Page 10 of One Shade of Gray
Abeautiful womanin my embrace is the end to an enjoyable evening. An experience I had forgone for probably a decade. But a woman trembling, needing, aching in my arms is some kind ofbiblical.
I didn't want to do this here. The bar wasn’t crowded or dirty in the least, but it was still public. I wanted Izzy all to myself. “Would it be presumptive of me to pay the bill and call my car?” I whispered, still trailing my lips teasingly around the arches of her delicateear.
She swallowed, loud and heavy and wet, before answering. “No, not presumptuous since I’m three seconds from climbing into yourlap.”
I couldn’t help the surge of pride that burst through me. Moments like this were definitely something I appreciated about the modern era. Women who took what they wanted from a lover without compunction. She didn’t need to ask me twice. I sent a text to my driver, climbed out of the booth, and dropped a couple bills on the table. Once I’d paid, she handed me her bag. I took it without thinking, and then she glanced down to the very obvious tent of mypants.
I couldn’t care less if the entire country knew what she did to me. But in case she might be embarrassed, I carried her bag out into the dark street to shield myarousal.
My driver pulled up in a black town car before I could attempt conversation with a raging hard on. I opened the door for her and slid in behindher.
She shifted in the seat so her thighs aligned with mine. “Your driver got here veryfast.”
I didn’t bother with the seatbelt or the side-by-side business and lifted her off the leather into my lap. She took the hint and straddled mythighs.
She wiggled down so our bodies aligned in that absolute way. “Oh that’sbetter.”
I wrapped my hands around her to cup the shape of her ample hips. Before I had time to process it all, she had me flat against the back of the seat, hips swiveling against my cock, trailing teeth and lips and wet heat down the side of my neck. My mind blanked, and I gave in to the need for her. The tingle in my appendages, the raging blood in my dick. If I weren’t so practiced at playing a gentleman, I’d have ripped open her jeans and fucked her right there in the back of my car for the whole world towitness.
Those long-dormant depraved depths of me almost demanded it.Almost.
She reached into my hair and gripped the strands tight, pulling them before pressing her hips up to take mymouth.
Fuck, I could smell her arousal. That promise of sweaty sheets and a warm, wet entrance. I reached out, clutching her as tightly to me as possible. Everything. All of it. I wanted every single inch of her body against mine. Those throaty sighs she made as our lips molded together, tongues seeking permission and battling fordomination.
She kissed like she lived—with heat and fire, and a littlebite.
When she released my hair from her vice-like fingers, she pulled away from my lips, trailing her nails down my chest. I could barely feel it through my clothes, but the promise of it, the violence of it, was enough to set me trembling forher.
“How far?” she asked. That was it. As if forming full sentences was too much rightnow.
I glanced out the window to clear my brain and saw the last turn toward mybuilding.
“Seconds,” I whispered, pulling her in for another kiss. A little more. Just a little taste to tide me over until I got herinside.
The car stopped, and we both reached for the door handle. She laughed and climbed off me and out the door. I followed as close as I was able until we reached theelevator.
As it climbed the ten stories to the top floor, I cursed my penthouse for the first time in my life. The seven-by-seven-foot space held more sexual tension than I think the safety codepermitted.
The gleaming stainless steel door slid open achingly slowly. We stood in front of my flat, and I tried to maintain my composure while I unlocked the door to let herin.
After I locked it again, I turned to face her. “Do you want adrink?”
She tilted her head and lowered her eyebrows to give me a purely feminine look that even I recognized, having been off women for a decade, before the slow shake of her head. “Do you really think I came over here for adrink?”
Now that we’d both taken a breather, the clarity of the situation was starting to filter in. My lust-addled mind pinged warnings through the haze like a lighthouse in a dense fog. This was meant to be my second chance with her, not a booty call or whatever ridiculous name they’d given one night stands in this century. Albeit people usually didn’t do one night stands with theiremployers.
“Stop,” she said, forceful andclear.
I froze and met her eyes. “What?”
She ambled closer and began to slip the buttons of my vest through their opposing holes. “Whatever it is that you’re thinking about right now. Just stop. I can see the gears whirring about in that head of yours. I’m not letting your brain cock blockme.”
Cock block wasn’t a term I’d picked up this decade, but the meaning was clear. “I just don’t want you to think this is all I want fromyou.”
Once she finished the buttons of my vest, she stripped it off my shoulders and let it drop in a soft puddle on the floor. Then she started on my dress shirt with a single-mindedness I found both erotic andimpressive.
“I was very clear at the bar. I’m the one usingyouforsex.”
