We don抰 come face-to-face until Monday afternoon. I抦 on my way back from a client lunch, running because it抯 starting to rain when he抯 suddenly in front of me, walking from the other direction.
His gaze falls to my wet button-down, now clinging to my curves. 揓esus,?he says, holding the door.
揟his can抰 be one of the outfits,?I argue quietly.
He leans close as we wait to go through the metal detector. 揟hey抮e all one of the outfits, Gemma.?
I release a shaky breath, and my nipples tighten beneath my damp bra. His gaze flickers there, as if he knows.
We climb on to the elevator and move toward the back. I stand in front of him, the same way I did in Miami. Out of view, without making a sound, he pulls me against his semi-erect cock. I glance to our right but no one has noticed. I look over my shoulder at him and he simply holds my gaze, daring me to move.
I swallow loudly. The elevator stops and one person climbs out, two people climb in. In the resulting shuffle, he pulses once against me, very intentionally, and all my air leaves me in a rush. I try to keep my breathing even and my expression calm. If anyone from the office sees this, I抦 screwed, but there is something incredibly erotic about the risk of it all.
He does it again on the next floor. I reach back and dig my hand into his thigh for balance.
The door opens again. 揕et抯 go to your apartment,?he says quietly.
My eyes fall closed. 揟he office is closer.?We pass our floor but neither of us move, and when the last people climb off, he reaches past me, and hits the button for the parking garage.
揥hat are you doing??
He laughs. 揧ou live above Whole Foods. That抯 five minutes from here.?
揃ut your office would be faster,?I continue to argue, also wondering how he knows where I live. He pulls me tight against him.
揘othing about tonight will go fast,?he says against my ear.
I抦 at my door and have just slid my key in the lock when I hear him approaching. My heart beats harder and faster. This is all I抳e thought about for a week straight, but I抦 suddenly searching for a way to back out.
I turn, biting my lip as I glance up at him. His mouth curves to the left just a hint, and he presses me to the door, his body warm and solid against mine. He抯 so much taller I have to crane my neck to meet his gaze.
揘o, Gemma, you don抰 get to cancel on me,?he says.
My laughter is startled, but also relieved. I guess I抦 more transparent than I thought.
揙kay,?I whisper, sliding my hands up his neck as he leans down to kiss me.
Has it only been since Friday that we last kissed? It seems like so much longer. My palms slide into his hair, then to his jaw梤ough, in need of a shave. He presses me harder to the door, his hand on my hip, pinning me there, and his mouth opens, demanding more. His erection is wedged right in the center of my rib cage. I reach between us and run my palm over him.
揙pen the fucking door,?he growls, and I can抰 even recall why I was resistant before. I turn the key in the lock, then he backs me inside the apartment. We don抰 stop until we抮e at the kitchen counter, where I grab his tie and pull his mouth back to mine. His hands, tight on my hips, slide back to grab my ass, to pull me tighter against him.
"Do you even live here,?he murmurs against my mouth, glancing quickly at my bare apartment while I unknot his tie, 搊r is this just some rental you use for sex?"
The tie loosened, I begin to unbutton his shirt. His chest is firm and hot beneath my hands. There抯 so much of him to explore I can barely decide where to begin. 揑've been too busy being a better lawyer than you to decorate.?
揑t抯 funny then,?he says, pulling my blouse overhead, unzipping my skirt, 搕hat you haven抰 made partner yet.?
I laugh against my will.
He pushes my skirt to the floor and moves back just enough to let me step out of it, his eyes traveling over me梟ow in nothing but lingerie and Louboutins. I start to kick the shoes off and he stops me.
揘ot yet,?he says. 揟hose goddamn heels of yours have tortured me for two years straight.?
I think maybe I knew this.
His hands are on his belt, tugging it free. His cock strains against his zipper. 揥here first??he asks.
揧ou're awfully certain there's going to be a second time.?
揋emma,?he says, 揑 plan to fuck you on every surface of this apartment eventually.?
He is smug and overconfident, and I should hate that卋ut I just don抰。 I really don抰。
揌ere.?His surprised exhale is audible as I slide to my knees.
I pull his pants and boxers down at the same time. His cock springs free, heavy and stiff, a single bead of moisture at the tip.
揋od, yes,?he hisses as I take him in my mouth. His hand goes to my hair and he抯 watching, watching, his eyes dark and drugged, struggling to stay open.