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Nodding my head against his chest, I breathlessly plead, “Yes.”
The pressure is intensifying, the circling of his fingers tightening and speeding up have me barreling towards release. I’m actually frightened by how quickly he’s bringing me to orgasm, but I’m unable to stop working my hips in tandem with his hand. I whimper at how close I am to coming.
“That’s it, pretty girl, let me get you there,” he says as he hooks my panties to the side. His middle finger glides along my wet pussy lips, sinking in just the tip and grinding the heel of his palm against my clit. “Fuck yes,” he groans out. “Your cunt is so fucking wet.”
Bringing one hand up to my mouth, I bite my fist. I have never had a man talk to me the way he is and I’m loving it. The dirty words roll off his tongue so easily, and his deep voice makes them even hotter.
My other hand, over the fabric of my dress, clutches his hand that is between my legs. I hold him there, not allowing him to pull away even if he tried. The rolling of my hips falter as I explode, my pussy clenching around the tip of his finger, aching for more. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to hold in my moan, but the sound escapes anyways.
My legs are shaking so bad that I desperately need to sit down. I bring a shaking hand to my throat. My breathing starts to slow, and I’m aware of how the indistinct chatter filtering down the hall to us from the lounge is muffled by the low whir of the air conditioning. Julian still holds me tightly with one arm, nuzzling my neck and humming with appreciation, all the while his other hand is still under my dress and cupping me, shallowly pumping and circling my center.
“That’s my girl, you did so good coming on my hand,” he croons.
His praise threatens to take me under again. But realizing what we’ve done—and where—has me stiffening and pushing his hands away from me. Rounding to face him and the hallway, I look around to see if anyone may have caught our clandestine embrace. When I ensure no one is watching, I swiftly glance back to Julian. I catalog his dark and hooded eyes, the flushed color of his cheeks above the sharp edge of his beard, and his puffy and moist lips. My eyes continue their journey down his heaving chest and fall to the unmistakable bulge in his pants. The bulge that was just grinding against my ass.
Then he raises his hand to his mouth and sucks on his middle finger, never breaking our gaze, causing me to blush furiously from more than just my recent orgasm.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Julian
Her blush deepensas she watches me savor her taste on my tongue. I want more of it, I want to taste it straight from the source. My cock gives a painful jerk at the thought. I had no idea what I was doing when I followed her down this hallway, but I can say with certainty that finger fucking Leena to orgasm was nowhere close to what I had imagined.
Making this woman come was the hottest fucking thing I have ever done. My dick is throbbing with unsatisfied pleasure, but I would rather her get off just to experience her sweet cunt squeezing around my fingers. Maybe one day it will be clenching my dick.
Leena’s hand flips her hair over her shoulders, then her spine straightens, and her eyes widen. She takes a step back from me. A wave of worry washes over me—worry that I’ve seriously fucked up, or that she is going to ditch me and freeze me out for good. My breathing stalls in my chest at the thought.
I’m so angry with myself for letting my physical desire for her cloud my brain. I knew I needed to proceed with caution when it came to pursuing this woman.
Looking up at me, she pushes her hair back. “Look, this happened and we can’t take it back—” I can’t hide my wince, andshe must notice because she rushes to say, “I’m not blaming you for what happened. I got lost in the moment, too. But it can’t happen again.”
Swallowing down my panic, I go for honesty. “I’m not sorry for what we did, because that was fucking hot, but I am sorry for it happening here and now.” Frowning, she starts twisting her hands. I move closer and place a hand on her hip while clasping her fidgeting fingers with the other. “I’m serious, Aleena. I’m asking you to give me a chance. What I feel for you may be intense and really fast, but I can’t turn it off. And I don’t want to.” Her full name once again falls from my lips when I want her to really hear what I have to say.
Her eyes soften and lips twitch like she’s trying to contain a smile. That’s encouraging. I continue on, “But I don’t want it to be just physical, I want to get to know you. There’s no way this connection between us is just lust. I feel it with a certainty I can’t explain, and I don’t want to scare you off, but that’s where I’m at. So, I’m just asking you to be open to what this can be.”
Worried I sound like a fucking sap, I snap my mouth closed before I can say any more that could scare her. When she doesn’t respond, I tilt her chin up with my knuckles and run my thumb over her bottom lip. I stifle a groan when she involuntarily swipes her tongue out, softly grazing the tip of my finger.
“Julian, I—” She is abruptly cut off when someone calls her name from the end of the hallway. She jumps away from me, and we both turn to see Charlie hurrying down the hall. I’m thankful for the interruption, because I really didn’t want to hear her reject meagain.
“Food was delivered to your table. I didn’t want anyone coming to look for you,” Charlie says in my direction. Leena narrows her eyes suspiciously, probably wondering why Charlie was keeping a look out for me. I might have an ally in my questto win Leena over. I’ll have to remember to thank her later. She may let me pick her brain for tips.
With a grateful nod of my head to convey my thanks, I turn to my girl.Mypretty girl, because sheismine.
“Please think about what I said.” Lowering my head, I brush my lips across her cheek then whisper, “My meal isn’t going to taste as good as you.” Moving around them, I surreptitiously adjust my aching dick as I call over my shoulder with a grin, “Night, ladies.”
Returning to the table, I quickly slip into my seat and scoot my chair in. The last thing I need is anyone at this table spotting the semi I’m still sporting.
My gaze remains locked on the hallway exit, waiting for Leena to emerge. But I’m startled by Diego calling across the table. “Everything all right?”
Bouncing my knee, I drag my gaze away from the hallway to my colleagues. “Oh, yep. Got stuck on a call I had to take.”
I push the food around my plate, taking an occasional bite, until Leena and her friend return to their table. Leena’s face is unreadable as she snatches up her drink and downs it in one gulp. Then she clumsily reaches for her purse, bobbling it until she firmly grasps it and slips the strap over her shoulder. Charlie hovers with a worried frown before they hastily make a beeline for the elevator.
Leena’s shoulders drop as the doors open, and she steps inside. Turning, she looks right at me until the doors slide shut. There’s a pang in my chest watching her walk away. I bring my glass to my mouth and knock back the remainder of my old-fashioned.
“That must have been some phone call,” Alisha says, her eyes sharp with curiosity as she watches me. Tapping the table next to my empty glass, she gives a flirty flutter of her lashes as she asks, “Another drink?”
As much as I want another to dull my worry, I know it wouldn’t really help. It will also make catching my early morning flight back to Philly even harder. I shake my head, “No, I’m good.” Politely smiling, I take another bite of my dish as Connor and Logan pull me into a discussion about the upcoming football season.
