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CHAPTER 19
RAVEN
My heart’s in my throat as the elevator climbs up the shaft. The doorman in the lobby said nothing, not even raising a brow as he scanned the panel for me and sent me on my way.
I’m still not sure if I’m doing the right thing, neither by running over here like I’m at Dylan’s beck and call, nor in what I chose to wear while doing it. But Maggie supported me when I told her my idea, helping me pick out an outfit. She even helped me knot the trench coat I borrowed from her closet, the remnant of an old Halloween costume of hers where she dressed as Carmen Sandiego. She’s ‘released me into the wilds’, as she called it when the car Dylan sent showed up.
The elevator slows, and the door dings before opening, revealing a short, almost perfunctory hallway in front of a set of ornate, all-black double doors. Stepping forward, I clear my throat, swallowing my fear as the elevator closes behind me.
Am I doing the right thing? Is this reckless? Am I going to regret it?
I don’t know, but I’m doing what every fiber of my body tells me I have to do. That Iwantto. That I wanthim. All night, during dinner, I felt like I was in the wrong place, that where I needed to be was in his arms.
Lifting a trembling fist, I go to knock on the door, but before I can, the doors swing open on silent hinges, revealing the foyer inside. He’s standing there, just on the edge of where the foyer becomes what looks like a short set of steps to an elevated living room, and the rest of the penthouse suite stretching out beyond.
Of course he’d live in the penthouse. But he looks like he’s exactly where he should be. I know that wasn’t always the case. I learned that from my research about how he became a self-made man, and Dylan’s alluded to rougher days in his past. But you’d never know it now. He’s perfectly at home surrounded by opulence. It suits him.
He looks powerful and knee-quakingly handsome. He’s dressed like he just got done at the office, his black suit pants tailored to his body, his shirt unbuttoned a few buttons to reveal his smooth, powerful chest, his sleeves rolled up, showing off the corded muscles of his forearms.
Holy hell.This man is bad for me in ways that feel too damn good.
“Mr. Sharpe,” I rasp, my legs quaking. We’re not at work, and there’s no one who might overhear us, but I use the professional name intentionally, nearly purring it. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you too, Miss Hill.” There’s a hint of tease to his voice as he plays along with me, but mostly, what I hear is the barely disguised need in his words. It sends a shiver down my spine.
“What have you been up to?” I ask casually. As if this could be an everyday occurrence as I walk deeper into his suite and look around while he closesthe door behind me.
“Killing time until I could fuck you again.”
I gasp, turning to meet his gaze. Hypnotized, I stand tall while his eyes grace over my body—my breasts, my hips, my exposed legs, and back up to my face. “What are you wearing?”
“This?” I say, reaching for the trench coat’s belt and undoing it. The coat falls open, revealing the lacy, red see-thru lingerie and thigh-high stockings I’m wearing underneath. As soon as I saw them in my dresser drawer, I knew they were all I wanted to wear. They’re the sexiest set I own. I look him in the eye, steeling my voice. “Or this?” I say, drawing my fingertip down the line of my cleavage.
“Fuck, Raven.” He barely breathes the words as his bottom lip drops down. “I need you.”
He steps forward, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles, his eyes burning with desire. I definitely chose the right outfit, and given the way Dylan’s looking at me, I made the correct choice in coming, too. His reaction, both to my body and my presence, is everything I hoped it would be.
“Then take me,” I say with soft smile.
He leads me through the living room and to the sweeping, curving stairs. All around me, I can sense wealth and luxury, but my eyes never leave Dylan as he guides me up the wide, shallow steps to the second floor, and then down a short hallway to an enormous bedroom that’s dominated by a massive king bed. Stopping at the foot of the bed, Dylan looks me up and down. “You’re beautiful, Darling,” he says, brushing a lock of my hair back over my shoulder.
“I need you too,” I tell him.
Dylan’s hand travels to my shoulder where he presses down, and I sink to my knees and reach for his belt. My mouth goes dry as I undo his belt and ease his zipper down, freeing the length of his thick cock. Looking up, I see that he dips his chin in permission, and I lean forward, licking him from root all the way to his tip, tasting his warm skin and coating him with mysaliva, before worshiping Dylan’s cock with soft butterfly kisses around his head.
Dylan touches my jaw, and I open my mouth, staying very still as he takes my head in his hands and slowly feeds me his cock. Velvety steel fills my mouth, stretching my lips and pushing over my tongue. Reaching up, I roll his sac in my hand, weighing his balls and devoting everything to his pleasure as he invades my mouth, holding there for a moment before pulling back.
“I want you to touch yourself while I fuck these pretty lips of yours,” he says, his voice tight and hard. “When I come, you’re not going to swallow a single drop until I say so. Do you understand?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan around his cock, and Dylan jerks forward, touching the back of my throat with his crown.
“Do it, Raven. Touch yourself. Obey me.” There’s a darkness to him now, and I welcome it, wanting all of him—the powerful, domineering devil he thinks he is. And while I know he can be that, he’s also watchful and careful with me, pushing at my limits but respecting them. It makes me want to go further, just to prove to us both that I can.
I want to please him in all things. Personal and professional. And right now, sexual.
A warm tingle goes through me, and I do as ordered, reaching down between my legs to stroke my clit through my panties. I time my fingers with his thrusts, rubbing back and forth until I’m hot and wet and my clit is swollen and pressed electrically against the thin fabric.
Pulling my panties aside, I slide two fingers deep inside me, moaning around Dylan’s cock as he fucks my throat. My cheeks hollow out, my tongue working for one purpose and one purpose only, to please him. I run it everywhere, up the underside of his shaft, around the flared ridge of his head, even into his slit when he pullsback far enough.
