Page 87 of Bargain With the Boss
She swayed against me, her knee slipping between my thigh until she was close enough to feel how hard I was for her.
Her lips parted as she brushed her hips against me again and again. She slipped one hand down to my chest to flirt with a button of my dress shirt I hadn’t taken the time to change out of before I left. She pushed the small buttons through the holes until there was nothing but my tank undershirt between us.
The beat of the song emboldened her, and she flirted with the belt of my pants, then dragged the back of her knuckle over my stiff length tenting my zipper.
“Duchess,” I said quietly.
“For me?”
I groaned and pulled her tighter to me, hiding her hand. “Always.”
She nipped my chin when the song changed from the acoustic burn to the bolder, sensual Hozier.
I lowered my mouth to hers and the kiss was slow and drugging. Her flavor went right to my head as we twined around one another. Her arms lifting so she could cup the back of my head, her nails lightly scraping the nape of my neck until I groaned into her mouth.
“Come to my room.”
“Yes.”
She lowered her arms and took my hand, leading me through the dwindling crowd. She waved at a few people I didn’t know and pulled me through a side door. The hallway was dimly lit with an elevator at the end.
I trapped her against the wall, punching the up button as I kissed her with a heat that never seemed to abate. Her fingers dug into my back and I swallowed a groan, delving deeper into her giving mouth.
The doors to the elevator opened and the car was empty.
I gathered her close, hustling her inside.
The doors shut and she was on me again, this time she pushed me into the wall. She looked around at the mirrors on every side, then sunk down onto her knees.
“Fuck, Duchess. You?—”
Her fingers were quick on my zipper and belt then her hot mouth took me in. My head thunked against the glass and everywhere I looked there was another angle of her mouth on me.
Her slim fingers palmed my length as her tongue raced along the underside of my cock to end in a swirl at my head. Then she took me deep and I hissed out a breath.
“Duchess, wait. Sydney.” A string of prayers and oaths followed as she sucked me with an abandon I’d never guessedwas inside of her. Then those huge golden eyes zeroed in on me and I couldn’t look away.
She took me until the head of my dick touched the back of her throat. Her eyes burned but she never broke away. Just gulped hard and hummed around me until the prayers were just her name.
Again and again.
Jesus, we didn’t even hit the button on our way in.
She rocked back on her heels then stood, her hand still on me, using the wetness of her mouth to stroke up and down my length. “I’ve never fucked in an elevator.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
The corner of her mouth ticked up as she backed up and punched the button for the third floor. Then she turned around and put her hands on the doors.
I didn't need to be told twice.
I rushed forward, flipping up the layers of light blue material. There was no finesse when I dragged her thong away, but then I was inside of her. She went on her toes and my name echoed in the elevator. It was fast and ruthless as I drove her onto her toes again and again.
She took each thrust then spread her fingers on the shiny door. I laced my fingers through hers as we raced to her floor.
“So good, so tight for me. Fucking wet.”
She reached back with her other hand, gripping my shoulder as I pounded into her. The elevator dinged and I pulled out.
