Page 5 of Puck of the Irish

Well, two can play at that game.

My lips curl as I think about what’s about to go down. I take off his jacket and drape it over my arm, shaking out my hair. He eyes me, his Spidey sense tingling, I’m sure. I make a show of righting the small diamond pendant at my throat before slowly trailing my fingers down my neck, gently running the tips over the top swells over my breasts.

“Natalie,” he warns and I can’t help but laugh lightly. This is going to be fun. I would say it’s the wine lowering my inhibitions,but really, I think it’s Rizz. I always feel so free with him, reckless in the best way. The elevator doors finally slide open and we step inside, both turning to face the front keeping a tiny bit of space between us. Already the air around us is thick and heavy with promise. As soon as the doors close, he reaches for me but I dance away, dropping his jacket and putting my back against one wall. He moves to follow, but I stop him with my six-inch-heel on his chest. He arches a brow, but looks entirely intrigued, the intrigue turning to something hotter and more dangerous as his gaze skates upward from my ankle, up my calf and leg, over my fully exposed thigh. His chest rises and falls quicker as I trace my finger up that same thigh, shifting when I get higher so that my finger tip whispers along the inside of my thigh, higher, and higher…

“Nat?” he breathes, half question, half plea. His pupils expand, the black starting to block out that beautiful blue.

I know we don’t have much time, even going to the eightieth floor—and I just really hope this building doesn’t have those insanely fast elevators that shoot you up a million stories in a matter of seconds—so I don’t waste any time. I hold his gaze, bite my lip, and slide a finger past my thong.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he chokes out, gripping my ankle with one hand, running his other up my calf as he watches raptly while I pump, gasping quietly. I’m half shocked I’m doing this, but wholly don’t care. It’s hot and it’s sexy and it’sRizzo. I know he’d never judge me for anything, especially right now when he looks like he would follow me straight into hell itself if I asked him to. It just feels right with him, like I don’t have to be afraid or self-conscious. I don’t know if it’s because we’re friends and I already feel comfortable with him, or because I know this is just a meaningless one-off, so I don’t have to worry about pulling punches or doing the wholeplay it coy at first so I don’t scare him awaything, but either way, I don’t feel even a tiny bitof shame as I delve my finger over and over, rocking my hips slowly, holding his gaze all the while.

“Tell me,” he grunts, voice low and hoarse. “Tell me that you’re wet, Nat. Tell me you’re wet for me.” His words make me shiver and I love that he’s vocal, already knowing that we’re going to get along just fine in this department.

“Soaking,” I pant.

“Fuck.” He reaches down and runs a hand over his bulge, his erection straining his tuxedo pants and making my eyes widen. He smirks when he sees my eager stare, but before we can do anything more, the elevator slows and the bell dings. He steps away and lowers my foot gently to the ground as I withdraw my hand, but as I reach down to pick up his jacket, he grabs my wrist. I watch in aroused fascination as he guides my hand to his lips and sucks gently on my finger.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, my entire body shuddering like a thousand little shocks are going through it. He releases my finger and gives me a sexy smile.

“You taste fucking amazing, Nat. But I’m going to need seconds. Possibly thirds.Now.”

Four

RIZZO

We somehow makeit to the end of the hallway to my door. I still can’t quite believe I brought her here, but worrying about that iswaydown on my priority list right now. Watching her on the elevator had been about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life, and I’ve seen more than my fair share of sexy things. And that teasing little taste of her on her own finger?Mercy.I need more. So much fucking more.

I manage to get the door unlocked with her lips fused to mine, and I’m honestly pretty impressed with myself. I walk her backwards into the foyer, my hands roving over her waist and hips and ass as the kiss burns hotter and hotter. I toss my jacket to the floor and I kick off my shoes, turning to press her against the closest wall.

“Rizz,” she breathes. “This is so stupid…mmmm,” she moans as I kiss along her jaw and down her throat.

“Completely stupid,” I agree before running her earlobe between my teeth. She gasps and bucks her hips and I smile, loving the reactions I can wring from her. My cock throbs at thethought of all the ways I plan to do just that all night long. She pushes me away and I frown as I step back, wondering if she’s changed her mind, but the look in her eyes is like a hunter on the prowl. It’s fuckinghungry.

She glances up and down my body and I think I know what she wants. I give her a slow, wicked smile as I take another step away, then another, putting more distance between us. Our gazes hold and we’re both breathing hard. The space that is pretty damn large suddenly seems so fucking small. I slowly remove one cufflink, then the other, setting them on the entry table. She never takes her eyes off of me, watching raptly with lips parted, chest rising and falling quickly, hair in messy tangles.Fucking sexy as hell.

I unbutton my shirt, going slow and loving how it feels to have her eyes on me like this. When the fabric parts completely and I tug it off, tossing it to the floor, she inhales sharply and shakes her head.

“Jesus, Rizz,” she whispers. “How are you even real?”

I huff out a small laugh at that, practically getting high off of the admiration and desire in her eyes, the way she takes her time to appreciate every inch of skin on display. Her hips arch subtly away from the wall and her teeth dig into her bottom lip in a way that makes me want to bite it myself. I unbuckle my belt with one hand and whip it from the loops in one quick pull, wrapping it around my other wrist as I tug it loose, and she blinks rapidly, shock and absolute arousal clear on her face.

“Why in the hell was that so sexy??”

I grin. I may or may not have practiced that move for an embarrassingly long time, but seeing her reaction is worth every second. I stand there, watching. Waiting. I cross my arms over my chest and give her a look.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks, voice a little raspy.

“I need you to tell me yes, Nat. I need you to tell me this is what you want. I’m not moving from this spot until you say it.”

She eyes me for what feels like an eternity and then says the word that nearly brings me to my knees.

“Yes.”

I cross to her in two long strides, tunneling my hands into her hair and kissing her hard. She runs her palms over my stomach and up my chest, making my muscles jump in response. God, I love her hands on me.

“Can I tell you how glad I am that your thirst traps aren’t CGI?” she asks against my lips, moving her hands all over, like she can’t quite touch enough of me. I laugh as I pull her away from the wall and walk her backwards towards the dining table, our kissing never stopping, our tongues never slowing.

“Was there really any doubt? I’m offended, I think.” She chuckles and wraps her hands around my neck, running her nails gently through the hair at my nape.

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