Page 11 of Some Like It Hot

“Thank you. I appreciate the enthusiasm.” I’m not going to bother to explain to him about thigh chafing in dresses. “Just yank it down. It’s right above my waist.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He has my dress right up under my strapless bra and slips his fingers between my flesh and the stretchy fabric. He peels it down with a hard yank, frowning. He’s clearly very offended by shapewear, which I find kind of adorable.

I hold on to him as he lifts first one of my feet, then the other, removing the shapewear. He holds it up and shakes it.

“I’m going to burn this stupid thing.” Then he drops it and runs his rough hands over my bare thighs, hips, my stomach, giving a sigh of pleasure. “So much fucking better. So soft, so damn sexy.”

“If you were angling for a blowjob, you’ve totally earned one,” I tell him, digging my nails into his biceps.

Then he has one, then two fingers buried deep inside me without warning, and I lose the ability to speak or think.

“Oh, fuck yes, Elise. This pussy is perfection.”

“Blake,” I breathe. I don’t know what I want to say other than that. His fingers are huge. Massive. Skilled. Rhythmic.

He buries his lips near my ear, murmuring in encouragement. “Yeah? You like that? Does that feel good to have my fingers fucking you?”

“So. Good.”

“You want another finger?”

I nod eagerly, panting too hard to answer with words.

He slips his thumb over my clit, massaging it as he adds his ring finger to the first two.

“Oh!” He’s stretching me with each stroke. Then he flicks his tongue over my earlobe as he works my pussy.

“You’re going to come for me, you sexy little vixen. Now.”

The words are commanding and rough.

I’m not always fabulous at following orders, but this one is easy.

I shatter all over him, giving sharp cries of pleasure into his shoulder, rocking my hips to get the most out of his fingers.

“That’s it.”

I’m still shaking and holding onto him, trying to catch my breath, when a metal grinding sound has me lifting my head in panic. “Oh, shit.”

Blake yanks my dress back down to cover my naked lower half. He steps in front of me right as the elevator door pries open and a light washes over us.

“Chicago Fire Department. Everyone okay in there?”

Blake clears his throat. “We’re fine.”

Or devastated from an orgasm. He can speak for himself. My hands are shaking as I smooth down my dress and glance around his shoulder to see if our rescuers caught a glimpse of anything. Like my bare ass.

A handsome face is peering down at us. This man has the brightest, bluest eyes I’ve seen in my entire life. He has a crooked and warm smile.

Damn. Chicago’s finest.

Happy New Year, girl.

CHAPTER 3

Aidan

“This one is going to be easy,” I tell Matt, my co-worker on the CFD, as we stroll into an upscale hotel. “Stalled elevator with entrapment is the easiest type of call to get on New Year’s Eve.”

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