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He wants to fuck me.
Hell, I want to fuck him too.
Does that make it wrong? It definitely doesn’t make it right. But I’m not sure I care. This whole night suddenly feels like a waste, so maybe I should get something out of it.
Something for me. Evan can burn in hell. Dylan can too, for all I care right now. But I still have one play to make. A Hail Mary that’ll let the desire burning between us overflow into something tangible. An orgasm, hopefully.
A job?
The tiny voice of disappointment whimpers in the back of my mind, and I tell it to shut up. I’m not sleeping my way to the top, but am I willing to possibly sleep my way through the front door?
“Where can we go?” I whisper.
CHAPTER 8
DYLAN
Something happened while I was gone. I don’t know what, and I should definitely ask, but when Raven looks at me with desire in her eyes, my trademark logic and judgment take a backseat to lust.
Leading Raven through the crowded ballroom, I can’t ignore the burning little ember of her hand in mine. She doesn’t ask where we’re going, trusting that I know where we can be alone. And I do.
I’ve been waiting all fucking night for this, and the feel of her hand in mine only fuels me to get her to a private room faster. On the elevator, I nearly jam the button for the tenth floor. She doesn’t say a word, but her chest rises and falls with heated anticipation, and I have to grit my teeth to stop from taking her right here.
The chime dings our arrival on the requested floor and the elevator doors open. The sound of her heels on the tile as wewalk down the deserted hallway sends sparks through me, and by the time we get to an empty conference room, I’m as hard as a rock and in desperate need of this woman. Her green eyes darken as she steps past me and allows me to quietly close the door behind us. It doesn’t lock, but no one followed us here and I’m certain there will be enough privacy for what we need right now. So long as she’s quiet.
The conference room is dominated by a long table that’s at just the right height for what we have in mind, and there’s a small amount of ambient light from the moon shining through the blinds and the tiny, dim LEDs around the perimeter of the room that make the fire in her eyes plain to see.
My pulse quickens, and I’m eager, far too eager to finally have her how I’ve wanted from the moment I first saw her. She has bewitched me with not only her beauty, but her poise and intelligence.
I close the distance between us, and she meets me halfway, confidently pushing my jacket back.My needy girl. I let it fall from my shoulders, tossing it to the table behind me in favor of touching her.
Without a word, she leans in. Her kiss is breathtaking, her lips warm and inviting, and the pressure of her soft, yielding curves beneath my palms stokes the fire inside me to a blazing inferno.
A gentle moan passes over her lips into the heated air between us, and I want to do anything to elicit that sound again and again. I chase it to her mouth, then along her jawline to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She tilts her head, allowing me further access, but I slip my fingers to her chin, angling her even more. I want all of her, want to claim every inch and mark her with my touch. She braces herself with her palms on my chest, letting me overwhelm us both with growing need.
I return to her mouth, kissing her deeply. She tastes ofchampagne, and it only adds to the intoxicating hold she has on me. I want more, now.
Not breaking our kiss, I lead her to the table until she’s caught between myself and the hardwood. With one hand gripping her hip to keep her where I want her, the other reaches up her neck to the nape of her hair, gathering a fistful and tugging gently.
As her back bows and I work my way down her neck and across her collarbone with open mouthed kisses, she moans yet again, this time with my name slipping through her lips, which are already swollen from our passion.
She’s gorgeous and eager and everything I need right now. Best of all, she gives it back just as much. She’s not shy, knowing what she wants.
As we kiss, Raven's hands move down my back, tugging my shirt out of my pants and deftly working at the buttons as I push her dress up higher, my fingers finding first, the silken softness of her stockings, and then, the warm, smooth skin of her thigh above them. I nip at her neck at the same time I grip her ass firmly beneath her dress, and she gasps for me.
I can feel myself losing control, my body taking over as the passion between us rises into an all-consuming fire. Finally, I pull back, my chest heaving as Raven looks at me. The moment is heavy with intensity.
I know what I want.
And looking into Raven’s emerald eyes, I know what she wants.
“Say it.” It’s my one demand.
“Fuck me, Dylan,” she whispers hotly, her breasts already trembling with shaky breath. “Please.”
I don’t know what changed for her. I’m not sure I care. I never claimed to be a good man, and while I’m utterly gone for Raven in this moment, deep in my psyche, there’s a tiny hint of triumph that my plan is coming tofruition so perfectly.
Fuck Evan Faulkner.
