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I could see people I’ve known for years flash their eyes over to me in a look of wondering how I could simply sit back. I kept my usual stone face as I watched Dylan go through our presentation slide by slide. I could feel a smile slip every so often. I watched as one by one, the room here and virtually, leaned in completely captivated by her.
I know the feeling.
Even after the meeting adjourned, even after the cameras were off, there was nothing more I wanted to do than throw my arms around her and pull her close to me. Her black wide-leg trousers would have brushed against my herringbone. Her red heels would have dangled millimeters from the floor across my shoe tops. The deep floral pattern of her blouse would have partially disappeared inside the edges of my jacket, as my nose would have disappeared near the high-collared bow around her neck as I’d drink in from her obvious deep well of power.
The thought of it made things inside of me shiver and twitch. I was glad I was in the car alone. I could shift and adjust as necessary in a vain countdown until she could meet me at my door. The elevator from the parking structure couldn’t move fast enough. I fidgeted with my keys the entire ride up.
As the doors open, Dylan’s figure arches along the wall at the end of the hall. Her bag dangles at her side. Her shoulder blades touch the wall as her hair cascades long and straight over her left side. Her hips are thrust out as she seemingly poses for me outside my door.
I’m tugging on my tie from the minute we lock eyes, as she drops the handle of her bag, pulling on the bow around her neck. The keys to my apartment dangle next to her ear as my hands capture her flushed cheeks in my hands.
Her hands slide under my jacket, gripping over my rib cage. I fumble with the lock, as all I want to do is devour her. Her soft giggle against my lips is one of the sexiest sounds she makes. Wefall in the door and I kick her bag as the lead. Dylan slams the door behind us; we’re finally enclosed alone.
The frenzy begins to allow our skin to meet. Her hands that were once on my back are now sliding up to push my jacket to the floor and complete the removal of my tie. Her top is like a maze I have to solve. She’s begun the work by allowing the bow to fall, however, the twists and turns around her neck make it difficult for me to achieve my goal.
By the time my fingers finally find her neck, every button on my shirt is open, leaving my chest bare for her lips. As she allows me to enjoy the sweet taste of her skin, she lowers the side zipper of her top in one slow motion. With one step back, she raises her arms sexily above her head, letting me know it's my turn to free her.
The silken fabric pulls away from her skin easily and is next in a trail from the front door. The ivory lace that blends with her skin is delicate in contrast to the strength she radiates. My hands slide down over the fabric, taking it with me. I have myself the pleasure once again of committing to memory everything that she is. Strong yet soft, petite yet powerful, and in this moment, one-hundred-percent mine.
We back up slowly into the living room, tasting each other while she works my belt buckle. Her teeth tug at my bottom lip. “Fuck. Today was such a rush.”
I groan. “I could have taken you on that boardroom table.”
Dylan maneuvers us with the infinite grace she possesses around the coffee table and pulls us to fall onto the sofa. “I thought you said work only at work.”
“I’m already breaking several rules with you. So since I’m going to hell anyway, I might as well go out with a bang.”
Her deep laugh is just as hot as her girl-like giggle. “I love your choice of words.” She arches backward underneath me as weboth fight with our zippers in the rush we’re in. “Look under the books on the table.”
I knock them back to find a short string of help for when we’re not near my bedside table. “Now I know what you were doing the other day when I took a bit longer in the shower.”
Her hands slide into my waistband, gripping me tight as the fabric of my pants slips lower on my legs. “I told you I had plans.”
As I rise up to my knees, Dylan arches back to slide her pants off, tossing them with ease behind the couch along with her shoes. They hit the hardwood with a thump, followed by a second. She lifts her arms over her head, and they playfully disappear over the arm of the sofa as her breasts push toward me and the sky.
I rip into the foil with the same growl I have just at the sight of her. If only I had three or four hands right now. I could finish protecting both of us while getting to touch her body. I’m jealous of her hands as they play with her breasts. Her legs slide back and forth slowly between mine. “I could watch you all day.”
“I hope that’s not all you do.”
“Oh hell no,” I assure her.
With my hands finally free, I let one disappear between us as I lean forward and plank over her. Dylan reaches up and pulls me to her lips, as my hand travels a frantic path to give her a taste of what my body feels. Her beautiful body rolls into the vibration of my fingers.
She responds nearly instantly. I can already feel from her what I feel inside. I can’t wait any longer. She pants as her eyes lower to watch as I align us. Every time with her is like the first time. That same anticipation and deep-seated desire always burns right below the surface. As I sink inside her in one slow, full motion, we both exhale. It’s a sigh of relief.
I lower closer to her; my knees bear the weight. My arms wrap around her heated body to anchor her to me. I’m tethered between wanting to race to the finish because my entire being is telling me to and yet I want to make this last as long as I can. I’ve never wanted a woman so much. I’ve never been this driven to be connected in this way.
My hips thrust forward and back in time with the beat of my heart. No amount of breathing is going to slow the rate. Her nails claw up the fabric of the couch before she wraps her arms around my back. I pin her frame to the pillows. Each pulse of my body brings a noise from her.
What begins with a slow breath becomes a gentle moan in my ear and is climbing to a constant string of pants, some of which contain my name, which is only making me drive harder to the finish line.
“Ohhhhhhh fuck…” she groans in a high pitch. “Eli, I’m…”
“Viper. Wait. For. Me,” I growl. I can feel the battle. There’s no loser. I make it last, we win. I give in, we win.
We stop communicating in words. She knows my body now nearly as well as her own. She can feel the shake in my shoulders, the tightness of my abs, my harsh breath on her neck. Dylan and I release our fiery passion for each other and this day in a way that makes me grateful for the noise of the city.
“Did you want me to order in, instead? I think you might be too tired to cook.” Wes’s voice echoes in the hallway as he crunches on an apple.
