Page 50 of Personal Foul
Chapter Eighteen
Rush
I don’t bother knocking, walking through Sydney’s door. She texted me about an hour ago, letting me know she’d leave the door unlocked for me. Tonight is the night of the annual Miami Blaze Charitable Gala. It’s a black-tie event benefitting charities supported by the Miami Blaze organization.
It is also a big night because Sydney and I decided we would be attending the event together.
“Sydney!” I holler down the hallway, announcing I’m here.
“Hi,” she sings back. “I’m almost done. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.”
When we had talked about this night, she told me how excited she was for me to see the dress she’d be wearing. I hadn’t missed how she toyed with me, the not-so-subtle way she bit her lip when she mentioned she knew I’d love it, too.
I pictured her in the red dress she wore to the dinner the night we went out for her mom’s birthday. I can almost feel the raging hard-on she’s going to give me all night. While we decided we were going to be sharing we are together with the world, it wasn’t the best of ideas to get too carried away, especially when the owner of the Blaze and her boss would be there.
My head is down, scrolling through my phone, when the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor sends my eyes shooting up in her direction.
I knew from her teasing about me liking her dress, she was probably going to go with red again. After all, it is her color and fits in well with the Miami Blaze.
Coughing, I choke on an inhale of breath when I notice the slit up her thigh. Her creamy skin showing with every step she takes. The gown sparkles, the deep V in the front not showing too much, sexy but in a classy way.
I shake my head, unable to form a rational thought just from the sight of her. I step in close, circling around her like an animal would their prey. With her back against my front, I reach my hand around to grip her waist.
Her hair is swept over her shoulder, curled in waves exposing her slender neck. Her throat bobs when she swallows, my breath feathering over her skin when I lean in close to her ear.
“I’ve let you be the one to call the shots several times now,” I grunt. “No more.”
Her eyes flutter closed. My height works in my favor when she tilts her head to the side, giving me better access to her. My lips skim over her neck, my hand fanning across her stomach.
“Do you know how much I fucking want you right now?”
She peeks her eye open, staring up at me silently, waiting for me to answer her. Pressing my hard dick against the curve of her ass, I grind against her, earning me another moan.
“Look at what you do to me. You have me dry humping you like I’m some sort of horny teenager.”
She puckers her lips, trying to hide her smile.
“I understand your need for control when so much of your life has been lived in uncertainty. When you’re with me, Sydney,” I whisper, her hand sliding over the top of mine, lacing our fingers together. “When it comes to us and your pleasure, I’m in control. Understand?”
She nods, tilting her head back to rest against my shoulder. Gripping her chin, I turn her to face me, kissing her with an intensity that practically radiates the heat between us. A soft, muffled moan escapes her mouth, and it takes all I have in me not to bend her over the back of her couch and fuck her right here.
We don’t have time, even though there’s a part of me that wants to say, “fuck it,” and forget all our responsibilities for tonight.
“C’mon,” I grunt, stepping back, reaching my hand out for hers, lacing our fingers together. “I’m losing all restraint standing here, and we need to get going before we are late.”
She lets go of my hand to grab her things before joining me by the door. I’m barely able to control myself while we ride down the elevator in silence, needing a moment to collect myself.
Jairo is waiting for us out front. I’m glad I had the foresight to have my assistant, Kristen, arrange for a limousine for the event tonight. I don’t particularly want to think about Jairo overhearing any of what’s about to happen on the way there.
I hold my hand out to Sydney while she adjusts her dress, exposing her leg as she steps inside the limo. My nostrils flare. She flashes me an innocent smile and I follow, Jairo closing the door behind us.
I have her alone for the next twenty minutes, and I know precisely how I want to spend them.
She reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together, trying to relax into the seat. She’s tense, and I’m unsure if it’s from us showing up together or if she’s worried about the event itself.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little nervous, but good.”
