Page 59 of Worth the Risk

Once in the car, I rest my hand firmly on her thigh, the other on the steering wheel.

The drive to my place is quick at this hour, the regular business traffic long gone for the day. I step on the gas, weaving in and out of what little traffic there is. It’s nowhere near reckless but we’re both aware of the high rate of speed I’m driving, only adding to the tension.

Once parked, we get out and I lock my car, the echoes of our footsteps surrounding us as we exit my garage and enter the elevator. I scan my fob, hitting the button for the penthouse, Taylor standing right next to me. My eyes are drawn back down to her feet, the image of her delicate heels up by my ears taking control of me. I close my eyes briefly, the sweet lingering notes of her perfume hitting my nostrils.

I try to contain it. I drag my hand over my jaw, willing myself to maintain control. She feels it, without even telling me it’s evident, given her body language.

Up until now, I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t know if I was going to snap. I really thought that I could talk myself out of it. That I could be the good guy who is just a friend to her, but it’s no use.

We both know where this is going. We both want where this is going.

“You know I’m going to fuck you in those heels tonight, right?” I finally say, my hand falling to my belt.

She nods, her response quick and confident. “Yes.”

CHAPTER 17

Taylor

When the elevator door opens, his hand is gliding up my arm, pulling my bag from my shoulder until it falls to the floor. Then he’s spinning me around to face him. His hands brush against my face, into my hair, his lips against mine, softly teasing.

I kiss him back, tugging on his shirt, demanding his lips with the fervor of a woman who has needed this longer than she realizes.

My hands are pushing at his suit jacket, attempting to maneuver it over his shoulders while he kisses me. He steps back, his breathing rapid as he rolls his shoulders, bringing his jacket down his arms and onto the floor. Within a millisecond his hands are back on my body, his tongue sliding past my lips.

“Turn around,” he says against my lips between kisses. I oblige, his hands sliding over my body till he reaches the zipper of my dress. He pushes my hair to the side, his lips trailing warm kisses up my neck as he begins to lower the zipper.

I suck in a sharp breath when he runs the back of one knuckle gently down my spine. His other hand reaches up, brushing the dress over my shoulder and down my arm on one side. Herepeats the process, peeling the dress down my body until it’s a puddle at my feet. I sigh, arching my back slightly when his hand wraps gently around me, settling against my stomach.

“This first time,” he whispers against my ear, his fingers of one hand sliding up my throat, the fingers of the other slipping into my panties, “is for you.”

“Ohhh,” I groan when he doesn’t hesitate this time, two fingers immediately toying with me, dipping into my wetness and stretching me. His thumb is pressed against my clit, his other two fingers sliding deep inside me until I start to tremble.

The throaty rumble of his chuckle vibrates against my back. “Your little pussy wants to come already.” I quiver and clench around his thick fingers, my body already wanting release.

He spins me around, walking me backward as his tongue finds mine again. My fingers struggle with the buttons of his shirt as his lips cover mine. He pushes my hands from the shirt, reaching between us to tear it open in one swift motion. Buttons scatter to the floor as he pulls the shirt down his arms, his abs flexing with the movement.

My mouth hangs open and I wouldn’t be surprised if drool drips from my lips when I finally take in his physique. It’s the first time in my life I’ve finally been able to admire Austin Blake shirtless. I want to savor it, to take it all in, but he’s grabbing me again, pulling me back to him so he can kiss me.

The kiss goes from playful, me gently biting his tongue, him sucking mine deeper, slower when his hand drops to his belt and I hear the familiar clanking sound as he undoes it, his eyes growing darker as he stares into mine.

The clink of the belt has me weak, making me throb with need. He’s seconds away from being inside me and it’s not fast enough. His movements aren’t rushed or frantic though; they’re precise. His belt undone now, he moves to his zipper. I’m panting, shaking with need.

My knees hit the couch, and he lowers me down to my back, one leg on the couch, the other hanging off just as he pulls himself free. I look down my body, his cock in his hand. He looks up at me, his hair hanging down, his lips parted as he pulls my panties to the side with his free hand.

“Oh God,” I groan when his warm tip hits my entrance, “it’s so much bigger.” I wince when he pushes farther.

“I know.” His voice is unrecognizable. “Fuck, I thought you were ready for me, baby.” His body is rigid with tension from holding back. He pulls his cock back out of me, tugging me down to the edge of the couch where he tosses my legs over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” I moan, unsure why I’m apologizing for not being able to accommodate his alarmingly large girth.

“Don’t you dare apologize.” He pulls my panties to the side again. “Ohhh, fuck, look at you,” he groans, leaning down to slide his tongue right up my pussy in one long low stroke.

“Ohhh yessss,” I groan, my fingers tugging against his hair as I press his face harder against me.

But he doesn’t let me finish. He crawls back up my body, his cock at my entrance, sliding in deeper than before.

“Five years,” he groans, his hips starting to move. “Five years,” he says, pulling the cup of my bra down on one breast. He licks my nipple, then bites down. “Five agonizing years,” he repeats against my neck, biting me softly as he pulls the other cup down. “And now that I have you”—he pulls back far enough to look at me—“I’m going to take my time.”

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