with a thump.
“Maybe we should give them a show.” She rises on her toes and presses her lips to mine. I grip her hips, my fingertips digging into her soft flesh through her dress, and haul her to me. The elevator comes to a stop. I pull away from Holland and peek over her shoulder. Quickly, she steps to the side of me as a group of six people enter the elevator.
Once the doors close, I wrap my arm around her shoulder and slowly drag my hand down the open back of her dress. My fingertips caress her heated skin as I inch my way downward until I reach the curve of her ass. She shivers at the contact, and I give her a wink before my fingers dance down to the hem of her dress. Luckily, her heels give her a few extra inches and I don’t have to bend down as much. When I reach the edge, I slide my hand underneath, naturally hiking the back of her dress up, exposing her backside. But we’re so crammed in here that no one pays attention.
As the elevator continues to climb, my hand travels down. Holland’s chest rises and falls with each passing second, as if she knows what I’m about to do and is expecting it to happen. While everyone else in the elevator talks amongst themselves, I bend my knees slightly and run a finger down her crack until I reach the apex of her thighs. Knowing what I want without having to say anything, she spreads her legs slightly to give me better access. The pad of my middle finger runs along the silk of her panties. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as her eyes flutter closed. I draw small circles on her pussy over the fabric, which has now become damp with her arousal.
Leaning down, I whisper so only she can hear, “Does knowing anyone could catch us right now turn you on?” Her lips fall open and she exhales a small gasp.
The elevator comes to a halt and the doors open. I remove my hand, drop the back of her dress, and smooth it down, mostly so I could run my hand over her ass again. Everyone else files out of the elevator followed by Holland and myself. I catch up to stand next to her, my hand resting on her lower back. Any opportunity to touch her, I’ll take it. Though we’re silent the entire walk, the sexual chemistry radiates off us in waves. I’m drowning in her and right now I don’t want saving. Once we reach her door, she pulls out her key card. A split second later, the light flashes green, and she pushes the door open. I reach over her and hold the door while she walks into the narrow foyer.
As soon as the door clicks shut, I tug her wrist and spin her around, crashing my lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Not being able to kiss her this entire time has been torture. She wraps her arms around my neck as I deepen the kiss. I turn us around and slam her back against the nearest wall. Using it for leverage, I wrap a hand around her knee, hiking her leg over my hip, all while never breaking our kiss. Finally, I get to touch her like I’ve wanted to all night. Slowly, I drag my hand up her silky-smooth thigh until my fingertips reach her panties. With the pad of my finger, I rub slow, lazy circles over the soaking wet fabric covering her pussy. A moan escapes her throat and I swallow down every sound. I repeat the motion but this time her head falls back, breaking our kiss.
“Oh, God. I’m going to combust any moment.” She releases another whimper when I brush over her clit. Her breathing shallows as she pushes out the next words. “Wait. Hold on.” I instantly freeze. “Just so you know, I don’t normally do this. Find a random guy at the bar and take him home for sex.”
“You don’t need to explain anything to me.”
“I needed to get that out.”
“Do you feel better now?”
“I do.”
“I’m glad I’m the lucky guy, then.” I place an open mouth kiss on her collarbone, then move up to her neck. She tilts her head to give me better access, and I take it.
She bucks her hips against my hand, and I take that as my cue to keep going. Her breathing is heavy as she mutters, “Don’t stop.”
“I have no intentions of stopping until I get at least seven orgasms from you.”
“Overachiever.” She squirms in my arms. A throaty moan escapes as I brush over her clit.
“Determined,” I mumble against the side of her neck.
“You better get to it. We don’t have all night.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I push her panties to the side and slide two fingers between her folds, her sweet honey covering my fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out in pleasure. “Also, don’t call me ma’am.”
I laugh. My warm breath skates across her damp, sensitive skin. I press against her tight opening before plunging a finger in.
“I take that back. Call me whatever you want. Just. Don’t. Stop.” Her words come out in breathy pants. She wraps her arms around my shoulders. Her fingers comb through my hair before her nails dig into my scalp, clutching my dark strands.
I pull out and add a second finger, stretching her even more when I push back in. Her hips grind against my hand each time I pull out and plunge back in. With my free hand, I pull the strap of her dress off her shoulder and place kisses across her chest. When I reach the swell of her tits, I suck the soft flesh, leaving tiny bite marks in my wake. I pull down the top of her dress, her pebbled nipples exposed to the cool air. While I continue to pump in and out of her, I suck one hardened peak into my mouth. Pumping faster, I swirl my tongue around her nipple. Her moans get louder until she finally detonates, screaming my name. Her nails dig into my scalp. She rides out her orgasm as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
I release her nipple with a pop. “I believe that’s number one. Hold on.” With her arms still wrapped around my shoulders, I lift her other leg until I’m carrying her weight, her body pressed up against mine. I turn around and enter the rest of the enormous suite. “Where do you want your next orgasm? On the couch? The table may be sturdy enough. Against the window? Then the city below can see how fucking sexy you are as you come for me.” Her breath hitches at the last one, telling me that’s her answer.
When I’m standing in front of the floor to ceiling window, I drop my arms holding Holland up and she slowly slides down the front of my body. Once her feet are firmly planted on the floor, I take a step back.
“Take off the dress.”
She raises her right arm and with her left hand she tugs on the zipper until it stops at the end. One strap at a time, she pulls them over her shoulders until the fabric flutters and pools at her feet. She steps out of the dress and lifts her leg to pull off her heels.
“The shoes stay on.”
A smile flirts on her lips. She drops her leg and stands to her full height wearing nothing but a tan silk thong and heels. My heart stops. Time ceases to exist. I’m surprised I don’t pass out when all my blood rushes south.
