Page 31 of Some Like It Hot

“That's a very good thing. They’re both going to be all over you, repeatedly.”

“Also, I think I’m going to like being fucked in my heels. But that’s never happened before, so I’m not sure.”

“Fuck yes,” I growl against her neck. “Love, the more firsts you give me, the happier I’m going to be.” I run my hands from her hips, down her ass and down her thighs. God, this woman’s curves make me crazy. “Make me the happiest man in Chicago and tell me that you don’t have to be anywhere until late tomorrow morning.”

She leans back against me and says, “Early morning. I have to open the bakery.”

“But I can have you all night?”

She nods. “Yes.”

That’s all I need to hear.

I spin her and pull her in close. I wrap her hair around my hand and tip her head back. The heels put her at the perfect height that I barely have to bend to seal my mouth over hers. She makes a sweet little moaning noise as our mouths connect. I lick over her bottom lip, demanding entrance. I need to fully taste her. Now.

Sweetly, obediently, she parts her lips, her tongue meeting mine as I take her mouth fully. We kiss, just drinking each other in for long, hot moments. I’ve thought about our first kiss so often that it feels surreal to be kissing her now. But even as I realize this is truly only our third kiss and should be more or less an introduction and discovery between us, it feels like I’ve been kissing this woman forever. And I know that I might never want to stop.

I don’t feel that it’s egotistical to say that I’ve had a lot of women in my life. Men too. I love meeting people, love flirtation and romance, and I fucking love sex. I’ve definitely enjoyed many relationships over the past two decades since I first lost my virginity.

But it’s not hyperbole to say that Elise is a stand out.

For one, I’ve never had to wait this long to have someone I wanted. But it is not just wanting what I can’t have, or the thrill of the chase. It’s truly that I’ve had time to reflect upon how much I want her. And in all the months since I met her, I have been unable to come up with a single reason to not give pursuing her my all if we ever crossed paths again.

Yes, it’s mostly instinct, chemistry, a gut feeling, but none of that has ever steered me wrong in business or in life. I’m certainly not going to ignore it now.

I turn her and walk her back toward the couch. There are so many things I want to do with and to this woman. But we might as well start with the primary fantasy for both of us.

I lift my head when her ass hits the back of the couch. “You know if you had ever given me the green light when you worked for me, I would’ve taken you the first time at my desk.”

She takes a deep breath. “It would’ve happened sometime when we were alone in the office. Probably late. I would have come into your office to see if you needed anything before I left for the night and you would have said that what you needed was me. And I wouldn’t have been able to say no.”

I run my thumb over her lower lip. It’s wet and pink from my mouth. “I would’ve made you say yes. Clearly and loudly. You would’ve known exactly what I wanted and what you were agreeing to.”

She nods.

“But we wouldn’t have been able to wait to get to one of our apartments or a hotel. And the number of times that I wanted to squeeze your ass, or smack it, when you were in my office, leaning over to give me my coffee or a file, that’s how I would’ve taken you. Leaning over my desk, the skirt of one of these pinup dresses hiked up around your waist, your panties around your ankles, tits spilling out of the top of the dress, your hands gripping the edge of that desk, where I would have been taking calls and meetings and signing papers, but thinking of how it felt to sink into your sweet pussy over and over.”

Her cheeks are pink and she’s breathing hard now. Her gorgeous breasts are heaving against the front of her dress. This one is so much like the ones she wore to the office, that I am aching with the need to peel it off of her.

“That’s exactly what I always pictured,” she finally says. “You have no idea how many times I used my vibrator picturing that very thing.”

I groan. “Bloody hell, love, you might kill me tonight.”

She laughs. “I hope not. I’m just getting used to the idea of having you.”

If she hadn’t stolen my heart before, that response comes damn close. I know she still thinks that this isn’t going to work, that somehow she’s going to turn me off or frustrate me to the point that I walk away. It sounds like that’s happened to her repeatedly in the past. That actually makes my gut clench with the need to not only prove that wrong, but yell at and possibly punch every person who’s made her feel that way in the past.

But then her fingers are at the first button on my shirt and she starts unbuttoning it and all my thoughts scatter.

“Next time you come over, wear a suit and tie, okay?” she asks. “I mean, you look amazing right now, but the daydream did include your suits.”

I suddenly can think of nothing else, but bringing this woman intense pleasure and making her understand that she has me wrapped around her little finger. “I can have someone bring a suit to me in the next twenty minutes.”

She laughs and keeps unbuttoning. “My God, you don’t even realize how ridiculous that sounds?”

“My God,” I mimic back to her. “You don’t even realize what I’m willing to do to make you happy.”

Her gaze bounces from my chest up to my eyes. She just stares at me for a moment. Then she says, “Never mind. I don’t need a jacket or tie. I’m so fucking turned on right now I can barely breathe.”

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