Page 83 of Power Play

We both know the second we walk into my apartment I’m going to have my way with her.

“Ready,” she says. I climb out of the car and hustle to her side, opening the door. Holding out my hand, she swings her legs to the side and jumps to the ground. “So chivalrous.”

“Probably the last chivalrous thing I’m going to do for you tonight.”

“That’s not true. Some would argue your quest for my orgasms is as chivalrous as it gets.” Piper grins at me, and I snort. “What did you mean by a step further?”

“You used your fingers last time, but tonight I’m going to finger you. I’m going to touch you everywhere I haven’t touched, and you’re going to suck me off.”

She nearly stumbles when we get into the elevator. “I forget how blunt you are sometimes. Okay. Yes. I-I want all of those things. Will you help me through them, though? And make sure I understand? You’re going to have to guide me.”

“That’s why I’m your coach, Piper. So we can do it together.”

When we reach the top floor, we walk down the hall and stop in front of my door.

“Nice wreath.” She points at decoration I put up earlier this week. The evergreen branches are adorned with LED lights and candy canes, and you can see it from a mile away. “I figured you might be more of a Grinch type, but I’m glad I was wrong.”

“The owner’s granddaughter was selling them for a school fundraiser, and I couldn’t say no. Kind of looks like Christmas threw up on it, doesn’t it?”

“That’s putting it mildly.”

“I like it.”

“You do have a heart after all.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

I tap my keyfob against the door and push it open. As she slips past me into my apartment, I take a final breath for my sanity before closing the door and locking it behind us.

Piper walks backwards. Her heels click across the floor and her eyes stay on me. She takes off her coat and throws it to the side, not bothering to care where it ends up. The strap of her dress falls down her left shoulder, and she doesn’t put it back in place.

“You’re awfully far away,” she says, voice rough around the edges but soft in the middle. Like she’s afraid I’m going to leave when the only place I want to be is here with her.

I move toward her, not needing to be told twice. I lift her off the ground in a swift motion and press her against the wall. Her breath stutters and she grips my hair, giving the ends a hard little tug that has me daydreaming about what that hand is going to feel like wrapped around my cock. Jerking nice and slow until I come in her palm.

“All night I’ve been wondering if you’re wearing underwear.” I hike her dress up her leg until the silver fabric pools at herwaist. I run my hand from her calf up over her knee, not stopping until I reach the curve of her thigh and inch higher. “Christ. You aren’t, are you?”

“Underwear would ruin the whole outfit.” Her head tips back, hair spilling over her shoulders. The other strap of her dress falls down, hooking around her elbow and showing off the tops of her tits. The flush on her skin and how hard she’s breathing. I’ve barely touched her, and she’s already worked up. “Are we going to do this here?”

“No.” I peel her off the wall and she wraps her legs around my middle. “My bed. Want to spread you out so I can see every inch of you.”

She cups my cheek and strokes the beard I haven’t bothered to shave. It’s pathetic how I melt into her, like I’ve been starved for human contact. Years without being touched has me close to begging. Shaking when her nose bumps against mine before she kisses me, soft and slow.

The way she brushes her tongue over my mouth is teasing. The way she moans when I yank her dress all the way down and take her breast in my hand is dizzying. I lose my footing when she gets more assertive, teeth biting at my lip, hands scratching at my back, and nearly trip on the rug in the hallway before righting myself at the last possible second.

Her laugh is wicked, and it fuels some savage part of me to treat her in a way no one else has. To make sure she’s blissed out and thoroughly wrecked, all because of me.

I shove the door to my bedroom open. Walk to the bed, drop her on the mattress and bend forward to click on a lamp. Piper looks up at me, and with the moon shining in through the window, it looks like there are stars in her eyes that match the ones outside. Bright flecks of silver and gray cloud her vision, and she reaches for me wordlessly.

I untie my shoes and shuck off my tuxedo jacket, kicking them out of the way. My fingers work to undo the knot of my tie, and there’s a moment where I consider asking her to let me tie her hands up. To tease her until she’s on the cusp of screaming my name, and only then would I let her come.

Piper watches me raptly, her gaze moving from my feet to my throat to my hands as I ball the tie up and toss it with the rest of the growing pile. Her attention lingers on my chest when I unbutton my shirt, and when I pull it off, she hums her approval.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I murmur, and she’s quick to comply. Quick to scoot. Quick to rest her feet on the rug and wait for the next instructions. “Such a good listener.”

A smile works its way onto her mouth. She rolls her lips together and lifts her chin in my direction. “Areyouwearing underwear?”

“Someone told me I had a massive cock recently.” I unfasten my slacks and work the zipper down. “Felt like it was a crime to freeball it at such a classy event.”

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