Page 14 of All We Want

It was cute that she decided to announce herself at the reception desk this time instead of finding a way to sneak in. Though admittedly the last time she had gotten in was during a party, where she was able to bypass the main penthouse security.

I had been on edge for the entire day after Aiden delivered the request that she attend dinner, along with the very detailed play by play of how he delivered it. I had also already watched the recording of the show that Ro had made her perform last night, and then had to fuck my fist twice from the memories of her face and the sounds she made.

Now I was walking a very thin tightrope of control.

And as the elevator doors open to the foyer where I’m retrieving her, I’m surprised that the tightrope doesn’t snap. Fuck. Me.

She is wearing a stunning red velvet dress. The top of it dips low between her gloriously ample breasts, but then there is a line of cuts pinned by a gem clasp every few inches. The cuts lead all the way from the dip and then in a curve until it reaches the top of her left thigh where it completely splits open. The split at her hip makes it very clear that she doesn’t have any underwear on at all.

My jaw tightens involuntarily as I take in the sight of her, the red velvet hugging her gorgeous curves in all the right places. She seems acutely aware of the effect she had on me, a playful glint in her eyes as they lock onto mine. The dress, provocative in its design, leaves little to the imagination and stirs a primal desire that I struggled to contain.

"Good evening," she purrs, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

I manage a curt nod, momentarily caught off guard. The scent of her perfume wafts through the air, adding to the sensory overload.

As she steps into the elevator, the doors shut, enclosing us in an intimate space. The silence crackles with tension, the unspoken awareness of each other.

Then, in a heartbeat, my control snaps with a resounding "Fuck it." In a swift motion, I shove her against the wall of the elevator, my hand wrapping around her throat with a possessive grip. Our mouths collide in a searing kiss, the hunger that built inside me throughout the day unleashed.

My other hand finds its way to her leg through the provocative slit in her dress. She responds by lifting her leg and wrapping it around mine, the connection between us intensifying.

Breaking the kiss, I look into her eyes, my voice low and rough, "Tell me, a stór, if I move me hand higher, will I find ya wet pussy bare for me?"

A mischievous smile plays on her lips. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" she teases.

The elevator continues to ascend and so does my hand, each floor bringing us closer to the penthouse, while my hand grows closer to its destination.

Her skin is so warm and soft under my fingers as I trail them higher. But nothing compares to the hot, wet heat of her pussy when my fingers find it, completely bare.

A soft, breathy moan escapes her as my fingers slide through her folds. I lightly tease my fingers around her clit and am about to plunge my fingers inside of her when the elevator reaches the penthouse. The doors open behind me before I can even move.

“And here I thought ya told us we couldn’ skip straight to dessert.”

I glance over my shoulder at Ro and see him holding the elevator open while smirking at me.

I withdraw my hand slowly, a reluctant separation from the intoxicating warmth between her thighs. She bites her lip, a mixture of frustration and desire evident in her eyes. The tension in the elevator lingers, the unspoken energy between us crackling like electricity.

"Well, ya know I’ve always had a sweet tooth," I retort. The atmosphere is charged, and Ro's knowing grin only adds fuel to the fire.

"Sweet tooth or not, Aiden's waitin’. Let's not keep him waitin’ any longer," Ro suggests, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

With a nod, I lead the way out of the elevator, she follows closely behind, and Ro brings up the rear, still wearing that infuriatingly amused smirk. The tension hangs in the air as we enter the penthouse.

Aiden stands in the living room, a glass of amber liquid in hand. His gaze flickers up as we enter, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Took ya long enough," he remarks, his eyes moving from me to her, capturing every nuance of the charged atmosphere.

Ro saunters past me, slapping me on the back as he heads towards Aiden. "Well, someone wanted to ‘ave his cake and eat it too," he quips.

Aiden looks from me to her with an arched brow and a grin.

Scarlette huffs in response. “There was unfortunately no eating involved.”

Ro's laughter echoes through the room as he takes a seat, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Aiden observes us with an amused glint in his eyes. "Well, now that we be all here, can we focus on the matter at hand?" he suggests, his tone betraying a hint of impatience.

Scarlette straightens her dress with a composed demeanor, a smirk playing on her lips. "By all means, let's get down to business. I'm sure that's what we're all here for, right?" she replies, her gaze shifting between Aiden and me.

Aiden chuckles, setting aside his glass as he approaches us. "Business first, pleasure later. Always da priority." His eyes do another sweep of Scarlette, before he leans down to brush a kiss against her cheek and murmur something in her ear that has her eyes fluttering and heat coloring her cheeks.

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