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In a heartbeat, the nobody game turns dangerous. Mine. He means me.
My shoulders press back flat against the velvety wall. My sex aches. Throbs. The third-floor light flicks off and the fourth-floor light flicks on, strange stars.
He kisses me. Melts me.
I’m a thief, and I’ve broken into somebody’s beautiful home. I’m enjoying their furniture, helping myself to their food, wearing their soft clothes. It’s wonderful, but it also hurts, because none of it can ever be mine.
Just one night.
He’s back on the skirt project, making a logjam of thick fabric and lining, like ropes around my hips and thighs. “Uh,” he says, stepping back, panting. “Get it off you.”
I start to unhook the waist.
“No, no, hell no.” He’s shaking his head. “Keep it on. Just pull it up.”
“You like when it’s pulled up.” My heart pounds. Even in this, he’s so specific in his vision.
“Do it.” He pants ferociously.
I can’t resist.
I bend over and grip the hem, gazing at him from under my lashes as I draw it up slowly, turning it inside out on myself. “You have to do it nice and neat,” I say. “Or it doesn’t get done at all.” I say it all prim and proper, because that goes with the skirt fantasy he has.
There’s a feral light in his eyes. The powerbroker billionaire of the century feels out of control.
Even before I have it all the way up, he falls to his knees in front of me. “Jesus, you’re so hot.” Strong fingers slide up to grab my fleshy butt cheeks as he presses his face to my panty-covered mound.
The elevator jolts to a stop. The doors slide open revealing a dark penthouse suite, moodily lit, city lights visible in the distance.
Smuckers escapes the elevator, leash dragging.
“Smuckers just…”
“Let him destroy the place.” His words are hot against my throbbing sex. His tongue rasps over the fabric. “Let him set the whole planet on fire.”
“Well, you have quite the low opinion of poor Smu—” My words die in my throat as rough fingers yank aside my soaked panties and invade my soaked folds, sliding, stroking.
Pleasure sparks through me. My knees turn to jelly.
“You are so wet.” He’s pushing my panties down my thighs, down my legs, pulling and mauling them off. “You kill me. You kill me with your secret hotness.”
He grips my calf. “Up.”
Shaking, I comply. He frees me from my panties, fingers and fabric a whisper against my ankle. He guides my leg over his shoulder, opening me to him. The air hits my heated core.
I grip the rail on either side of me, pulse racing. I have no right to be here.
I have no right to this man.
He kisses my bare mound, mauling it with his mouth, edging his lips deeper between my folds. I let out a strangled cry when he hits my clit.
Confident hands press the flesh down there wider. I squirm and whimper as he swipes a tongue over the length of my seam.
He holds me tight. “Vicky, Vicky, Vicky,” he breathes into my heat, licking me mercilessly. Rough whiskers abrade my inner thighs.
I feel wild. My blood rushes thick, like warm honey, throbbing through my veins.
“I have needed this,” he breathes, “so damn long.” His every word tickles my clit. “So damn long. I have needed this for so long.”
