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“Not if we’re quick about it.”
“Excellent thinking.”
Giggling, I reach down and unbuckle his belt as his hand slides into the back of my panties. He squeezes my ass in appreciation, and it makes me fumble with his dumb zipper, feeling his steel-hard cock bulge against it. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m all for spontaneity, yet this is more than that. Something about Sean makes me want to act absolutely feral (he wasn’t off with the monster thing, and it’s not limited to Tuesdays) when we’re alone together.
He doesn’t even pull my panties down, only shoves them to the side before thrusting into me with a quick jerk of his hips. I gasp, and my head falls against the wall, my body already shaking in anticipation. Heavens. No one ever made me as full as Sean makes me. I barely get a chance to adjust before he’s grinding into me.
All I can do is cling to him and enjoy the ride.
“Fuck, Jess,” Sean groans into my mouth. “Do you know how much you drive me crazy?”
I want to say, “Oh, believe me, it’s my special talent.” All I manage to utter is “Huh?” My brain is off-line. Sleeping. Undergoing some major update.
“You look perfect like this,” he rumbles, thrusting, “with my cock inside of you. Your cunt is mine and only mine.”
God, I could hear him talk this way for hours.
At least this quickie will hold us over a minute.
Or two. Ha!
When I come, it’s because of how he’s grinding into me. I moan his name and crush my face against his neck as I ride out my orgasm. He keeps thrusting, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of my thighs from holding me so tight. He comes a few seconds later with a deep groan that is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. “Arghh.”
Unfortunately, there’s no basking in the afterglow.
We’re acutely aware that we’re holding up the elevator, and it’s only a matter of time before someone calls for it, and creepy superintendent Mr. Fletcher shows up. He’s the last person I want to see on a fiery morning like this.
With matching grins, we pull ourselves together and Sean presses the button to resume our trip to the parking garage.
The elevator grinds to a halt with a cheerful ding.
As the gap between the elevator doors widens, there he stands. He’s furiously whacking the elevator button: the superintendent, Mr. Creeper himself, with a protruding belly and a few wisps of hair attempting to cover his bald head. It’s as if he has an uncanny sixth sense for inconvenient moments.
At first, he looks annoyed, as if the elevator had taken a detour to Mount Vesuvius, the infamous volcano in Italy, known for its historic eruption that buried the ancient city of Pompeii under layers of ash and lava. And well, it basically had. Judging by the scorching heat in here, we might as well be roasting marshmallows. However, as soon as the doors open wide enough for him to spot Sean, his demeanor changes in an instant.
“Good morning, sir,” he oozes, laying on the charm. (That kiss-up!) “How are you doing, Mr. Blackwood? It’s a pleasure to see you. Is everything in order? Did you notice the elevator took longer this morning?”
“Yes, of course I noticed.” Sean gives him his signature curt dark nod, a clear signal that he’s not in the mood for pleasantries.
“Oh, I see. How unfortunate, Mr. Blackwood. I’m very sorry about that. Just a minor delay, I suppose.”
“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
A smile settles on my lips, and I quickly wipe it away.
“Of course, sir.” Mr. Fletcher steps aside for him, and when his eyes fall on me, he gives me one of his intrusive stares with his unblinking eyes. Ugh.
Before he can utter a word, Sean steps forward and leads me out, blocking Mr. Fletcher’s view of me. He’s not allowed to even look in my direction. That legendary grumpy glare on Sean’s face says it all: Hands off, buddy. Watch your eyes—if you wanna keep ‘em.
He might as well have said it out loud, because Mr. Fletcher’s expression shifts abruptly, his smile vanishing into a nervous one.
With a fawning tone, he quickly says, “Thank you, Mr. Blackwood. If there’s anything you ever need, don’t hesitate to ask. We aim to ensure your stay is nothing short of perfection. Have an excellent day ahead.”
“Have a good day, Mr. Fletcher,” Sean says as we head out the door.
It’s official. I’ve got the best bodyguard in town.
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