Page 25 of Ardent Desires

Just when I think I’m about to push her over the edge, the driver’s voice comes over the intercom. “Mr. Blackwood, we’re at Miss. Sander’s building.”

Fuck. No. Not yet.

I press the button, my voice rough as I say, “Circle the block.”

Ellie cries out my name, her fingers tightening in my hair, and I look up, my lips brushing against her inner thigh. “I need you to come on my tongue, Ellie,” I growl, my voice desperate. “Please.”

She moans, her body arching, and I bury my face back between her thighs, licking her, sucking her clit until I feel the tremor run through her legs. She’s trembling, her knees pressing in, locking me in place as I lick her faster, harder.

And then she breaks, a long moan spilling from her lips as she comes, her thighs trembling around my head, her fingers pulling at my hair. I hold her there, my mouth still working her as pleasure washes over her, her body shuddering, her moans filling the small space of the car.

It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

When she finally lets me come up for air, I lean back, breathing hard, watching her as she tries to catch her breath. She looks wrecked, her body limp, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded.

I lean over her, kissing her gently, letting her taste herself on my lips. She’s soft, pliable, melting into the kiss like she’s completely given in to whatever this is between us.

“That was…” she starts, her voice trailing off, like she’s trying to find the right words.

I smile, pressing my lips to hers again. “Perfect,” I say softly. “You’re perfect.”

She looks outside the window, realizing we’re back in front of her building. Her cheeks flush, and she glances at me, then down at my very obvious bulge. “If you need help with that…” she starts, her voice teasing, a small smile playing on her lips.

I shake my head, pulling back slightly. “I can take care of it,” I murmur, my hand brushing against her cheek. “It’s been a long night. You need to rest.”

She nods, moving slowly as she slips her heels back on, straightening her dress, though I can tell she’s still a little dazed from what just happened. I can’t stop watching her, my chest tight, my cock still painfully hard, but I don’t care. Right now, I’m more focused on the fact that she’s here, with me, and I’m not ready to let her go.

She opens the car door, pausing to look back at me. “Goodnight, Alexander.”

I reach out, brushing my thumb over her swollen lips, still slick from our kiss. “Goodnight, Ellie.”

I watch her walk to her gate, her hips swaying slightly, and before I can stop myself, I’m out of the car, jogging after her.

She turns, surprised, just as I catch up to her. I don’t say a word—I just press her against the wall again, kissing her hard, grinding my hips into hers so she can feel exactly what she does to me.

She gasps into my mouth, her hands gripping my jacket as I press closer, my cock straining against her. I kiss her like I’m starving, like I need her more than air, and she responds just as desperately, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Don’t be late for work tomorrow,” I murmur against her lips, my voice low and rough.

She smiles, her lips brushing against mine as she whispers, “Okay.”

I kiss her once more, hard, then pull back, my body still buzzing with need. I force myself to step away, to let her go, eventhough every part of me wants to drag her back to my car and finish what we started.

I watch her walk inside, then run back to the car, hard and happy.

Ellie Sanders is burrowing herself under my skin, and I am not sure I would have it any other way.

The drive home feels like I’m floating, not fully grounded. Everything’s a blur. My mind keeps drifting back to the taste of Ellie on my tongue, the way her body responded to me, the soft, breathy sounds she made. I can still feel the heat of her against me, still smell her vanilla scent clinging to my skin.

Fuck.

I’m dazed, half-drunk on her, my thoughts a tangled mess of lust, adrenaline, and something else—something I’m not ready to unpack yet.

When I get home, the penthouse feels too quiet, too empty, compared to the chaos swirling in my head. I walk straight to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, downing half of it in one long gulp. Hydrate, calm down. But it’s not helping. My heart’s still racing, my skin too hot.

As I lean back against the counter, my phone buzzes. I glance at it, and I’m almost embarrassed by how fast I reach for it, hoping it’s Ellie. But when I turn it over, it’s not her.

It’sVanessa.

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