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Why does it suddenly feel like this is going to be a long night?
And how many of these events can I do where I’m secretly seeing Asher and we pretend we don’t even know each other?
It’s going to get harder before it gets easier, that’s for sure.
After my second dirty martini, I head to the restroom. It’s quiet in this hallway as we’re the only event on a Tuesday evening in this huge events center, and when I exit the bathroom, I spot a lone figure standing in the hallway leaning against the wall and apparently waiting for me.
He pushes off the wall with his heel and stalks down the hall toward me, a little menacing, a little aggressive, and very, very hot.
He stops short of me, and he reaches out and lightly grips my throat. He guides me back until I bump into the wall, and his lips move immediately to mine.
I wrap my arms around him, knowing full well that anyone could walk down this hallway at any time, and maybe the secrecy of it all is part of what makes it so hot with him.
I tend to think that has nothing to do with it at all, though.
He bucks his hips against me, and I can feel how needy he is. How much he wants this…wantsme.
“Christ, Des,” he murmurs as he pulls away from my mouth. “I can’t stay away from you.” His lips find my neck, and he kisses his way back up to my mouth before he pulls back. “I’m fucking addicted to you.”
My only response is to move my hungry mouth back to his.
“We can’t do this out here,” he says, some semblance of responsibility falling back over him, which is lucky because mine up and left the premises.
He thrusts his hips to mine again, and then he grabs my hand and leads me to those executive meeting rooms he mentioned earlier.
He tries the first door, and it’s locked. The second, however, is open.
He looks both ways before he slips inside one, yanking me in behind him, and he has me pressed against the wall with his mouth on mine and his hand fumbling with the bottom of my dress in a near instant. He shoves my panties aside and slides a finger into me, and I whimper at the feel of his hands back on my body as I grip onto his upper arms, my head rolling back and my eyes closing as I bite my lip to try to move the sensation somewhere else on my body so I don’t start to come too soon.
I don’t want to. I want to live in this moment a little longer.
His mouth is still on mine, and he groans as he feels how wet I am. Without any sort of warning whatsoever, he drops to his knees, tosses my leg over his shoulder, and yanks my panties harder to the side before he dives face first into my pussy.
He moans as he tastes me, and I lean back against the wall as I wrap my hands around his head, pulling him into me as I ride his face. God, he feels good. His scruff tickles my thighs as he sucks on my clit, lighting the fuse that’s about to lead to the explosion of fireworks.
It doesn’t take long. That man can use the hell out of his mouth, and as he slides his long finger back inside me, I detonate into a million tiny pieces. The one knee I’m balancing on nearly buckles as I start to come, and I hold onto his head as my leg that’s tossed over his shoulder clings onto him. He stays right where he is as he guides me through an intense, brutal release, and when the tremors of pleasure start to fade into warmth, he finally gently lowers my leg from his shoulder and straightens to a stand, careful to continue holding me up.
Once he’s fully at a stand, he reaches behind my knees and pulls me literally into his arms, carrying me over to the conference table and depositing me on the end of it. He reaches under my dress, bunching it up around my waist, and slides my panties down my legs. “Don’t need these,” he mutters, tossing them to the floor, and then he fumbles with his belt buckle.
He pulls out that gorgeous cock of his, stroking it a few times before he gazes at my darkened eyes. “How has it only been twenty-four hours since the last time I fucked you? It feels like it’s been forever.”
He leans over me, and his mouth collides with mine before I get a chance to agree.
It’s a messy kiss, the first signal that he’s falling apart with need. He pulls back, yanks me down toward the end of the table, and grips his cock, sliding it through me and jerking it against my sensitive clit a few times.
I moan at the feel of him, my eyes hot on him as I watch his handsome face. He’s looking down at the spot where our bodiesare about to join, his dark lashes fanned out high on those strong cheekbones.
He exudes this animal magnetism, this charm, and to know that I’m the one who caught his attention makes me feel self-assured and proud as fuck.
He pushes into me, and his eyes flick up to mine. “Fuck, yes, Des. You’re so hot and tight for me.”
He clenches his jaw but parts his lips as a hot determination passes through his eyes, and he growls as he starts to move inside me with nothing between us for the second time.
He leans forward and tucks some of my hair behind my ear, a tender caress in an otherwise carnal act. He drives into me harder and harder, picking up the pace like he needs to cross the finish line in order to breathe again. He leans all the way down and kisses my neck before stretching to find my mouth.
He grunts and groans as his tongue batters mine, the tang of my own pussy still on his tongue, and I inexplicably feel my second release building.
He’ll return to the ballroom where tonight’s event is taking place and talk to other players—maybe even his coaches—with my scent hot on his tongue. It’s all sorts of forbidden and wrong, and the mere thought pushes me into a pulsing, quaking climax.
