Page 89 of Only for the Week
“Your face is doing that thing.” Janelle nudges me.
“What thing?”
“The thing that tells everybody in the room you don’t wanna be there.” I’ve mastered the art of keeping my face neutral in situations like these, but Janelle always catches me slipping. I laugh as I press my hand to the small of her back.
“You got me. Let me get my shit straight.”
She looks around the elevator bank before saying, “I think I know how to help.” I don’t even respond, but my brow rises curiously. “You remember when we readRestore Meby J.L. Seegars?”
“That’s the one where the woman ends up with her dead husband’s best friend, right?”
“That’s the one.”
“Yeah, we liked that one. Why?”
“Remember the elevator scene?” Ever since Tulum, Janelle and I have started our own book club. Mmmm, book club is a strong word. We’re the only two members, but we read and discuss the romance books she picks, which counts. Our meetings usually end with us acting out the sex scenes, and the elevator scene fromRestore Mestands out in my mind. Finally having the chance to try it out definitely stops my face from doing that thing.
“I’ve never prayed harder for an empty elevator,” I whisper. She lets out a breathy laugh as the bell chimes and the doors open. Empty. We look at each other with barely veiled anticipation before stepping in. I practically jam my finger on the “close door” button, and when they finally do, I waste no time pulling her back to my front, sliding my hands down her stomach to the slit in her dress.
We only need to go up a few floors, but what I have planned for Janelle will require more time, so we’re headed to the rooftop. I couldn’t care less if we’re late.
My hands wander beneath her skirt to find her bare and wet. “Were you planning this, J?”
“I can’t say I wasn’t hoping for it.” Her voice is raspy with need, desperate for a release she knows I can deliver. A ding lets us know we’ve passed another floor. I dip two of my fingers inside her, enjoying the small whimpers the movement affords me.
“Let’s make it a reality then. You want to come?” I coat my fingers with her wetness and swirl it around her clit, pressing harder when another ding comes through the elevator.
“Y-yes,” she moans. I can’t see her face, but I can tell she’s biting her lip to keep quiet.
“Nah, don’t hide, J. Let me hear you. Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” Her scream is more like a pleasurable cry, thrilling me all the same. I pull her tighter against me so she can feel how she affects me.
“That’s what I wanna hear, gorgeous. Another yes.” Her moans grow louder as my fingers work harder. I kiss a line from her temple to the base of her jaw as I pump my fingers in and out of her, and my thumb presses into her clit. My other hand lays flat against her stomach, holding her in place as she rides my hand with reckless abandon, chasing her pleasure. “You remember when we did this in Tulum?”
“Mmm, mhmm,” she mewls. My erection grows painful at the memory of that night at Mystical Nightclub.
“You like the idea of getting caught, don’t you, gorgeous? The possibility that someone else might see how you look when you come.” Her breaths grow heavier with every stroke.
“Does that bother you, Rome?” I chuckle against her throat. Even when she’s barely holding on to her senses, she always talks her shit.
Another ding. We only have a few floors left.
“Not at all. I like the idea of someone seeing how greedy you are for me. I want them to see just how much power you have over me.”
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps.
I bite her earlobe and soothe the spot with my tongue. “You know, I can relate to Dom. Wanting someone for so long but having them be just out of your reach.” Granted, I didn’t wait twelve years for Janelle. I don’t know how Dom did it, and I never plan to find out. “It’s enough to make a man desperate, J. You like it when I’m desperate?”
“Fuck, yes, I do.”
Another ding.
“Tsk tsk. Maybe I’ll show you how it feels to be so desperate. Maybe I’ll stop right here.” I stop moving my fingers. I can feel the moment she stops breathing. If I could see her face right now, I’d know she’d kill me with her eyes.
“Rome,” she says sternly.
“Yes, J?”
