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I pushed up on my toes and pressed my mouth to his, no longer able to hold myself back. I moaned at the first taste of whiskey and mint and melted against his chest, promising myself I’d do anything needed, compromise in any way I could, to keep this bellend.
“Fuck you taste good,” he groaned, deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine.
My hands gripped his lapels, desire rushing through me and making my knees weak. He was hard against my stomach, and I was so full of need for him that I no longer felt the chill, my body on fire. I ground against him, ready to combust, and I begged him for more.
CHAPTER9
Riding up to the fourth floor with other guests had been a test of patience, the tension continuing to build as we slowly climbed floors. He had a bruising grip on my hip as I stood in front of him at the back of the crowded elevator, lightheaded with need.
I ground against him, unable to help myself when he started whispering deliciously naughty things in my ear. The way I felt in his arms. The things he wanted to do to me. The way he wanted me. His voice was raspy and choked, suffering from the same need I was, and it only made me more desperate.
No one else could hear him, but it felt like they could, and that thought only made the words hotter.
I needed off that elevator before I threw all caution to the wind and fucked him with an audience.
I had never needed anyone, or anything, the way I needed him and the wait was torturous.
I stared straight ahead, struggling to control my breathing as he caressed lower, closer to where I burned for him.
“I cannot wait until this dress is a ruined puddle on the floor.” When my frantic eyes met his longing ones over my shoulder, he kissed me, swallowing my stuttered breaths.
I reached behind me, palming his dick and squeezing. He released a quick breath into my mouth and pushed against my palm before pulling his mouth away, breathing heavily, and looked down at me. His pupils were blown, red stained his cheeks, and I was about to pull his mouth back to mine when the elevator dinged at our floor.
He grabbed my hand and we practically ran to our room, attacking each other as soon as the door slammed closed behind us.
Our mouths and teeth clashed, and I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, the jacket hitting the floor. I yanked the tie from his neck and reached for his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. When the buttons wouldn’t cooperate, I lost patience and tore at it, buttons pinging against the tile floor.
I sighed, finally laying my hand on his warm, smooth chest. Thick muscles contracted under my fingers, and I curled them and dug in, wanting to drag them all over his body. At the same time, I wanted to dig in and hold on.
He was mine. My assistant. My friend. My lover. Mine. And I had a rather savage urge to claim him.
He gripped my hair, pulling my head back, and buried his face in my neck. I inhaled gasping breaths as he licked and sucked, driving my pulse racing so fast I was afraid I would pass out if he didn’t touch me where I needed him.
His hands were gliding over silk, adding fuel to the fire while his mouth burned me alive.
I titled my head, giving him better access, and ran my nails down his chest. He groaned into my neck and sank his teeth in. I moaned, loud and long, trembling in his arms and trying to push myself against him, even though we were already melded together, out of my mind unlike ever before.
I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and he stopped touching me long enough to shake it off. Even that felt too long.
I fisted the hair at the back of his head and brought his mouth back to mine. Delicious, I sucked on his tongue and ground against his cock, but it wasn’t enough.
“I can’t wait, Mark,” I panted. I had wanted that man for years and I didn’t want to wait a minute longer to have him.
He broke the kiss and I whined.
He chuckled and reached to push the straps off my shoulders, one by one, until the dress was gathered around my waist, my breasts bare, and nipples tightening into painful points that ached for his touch. I shimmied my hips until the dress fell the rest of the way to the floor, leaving me standing before him in only my lace red thong.
His eyes ran down the length of my body, hungrily feasting on my bare skin. The way he looked at me was possessive, carnal. Like he was going to eat me alive and I would ask for more and holy fuck was I turned on.
He palmed my breast, bent his head, and pulled my pink nipple between his lips, sucking hard. My head fell back, a cry escaping, and I held him to me, grinding on air. Needing more. Needing release. Needing him.
I reached for his belt buckle, but he pulled his hips back, shaking his head.
“Lean back against the door.”
“Please. I need to touch you.”
“Quinn, lean back against the door. I have been wanting to taste you and you’ll need the support.”
