Page 605 of Manhattan Bossholes

A short while later, Carl gave us a knowing smile as we tripped our way to the elevator. Our doorman knew everything, but told nothing. The moment the elevator doors closed, we pounced on each other. I pinned Felicity to the wall, kissing her with a passion built up from acting civilized for the past few hours.

She caught my lower lip between her teeth, giving me a little nip. I growled in response, getting a laugh out of her.

“I’ve wanted you all night,” she admitted as I kissed the hollow of her throat. “That dip outside the theater did things to me.”

“What sort of things?” I asked gruffly.

“Why don’t you find out?”

Felicity wrenched the hem of her dress up her thighs, giving my hand easy access to the delights beneath. I cupped her warmth gently, letting my fingertips drift over the lace of her panties.

“Are you ready for me?” I asked.

“Dying for you,” she whispered.

I knew where the cameras in the elevator were, so I angled our bodies keeping Felicity completely hidden behind me. I slipped my fingers beneath the lace and sank into her sweetness. She was more than ready, and so was I.

The elevator dinged way too soon, and we untangled from each other and practically ran down the hallway to my door, holding hands and laughing.

“Boris,” I said as I tapped the keypad. “Shit, I need to get him outside.”

“Take care of him and I’ll make sure you have something to look forward to when you get back,” Felicity said as she kicked off her heels. “Maybe I’ll even send you some creative photos while you’re out there.”

I’d never leashed up my dog faster.

The first photo arrived when we exited the building. An image of Felicity from the neck down, ending at the top of her breasts. It was framed so beautifully that it was a work of art. I could see the hint of one nipple. I groaned.

“Hurry up, bud,” I said to Boris, who wanted to sniff every signpost on the block. “Please.”

My phone sounded again. This time the photo was of her leg propped up on the counter in my bathroom, from her inner thigh down to her pointed toe. Modest, but still sexy as hell, because I could only imagine what was reflected in the mirror just beyond where the photo cut off. Was she still wearing her panties, or was she naked? My entire body coursed with need for her.

“Boris, my man, you’re killing me,” I joked. But I couldn’t blame him; we’d been gone for a few hours, and I was about to be busy for couple more.

Another ding on my phone, followed by a Veritique alert. They’d been going off all night, but I had been too focused on being with Felicity to check them.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned when I saw her latest photo.

She was now in my bed, on her elbows and knees. She’d managed to angle the camera over her shoulder, to capture her body from her mid-back to her ass, framing the perfect sweep of her skin to her gorgeous full cheeks. It was like she was poised and waiting for me to get behind her and thrust deep inside.

Boris finally finished his business and took off for the building. I ran even faster than he did, desperate for another photo or better yet, the real thing.

My phone dinged again as we took the elevator up. The final photo was of Felicity’s midsection, with her hand clutching between her crossed legs like she was fingering herself. I banged the elevator button as if it would make the damn thing move faster.

“I’m back,” I shouted as I opened the door. “You better be naked on the bed and waiting for me.”

I wrenched my tie off and unbuttoned my shirt as I strode down the hallway to my room. I kicked my pants and briefs off as I crossed the threshold to my bedroom and froze.

Felicity was bent over the bed with her ass facing the doorway. She glanced over her shoulder at me.

“Do you like?”

I let out a primal groan and stalked over to her. I grabbed her hips and dropped to my knees to bury my face between her legs.

“Cameron,” she whimpered the moment my tongue touched her nub.

I pressed my tongue against her, gripping her hips to stabilize her. She moaned as I made love to her with my mouth, and each little cry only made me work harder to bring her to the edge. My cock was hard and throbbing for her, but I wanted to see her come undone before I buried myself in her heat.

I wanted her to feel as desperate and wild as I did.