Page 93 of Final Serenade

He ushered me in and shut the door. I heard the click of the lock and felt his greedy hands on my waist. His breaths were loud pants.

“Frank!” I squealed, fisting the sleeves of his leather jacket. “What if someone walks in?”

“It’s paid for.” He pushed me against the wall. Not rough, but not gentle either. The right amount of pressure to light my body on fire. “I rented it.” His mouth moved against mine as he spoke. His kiss was hungry.

“What?” I mumbled in disbelief before returning hard, deliberate strokes of his tongue.

He lowered his face to my breasts and pulled down the cups of my bra to free my nipples, which begged for attention.

His lips were merciless. Like a true tease, he ripped my moans out of me one by one. His palms slid down the curve of my waist and to my thighs to pull me closer. I was hot and bothered, and every flick of his tongue drove me deeper into an abyss of sexual frenzy. My entire body ached. This was insane.

“Do you have any idea how much you turn me on when you’re like this?” Frank rasped against my neck.

“Like what?”

His erection pressed to my middle. “When you’re all business.”

“Is it the shoes?”

“It’s definitely the shoes.”

We moved against each other, my back brushing up and down the cold wall as our hips grinded together. I slipped my hand into his jeans and cupped his length. He was big and solid. I wanted to be dirty for him.

“Doll”—a heavy sigh escaped from his lungs—“you’re asking for trouble.”

“Didn’t you know? Iamtrouble.” I laughed softly, squeezing my palm around him.

“Fuck.” He kissed me on the lips. His heated whisper vibrated inside my mouth. “You better finish what you started.”

“I always do.” My fingers worked him slowly. Long, firm strokes.

Our gazes lingered on each other in the dark. I could see the lines of his beautiful face and the curve of his strong shoulders. Brows pulled together, lips parted, he was nearing the edge. His chest rose and fell. Expensive leather rubbed against my bare nipples, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. We had no shame whatsoever. Apparently, charity work turned us both on.

“I won’t be able to go out there right now if you don’t finish, doll,” Frank pleaded.

I drew my hand out of his jeans and steered him to the wall. His breathing grew loud, each inhale almost a ragged moan. I dropped to my knees and pulled down his zipper. Filthy euphoria filled me with reckless want. Want to make him feel good. Want to take him to that edge he needed to cross.

His fingers twined in my hair, palms pressed to the back of my head, pushing it forward. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and took him in my mouth as much as I could. He was too big and the tip hit my throat. I relaxed it and gripped his hard thigh. We’d done this many times before. Just not with dozens of people on the other side of the wall. It was such a delicious rush.

A long, pleasured groan soared through the dark room. It bounced off the walls and the glass and infused the air with the scent of our desire.

I worked him fast and hard. With my lips, my tongue, my throat, my hands. His cock fucked my mouth without any reservations and I loved it. I loved that I was the one to give him this gift. I loved that he couldn’t get enough. He was addicted to me as much as I was to him, and I wondered if this mutual addiction was going to destroy us one day. I had no idea why these thoughts crossed my mind while I sucked him, but I pushed them aside and took him where he needed to go. Precum coated my mouth as he tossed his head back and his hands released me. I heard the slap of his palms against the wall and his moans as they escaped one by one. He pulled out before he came, and hot fluid hit my cheek and dripped down my chin and chest. My bra was down, but my shirt was still buttoned up and my common sense nudged me into the real world again.

There were other people in the building and I couldn’t walk around like this, with Frank’s come on my clothes. My fingers fought the stubborn fabric.

Then came a flick and the lights went on. Shedding my top and bra to save it from the traces of our sex action, I looked up at Frank. He was still buzzing. His hand near the switch on the wall, his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering, every muscle tight.

I loved the view.

Seconds passed, then he cupped my head and gently pulled me against his leg, my cheek pressed to his thigh. Long fingers grazed the side of my face and raked my hair. It was the strangest feeling. One minute he was fucking my mouth to the point of choking, the next he was softer than the softest plush.

We stood like this, him propped against the wall and me on my knees, topless, until our breaths subsided. It felt both wrong and right.

“You’re so fucking good, doll,” Frank finally said, running his knuckles over my jaw. “You’re going to ruin me.”

Not if you ruin me first.

He helped me up from the floor, and we scanned the room for paper towels and cleaned up. I put my bra and my shirt back on. Outside in the hallway, approaching voices boomed. This was his cue to leave.

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