Page 23 of High-Rise Heat

He smiles against my lips, and I hope he can finally see what I see in him. What I’ve wanted all along. What I’ve yearned for.

“You think I can make you scream like that again?” he asks playfully, pumping his hips to remind me of the thickness that still connects us. I laugh and kiss him deeply.

“I think you can do anything.”

He shifts our weight away from the window and carries me to the bed. The sheets feel soft and delicate as he lays me back, my muscles relaxing into this new horizontal position and releasing all the tension they held from being pressed against the window. My head buzzes from the orgasm, and the aching softness from the sheets only inflates my mind’s clouded senses. His fingers skate over my skin—which is incredibly sensitive—and when he pulls back and slides out of me it feels almost as erotic as when he first entered. I moan, the intimacy causing me to clench as he pulls out.

He moves his mouth down my front, kissing my wet skin, moving lower and lower till I feel his breath on my wetness.

“Dom,” I sigh, not sure if my words are audible, for it’s a whole new sensation. My back and hips are cupped in softness as his fingers trace the inside of my thighs. I just came so hard that when he blows on my aroused and swollen skin, I moan.

He blows again and his fingers slide up my thighs to my swollen lips. The motion is intoxicating, like he’s moving the blood inside my body in soft waves that lap against my pussy.

“Dommmm,” I moan his name. “You can probably make me come from just whispering against me.”

“Oh yeah?” His words exhale against my folds and make me quiver.

“Uh huh, like that,” I pant.

“Should I tell you a story?” he asks, breathing deeply and taking in my scent.

“Yes.”

“How about I tell you about the first time I saw you.” I feel the closeness of his mouth and how it hovers over my aching entrance, and I’m so sensitive I can barely handle how his breath caresses me. “You walked into the conference room wearing that floral sundress that hugged all your perfect curves. You remember?” I murmur audibly to say yes, thinking of the flowy dress. It was way too sexy for a business meeting. “And you were late,” he continues. “I was pissed that you were late, but you explained you’d come from your sister’s baby shower, and you didn’t have time to change. And I wanted to reprimand you in front of everyone, except I couldn’t take my eyes off your damn tits.” His tongue circles my clit and I cry out. He only does it once; just enough to make my entire pussy throb with the knowledge of what his tongue feels like. “You talk about fantasies, Ilsa, but I got hard right in that conference room that first time I saw you.”

He blows on my clit like it’s an ember that needs cooling, only it does the exact opposite—feeding the fire with hot oxygen.

“And then you smiled at me,” he says. “Do you remember that?”

“Mmmmm,” I breathe in agreement, nodding. “You had such a friendly smile.”

“Well, I was hard, Ilsa.” His rough words ache over me. “Under the table, I was hard and pissed at you for wearing that sundress and making me want you so badly.” He blows down the length of my slit and my thighs tremble, my knees falling wider open. “I wanted you from the very beginning. And after ten minutes of sitting in that room I had to excuse myself from that meeting. Do you remember that? I faked a call because I was so hard I couldn’t sit there with you so close to me.”

I bite my lip, remembering it now, how hedidget up and leave the meeting awkwardly. And now that I know the size of his cock, I can’t believe I didn’t notice what was happening.

“You have no clue how many times that’s happened,” he says hotly, and suddenly his mouth covers my pussy.

“Dom!” My hips buck as his tongue lashes me, teasing my clit, before he sucks me so hard I’m writhing against the sheets and panting. My hands are in his hair, my body arching. How is it possible for my body to be this turned on and— “Oh, God! Oh God!” —his lips flutter, his tongue dips, and my hips arch into a curved bow and once again I’m coming. It’s a wave of pleasure that softer and longer and more drawn out than before. It’s a wave of music moaning through my skin with a thousand aching notes of possibility. And all I can think is it feels fresh and new and like it’s just starting. This—with Dom—is our new beginning.

9

Ilsa

Iwrap myself in my bathrobe and head for the bathroom. A dim trickle of five AM light inches down the hallway as I turn the corner and run right into Isaac. We both laugh awkwardly as I pull my robe tight. This is the same exact moment as when we first met, only, he’s dressed and wheeling his carry-on suitcase behind him.

I smile awkwardly. “You’re leaving?”

“Of course,” he says, nodding kindly. “Always on to the next adventure.”

I grip my robe and we look at each other quietly, both of us knowing how close it came to him being the one who’s passed out and naked in the other room.

“I—I didn’t mean to lead you on,” I say finally, clutching the soft terrycloth and looking at the floor. “I really thought Dom wasn’t ...”

I trail off and Isaac shakes his head. “It was my fault,” he admits. “Ishouldn’t have done anything. I knew better.”

“Friends?” I offer and he gives me that gorgeous smile.

“Of course,” he agrees, stepping in to give me a hug. His arms are warm and comforting when he wraps them around me, and I can still feel that tickle of attraction between us, even though we both know nothing is going to happen. Isaac holds me longer than he should, tilting his head into my neck and smelling it. “God,” he groans. “You smell amazing after sex. Lucky bastard.”

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