Page 63 of More Than Words

How she sounded when she came...

The quiet little moans she made when my dick was in her mouth...

How it felt to have her coming on my cock, knowing anyone could walk by and hear her, or catch us...

Okay, maybe I was royally fucked. But I’d figure it out. And I wouldn’t know anything until I asked.

“Are you hungry?”

Turning onto the street near my building, I was thankfully able to find a spot, maneuvering my car into the space quickly before some asshole tried to poach it.

“I’m still full from the sausage you fed me.” Her voice was quiet as she looked over, her fingers flexing over my hand. “Maybe we can order in something later if we work up an appetite.”

At first, I thought she’d been playfully insinuating something, but the look in her eyes threw me off. Isobel rarely looked apprehensive about anything. I could tell she was uncertain about why I was so adamant we talk.

“Definitely. Have to keep you fed or you’ll get hangry. Don’t need you getting all grumpy on me again.”

“That was one time, and it was the ass crack of dawn. I’m not a morning person. You know that.”

“Mmhmm.”

Her nose scrunched as her eyes narrowed. I knew she wanted to say something, but she was holding back.

She’d been doing that quite a bit lately, and I had to admit I missed her ire. Part of our dynamic was riling each other up. Just because we got each other off now shouldn’t change that.

Being a dickhead was somehow foreplay. Lucky me.

“Are we going to sit in the car all night?”

Fuck. I just needed to suck it up and take her inside.

“Stay where you are,” I ordered while I unbuckled and grabbed my keys out of the cup holder. Her soft laughter followed me as I jumped out and slammed my door.

“I told you that you didn’t have to put on the gentlemanly act with me,” she teased when I pulled open her door, extending a hand to help her out.

“And I told you it wasn’t an act.”

“Sure. Whatever you say.” She walked past me, and I couldn’t help myself, playfully swatting her ass. She yelped and glared at me over her shoulder. “Gentlemen don’t spank.”

“You bet your sweet ass they do. I thought we’d covered this already,” I challenged, following her to the entrance of my building and swiping my digital entry card. She stepped in ahead of me and stopped in front of the elevator doors. A quick glance around the lobby to confirm we were alone, and I crowded against her back, possessively gripping her hip as I pulled her flush with me. “Gentlemen most certainly spank. Does the thought of being bent over my knee make you wet, Isobel?”

Her chest shook as she tried to hold in a laugh. “No, but the thought of spanking that cocky attitude right out of you might.”

Groaning quietly into her hair, I traced my hand down, cupping her pussy over the denim of her shorts. “I always knew you had a bit of a dominant streak. I can’t wait for you to let it out.”

“I don’t know if you can handle giving me control,” she teased, pressing her ass right into my building erection. Isobel seemed to enjoy fooling around—and more—while there was the potential to get caught.

“Try me.”

Her hand reached back, pressing between our bodies while we watched the numbers go down on the digital panel above the elevator doors. “I bet I could make you come in your pants before we get to your floor if I tried hard enough.”

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, burying my nose into the back of my hat, wanting to grab her braids and tug, just to hear the moan I knew she’d give me.

“What if there’s someone else in the elevator with us? Could you manage then? If someone tried to watch what you were doing to me in the reflection of the doors? I bet you’d like it if someone watched you drive me crazy. If they imagined your soft hand on them instead of me.”

Her fingers crept underneath the hem of my t-shirt, toying with the button of my jeans, her breathing picking up as she released it, tugging on my zipper, but not pulling it down.

“Imagine their faces if the doors opened to you flushed and trying to play with my cock in the lobby. Such a filthy little minx.” I hadn’t called her anything remotely degrading before—except for my snarky comment about her being Boss Bitch Barbie—but the quiet moan that slipped from her lips clued me in that she might enjoy it. Noted.

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