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My hands claw at him, first at the vest of his suit, shoving it off his shoulders, then at the knot of his tie, ripping it from around his neck, and finally at his hair.
His gloriously soft hair.
My hands drag through the thick strands, grasping at them to bring him closer, so much closer. I can’t get enough as his mouth moves over mine, skipping any initial teasing in favor of a full-blown assault.
His lips ravage mine as he parts them with ease and shoves his tongue into my mouth. When I suck it in return, one of us moans but I don’t know who. It might have been the both of us. He grabs my ass with greedy hands, palming my cheeks and using his hold to press me against his hard length.
I can feel him, hot and pulsing against my stomach, and his need matches my own. I arch into him and this time, it’s definitely him who moans.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He growls, not bothering to lift his mouth and speaking his words directly against my lips.
I nod emphatically and whimper my approval as my frantic hands reach blindly for the buttons of his dress shirt. Our noses bump and we share ragged breaths as his palms move to clutch my waist, roving over my hips and stomach like he can’t keep his hands immobile on my body.
Already, this is far hotter than anything else I’ve experienced. My senses are fraught, my mind gone. All that’s left is the unspeakable yearning in my bones and my pussy for this near stranger.
I want him.
Ineedhim inside me.
He’s like a man possessed as he rips the straps of my dress off my shoulders and thrusts his face between my tits. He runs his mouth over the hot flesh, biting and licking and sucking at it like a rabid animal. The corset of my bodice keeps my breasts covered still, but they’re bursting against the fabric, desperate to come out and be played with.
My hands are in his hair and I moan loudly as my eyes close and my head falls back against the wall behind me. I arch into his mouth.
Frantic. This whole encounter is frantic. Desperate hands and greedy mouths and unadulterated need.
The elevator dings, loud and disruptive.
In a heartbeat, he rips himself off me.
I open my eyes in time to see him fall almost drunkenly back against the wall opposite me, putting distance between us as the doors open.
The blood rush to my head and the arousal thrashing in my entire body dull my cognitive abilities. For long moments, I don’t understand why he’s put a stop to this.
I stare at him, dragging in ragged, gasping breaths. My tits are pushed so tightly against my dress that with the straps dropped around my shoulders and the way I fight for oxygen, they almost spill completely out of my top.
He looks at me like he’s going to devour me. The exhilaration I feel at that prospect is as heady as a drug. His eyes burn with lust, his stare all-consuming as he physically restrains himself on the other side of the elevator.
A man walks in whistling a tune and thumbing his keycard between his fingers. His eyes immediately zero in on me, his whistling cutting off abruptly mid-note.
I can’t imagine what I look like to him. My hair is disheveled, bruises are forming on my half-exposed breasts, and my legs are spread wantonly in my tight, short dress as I struggle to catch my breath. I look like a present that’s already been half unwrapped and the state of my clothes doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
If Gary thought I was an escort earlier, then this man must think I just finished a job with a very satisfied customer.
Gary goes unnoticed as the man stares lasciviously at me. His eyes rake lewdly down my body and he licks his lips. I swallow thickly, a hint of fear rattling my confidence. I’m suddenly very aware of the vulnerability of my position.
He’s so focused on me that he doesn’t stop to consider that someone else might be in the elevator with me. I see the moment he makes the decision to approach, arousal blooming like a lightbulb going off in his eyes.
He lifts a foot.
I inhale sharply.
He doesn’t get to take a step towards me before Gary’s voice claps through the silence like a crack of thunder.
“She’s with me,” he growls. “Look the fuck away.”
The threat in his voice is so clear and dark that the other man turns and jumps with a curse, immediately taking a step back and recognizing that he almost made a move on a very territorial predator’s prey.
He turns away from me, standing between the two of us and inches from the door. He reaches and repeatedly hits the button for the next floor, anxious to leave this tight space where emotions are so volatile that the air feels suffocating.
