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“And I’m fucking you, Pretty Boy,” I promised him.
“You’re goddamn right you are,” he whispered, his breath hot on my lips. “Mine, Mayhem…”
“Then fuck me, Pretty Boy,” I demanded, before tracing my tongue along his lower lip, “Make me come…” I groaned when he shifted me himself. “Fuck me…”
“I’m going to fuck you,” he declared, biting my lip then kissing me with a hot sweep of his tongue. “I’m going to fuck you and fill you up and it’s going to be my cum sliding down your legs when we get out of the car…”
My mouth went absolutely dry at the description.
“You’re going to be filthy from me,” he swore as he began to rock me again and I couldn’t focus for the feel of him hitting deep with every upward thrust. “Me, Mayhem. My cum. When we get inside…I’m going to fill you again.”
My focus splintered as the pleasure fountained up inside of me. I wasn’t sure if it was his words or his movements, but the orgasm stormed through me. Fighting to catch my breath, I writhed on his lap, adding a twist to every rock of my hips. We kissed like we were in a battle and maybe we were. Pretty Boy shattered me as his hips stuttered and the first gush of wet heat flooded inside of me.
I swallowed his groan as he twisted on the seat and I was on it and he was still inside of me, while resting on his knees. “It’s all staying in there,” he whispered, little thrusts lighting me up. “Every drop.”
Shivers wracked me and then Milo kissed me, sweet and tender. The gentle laves of his tongue against the sting of my lower lip, soothed it. Then he eased out and he pressed his fingers to my cunt. Another shudder shook me as I realized he was pushing his cum back inside me.
The panties were gone so they’d be no help. Belatedly, my floating plummeted to earth as he stuffed his still wet cock back into his pants and then did them up. He smoothed down my skirt before taking a seat next to me. My legs were still spread and my hips tilted. The minute I moved, he was going to start slipping and sliding down my legs.
We had to walk through the lobby, past the doorman and the concierge, to the elevators. There might even be other residents or delivery people—strangers. They were all going to see us as I moved and his cum slid down my legs.
I licked my lips and then Milo pressed his wet fingertips, still salty with his release, to my mouth and I sucked them against my tongue.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Another shudder traveled up from my toes. Pretty Boy was rapidly becoming an addiction. From our first time together until now, it didn’t seem to matter when I had to leave him—I was so desperate to return that I risked mistakes and tactical errors to see him again.
Now, he was here… More, he seemed determined to stay. The car slowed to a stop and the door opened up front. A moment later, Wood opened the back door to let us out. Pretty Boy shot me a heated look as he took the case and climbed out first. Then he turned and offered me his free hand. My breasts ached a little as I took it and I didn’t even get one foot out of the car before the cum began to drip.
The smell of sex and Milo wrapped around me. Heat flushed my face and I lifted my chin as I met the knowing twinkle in Pretty Boy’s eyes. “Thank you, Wood,” I said almost automatically as Milo guided me toward the doors.
James, the doorman, opened up for us right away. “Miss Benedict. Mr. Hardigan.”
I smiled at him, half-floating on the surrealness of the way it felt, the phantom thrust of Milo’s cock seemed to still be inside me even if he was sticking to my thighs, slicking them as I walked. I rubbed them together for that brief few seconds as James got the door open.
Milton was at the desk and he stood as we came in. “Good evening Miss Benedict, Mr. Hardigan. The dry cleaning was delivered earlier, I had it taken up to your apartment.”
“Thank you,” I told him as we moved to the elevators, where Milo had to let go of my hand to swipe the card I’d made sure he had. If he was staying with me, he needed a key to get in and out after all. Wonder flushed through me as I caught sight of my appearance. My hair was mussed, my lipstick gone, my lips swollen and the pink flush on my cheeks extended to my chest.
That elicited another shiver and then we were inside the elevator and alone. I tilted my head, catching the scorching thirst in Pretty Boy’s eyes as he watched me. The smile on his lips was a dark promise and fresh heat speared me. It didn’t matter that I’d just had him and could still feel him.
When the doors opened, I strolled out with Pretty Boy right behind me. I had one of the two penthouse suites on this floor. I let us in and Pretty Boy locked up as I dropped my keys and clutch onto the table inside. The heat of him was behind me and then the zipper glided downward. I caught his gaze in the mirror across the room as the dress fell to the floor and left me in the strapless bra and torn panties.
“Show me,” Pretty Boy ordered and I spread my legs. He skated his hand down my belly to cup my cunt. “Good girl… now you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock. Then I’m going to carry you into that bedroom and fuck you until you can’t walk. Understood?”
Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I looked up to find those whiskey brown eyes boring into mine. “Shoes on or off?”
The reminder of our first time seemed to flash across his expression. “On,” he ordered and I straightened to walk the four steps down into the sunken living room. I pulled a pillow off the sofa and dropped it onto the floor before I went to my knees.
If he wanted me on my knees, he had to come to me. Without a word, he stripped off his jacket and tie as he prowled forward. The white dress shirt pulled taut against his thick chest and the shoulder holster served as the warning of how dangerous he could be.
His belt slid away and then his pants were open and his slick cock faced me, half-hard and sticky with our release. “Open up, Mayhem…”
ChapterSix
MILO
Morning arrived with a kind of abruptness as my eyes snapped open. Shadowy dreams lingered like the half-remembered nightmares they were. Sweat dotted my face and I twisted my head to find the bed next to me cool and empty. Closing my eyes, I fell back against the pillows. My heart wasn’t quite racing, but it was definitely unsteady.
