Getting lost in sensation, in his touch, in him, I flick my tongue against his neck with my reply. “Bet.”
Relief sweeps his features as I press kisses along his jaw, repeating the word between each. As if my sentiments break the last of his control, he plunges into my mouth with a possessive tongue, feeding it to me first before I latch onto it and suck as he hoists me up further against the elevator wall. All at once, we burst into motion, his kiss sending me straight into orbit. The time and space between us continually diminish as the elevator doors open, and I remain wrapped around him, pulling my phone out of my pocket in an attempt to type out quick texts with my lips still latched to his neck.
With Easton. Presidential Suite. Never leaving. Go home without me.
Holly: All good. Eggplant emoji
Confused by her reply and easy permission, I frown at my phone.
“Huh? That’s weird.”
“What?”
“Holly just let me off the hook without demanding an explanation, no sign of mama bear in sight.”
“I can’t believe you’re fucking texting right now,” he growls, walking us down the corridor.
I lick along his neck before sweeping up the wet trail with the brush of my lips. “I’m clearing my schedule for my number one priority.” I pull his lobe into my mouth and bite.
“Well, when you put it that way, fine, but make it snappy,” he orders in heated demand.
“Snappy?” I laugh as he bursts through the door of his suite with me still firmly in his hold.
“That’s from my mom,” he admits with a smirk before setting me on my feet, his eyes pooling rapidly with desire before he pins me with his hips to the wall. He begins his wicked assault as I attempt to compose one last short text.
“I just have to,” Kiss. “Text.” Kiss. “My dad,” I finish as he pushes the jacket off my shoulders before he trails a tongue-filled kiss from the hollow of my throat to my lips. I adjust my arms to accommodate him as I try to type behind his back.
Groaning in frustration, he further nails me to the wall, fisting my dress at my thigh and gathering the material into his hand while using the other to dip in the back of my panties. Gripping my bare ass, he jerks my lower half forward, grinding the swollen length of his jean-covered cock against the thin material of my panties.
“Ah,” I gasp out, shooting off the only text I’m able to manage before releasing my phone. It clatters somewhere on the floor beneath us. I lick along his Adam’s apple just as he pushes my panties to the side and thrusts thick fingers into me. Shuddering around him, I cry out in pleasure.
“Maybe I should punish you,” he utters in a lust-filled threat.
“Absolutely…not,” I protest while he runs a featherlight fingertip along my clit, leaving me needy.
“You looked so fucking beautiful last night it hurt,” he pants, “but you meant to hurt me in that fucking bikini today. I almost had a goddamned heart attack when I saw that chain around your waist. It took every bit of my willpower not to get hard. That was cruel, baby.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you are,” he taunts, pumping his fingers faster. I hear my own arousal as his touch brings me straight to the brink. “Jesus…Easton, I’m going to come.”
“Not without me inside you.” He withdraws his fingers as I grip his wrist with one hand, bringing it back to where it was, and use the other to clutch his jaw firmly. “Easton, I love you, and if you want to punish me later, I’m all for it, but it’s been way too long, so I’m going to need you to skip the preliminaries and punch the hell in to get to work.”
A short pause before a burst of laughter follows, and I glare at him. “Please, Easton,” I whimper, “I need you.”
“I’ve got you, Beauty,” he murmurs before kneeling and untying my sandals. Standing, he brings the hem of my dress up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but a white thong.
Raking his lip with his teeth, he steps back and scans me as I grip the back of his neck. “Buttons, I need you to concentrate on my buttons. Easton, focus,” I grit out, clit thrumming, body blazing with need.
“Okay, Beauty, okay,” he murmurs in amusement, sweeping me into his arms and gently depositing me on my feet next to the bed. As he discards his boots, I glance back at the oversized king to see it’s freshly made. I swallow down the jealous sting the sight of it brings while biting the question away. Standing, Easton begins to unbutton his shirt and pauses when he reads my hesitation. “No, baby, fuck no. I couldn’t,” he admits earnestly. “Especially after I saw you last night. I couldn’t, Natalie. You’re safe with me.”