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Score one for Will.
‘Sweetheart, I would’ve fucked you in the lift with all those people given half a chance. I should warn you, I’m not shy.’
‘No, I can see that.’ Her eyes flick to my crotch, but it’s not my fault my pants are currently so tight you can tell whether I’m circumcised.
Wouldn’t you like to know. . .
‘But no, I’m not going to fuck you. At least, not yet.’ She looks a little sceptical. And turned on as her gaze flicks south again. ‘Hurry,’ I urge. ‘I promise I don’t bite.’Much, at least.
She places her hand in mine, and I pull her through the open door.
The room is pure corporate bland and more of a meeting room than a conference suite. An oval boardroom table sits at the centre, an interactive whiteboard at one end and a discreet coffee station at the other. The walls on either side are entirely glass—a dark tinted one overlooks Edwardian buildings and the other frosted glass one leads into the hotel. With night having fallen, the room is mostly dark with only a small lamp at the coffee station that’s presumably just been restocked.
‘Girls in pale dresses with plum-coloured lips.’
‘What?’ As she lifts her gaze, she looks delighted, recognising my intentions immediately. I might not be singing, but the intonation’s there.
‘My tongue in her mouth, my hands on her hips.’ I follow my impromptu lyrics with the same action of my hands.
‘Pretty pink bottoms, girls tied up with string... These are a few of my favourite things.’
‘Cute,’ she says, laughing a little nervously as her eyes dip to where I hold her.
‘Cute?’ I tug her body tighter into mine, forcing her to tip her chin. ‘Do I look cute to you?’
Her green eyes darken, and she swallows. ‘No. I’d say you suddenly look a little serious—’
My mouth is immediately over hers, and the intensity is all her doing. If she hadn’t licked her lips—one flick of her raspberry-coloured tongue—my mouth wouldn’t be devouring hers. End of conversation.
My hands cradle her head while my mouth pillages and my tongue fucks. I press harder, deeper, until her hands are sliding under my jacket and grasping at my shirt, her moans desperate and sweet.
‘I am serious, plum.’ So fucking serious. I spin her body, her back to my chest, to stop her hands from stripping me.We don’t have time for that.
‘Please,’ she whispers, trying to twist back, her hands as frantic as a dozen pairs instead of just one. And, fuck, if that doesn’t make me harder.
Julian’s loss is absolutely my gain.
‘Wait,’ I rasp, pressing my mouth against the slope between her shoulder and neck, testing the soft skin with my teeth. Sadie’s legs almost buckle, and she releases a stuttering moan. ‘Shush, love. We have to be quiet,’ requested no man ever, unless... you fancy finding yourself in the local nick facing a charge for public indecency.Wouldn’t that go down well with the fam.
‘But I want you.’ She reaches around, palming my cock, and I grunt a hard curse. ‘I want this. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.’
Her words are like a shot of pure adrenaline through my veins. She can’t know what they do to me, how they call to me, or how many physical experiences I could put on that list. But this is just a taste. It wouldn’t be fair to fuck her here.
Because I’m no fuckers second choice,’ she growls.
‘Christ.’ I grate out, pulsing into her. ‘The fuck you are, beautiful. You’re a queen.’
‘Tell me more,’ she demands breathily, making me work for it as her fingernails drag over my dick—making me hiss out a curse.
‘You’re a fucking queen.’ If my voice sounds rough, it’s because my need is immediate, and my grip tenuous. ‘And your throne is my face.’
‘Yes!’
‘And I’m going to give you this cock so hard. So fucking hard.’ My mouth finds her neck again where I lave and lap, working my fingers over her shoulder, along with one thin dress strap.
As the fabric falls away, I take the weight of her pert, exposed breast into my hand, my thumbs and forefinger pinching the tip.
‘You like that,’ I tell her as she begins to pant. Her whole body trembles, taut and humming with need. ‘You’re so beautiful. Look at yourself, sweetheart. See through my eyes.’
