Page 91 of Down & Dirty

“No,” I answered quickly, reaching over my head to run my fingers through his hair. “I didn’t know what you wanted, but I’m happy it’s just...” This? Us? What even were we?

“Us,” he finished on a shaky exhale, tucking his head into my shoulder. His arms cinched around my waist and tightened as I dragged my nails through his hair. “Us and this sexy fucking dress,” he growled, his chest vibrating against my back, making me arch into him. He growled again when my ass skimmed over his cock, and he pulled me into him harder, grinding himself into me. “Fuck, you are going to feel so damn good.”

I dropped my hand, slapping it against the door, as my body went soft. The room was suddenly a million degrees and my dress was too tight. But when I went to reach back to unzip it, Cory stopped me. He took both my wrists in one hand and held them in place against the door.

“Not yet. First, I’m going to make you come in it,” he whispered, the devilish smile I couldn’t see soaking his words. “And then you’ll never wear it again without thinking of me and turning your cheeks that sexy fucking pink.”

The blush already on my face only burned hotter and I released a stuttering gasp, the world going unsteady beneath my feet.

Cory’s free hand trailed up the seam of my leg, from my knee to the hem of the dress, pausing only a moment as he nuzzled into my neck.

“Let’s see if I’m right?” His fingers coasted higher, until they hit the apex of my thighs.

“About what?” The words sputtered out of me, my legs already wobbly. He was torturing me, and he knew it.

His snicker was pure arrogance, but his lips were soft as they ghosted along my jaw. “About how wet you’d be when I finally got you home.”

“A little sure of yourself, huh?” I managed, annoyed that my body was going to prove him right without my permission.

His fingertip traced the lacey edge of my thong, skirting the center of my pussy as if he knew how badly I needed him to touch me there.

“No, gorgeous. I’m not sure of anything with you.”

His admission hit me in the chest, but he didn’t let the feeling linger.

Tucking one finger under the edge of the fabric, he slipped it between my folds, gliding it over my clit so delicately I shuddered. “But that little noise you made when you kissed me, when you felt how goddamn hard I was for you, that was a good sign.”

I’d wanted to climb him and ride him right there in that hallway. It was like I’d been possessed and the only thing that I could see or feel or hear had been Cory. The way he turned to solid stone pressed into my belly. I felt the same way now. Consumed by the need to touch him, to feel him, to let him unravel me.

His hand was moving now, slow, steady strokes, the lightness of the pressure sending waves of pleasure radiating through me. I rose up on my tiptoes, trying to get closer, to get more. And then my hips began to rock, moving in time with his fingers, finding a delicious rhythm. The one that would send me over if he didn’t stop.

“Every fucking eye on you in that hallway,” he got out through gritted teeth, his grip on my wrists tightening. “I wanted to murder every fucking one of them just for looking at you.”

He sped up, his breath coming out in shorter bursts as I arched back into him, trembling as the wave built.

“You weren’t theirs to look at.” He was panting now, as if he was going to come with me, without anyone even touching him. “You weren’t theirs...” he trailed off, his teeth digging into my neck as a whimper rose from my throat.

“I was yours,” I gasped, the orgasm shooting through me so hard I bucked in his arms, shaking and quivering as the waves of it knocked me off my feet.

Cory didn’t stop, his finger gliding over my slicked skin, pulling every drop of pleasure from my body until I finally went lax and toppled gently into the door. I could hardly breathe.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to make you do that again.” He dropped my wrists and scooped me up.

Finally, I could see him, brow misted with sweat and his cheeks a shade brighter. Even his scruff couldn’t hide the tinge of pink beneath it, and I bit my lip. He got that turned on just from touching me? What the hell was he going to be like when it was my turn?

But before he’d set me down on the bed, my purse began to vibrate and I heard the worst possible sound. Circus music.

Cory froze, holding me aloft at the foot of the bed. We were still winded, still trembling from one of the hottest orgasms of my life. But there was no way I could ignore that call, and I saw in his eyes when he realized the same thing.

“I’ll be fast,” I said when he set me on my feet and I grabbed for my bag on the floor.

“It’s okay.” He blew out a breath, lacing his hands behind his head and pacing to the other side of the room. He was like a caged animal, keyed up with nowhere to go.

“Hello?”

“Hi Mommy!”

My heart rose and sank at the same time. “Hi sweetheart, how are you?”

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