Mr. Park Lane (The Mister)

She pushed at my chest and reluctantly, I pulled back. “Joshua.”

I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more. All the reasons more was a bad idea seemed to have stayed behind in the corridor and now, in this moment, all I wanted was Hartford.

I pulled at her shirt and began to undo the buttons. She could stop me if she wanted, but all I could think about was how her skin would feel next to mine and how her breasts would taste in my mouth.

“I’m okay, Joshua. You don’t need to do this.”

I looked up at her. “I want to. I want you.”

“But . . . is it a good idea?”

I pulled off her shirt, pulled her bra strap off her shoulders, and placed a kiss on the indentation the strap had left. Her skin was soft and smooth and oh-so-hot. “It feels like a good idea.”

She sighed as I traced my fingers up her spine. “There are a lot of reasons why it’s not.”

“We’re friends,” I said. “This. Tonight. It doesn’t have to change anything if we don’t let it.”

She stared at the top of my chest and I paused, waiting for her reaction.

She slid her hands up my chest and began to unbutton my shirt. “And tomorrow it will be like it never happened.” It wasn’t a question and I wasn’t about to argue. “Yes. I can make up for the fact that I’ve only done six thousand steps today.”

I chuckled and pulled off my shirt, stripped out of my trousers. “That sounds like a challenge. Let’s see if I can make you sweat, Hartford.” I snapped open the buttons of her jeans and pushed my hand down into her underwear to find more heat. “Let’s see if I can make you pant.” My fingers found her clit. I caught her moan in my mouth as I kissed her again. It was more passionate this time, less careful. Needier. Dirtier.

Her hips began to sway as my fingers pushed and circled. Her body was so responsive. But, God, it wasn’t enough.

I stepped away and yanked her jeans down, impatient for more.

“I don’t know where to start. My mouth on your pussy, your breasts in my hands, or my cock as deep as it will go.”

She transferred her weight onto each leg as I pulled off her jeans, her fingers threaded into my hair to steady herself.

Staying on my knees, I pulled her toward me and pushed her underwear to one side.

“Joshua,” she gasped, stumbling back until she hit the sofa and sat. Perfect.

I pushed open her legs, my hands on her thighs, as I dipped forward to taste her. Fucking delicious. Her clit pulsed under my tongue as I greedily licked and sucked and pushed and rounded her. She was wet so quickly, my hardened cock reared in eagerness at the idea that soon I’d be buried in it. I was impatient for her slick heat and pushed in two fingers.

Her hands tightened in my hair and she bucked off of the cushions. “Joshua. It’s too much. I’m going to come.”

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy with a pop. “That’s right.”

Circling my thumb over her clit, my fingers working into her, I watched as she climbed higher and higher and higher. She called out as I felt her vibrate around my hand.

Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get inside her.

As she floated back down from her orgasm, she gave me a small, shy smile.

“You’re so sexy,” I said and held out my hand.

“I’m not sure if I can walk.”

I chuckled as I pulled her up from the sofa. “And we’re just getting started.”

As we got into her bedroom, I spun her around and unclasped her bra. “I’ve been wondering what these might be like to hold since the day I picked you up from the airport.”

“You have?” she asked.

I stalked around and cupped her breasts. Soft and firm, they almost overspilled my hands. I brushed my thumbs over her nipples and groaned. I wanted to see how they moved as I fucked up into her.

The bed was high, like the one in the penthouse. I’d always wondered what it would be like to fuck in my bed. It was the perfect height. I guided Hartford over and lifted her onto the top of the sheets, pulling her legs apart and settling between her legs.

“Condom,” she said.

I nodded. Fuck, where was the closest one I had?

“I’ll have to go back to my apartment.”

“In the drawer next to my bed.”

I frowned. “Really?”

She shrugged. “It’s good to be prepared.”

That was for sure.

I grabbed a condom, tore it open, and slid it onto my almost-painfully hard cock.

“This won’t be awkward tomorrow, will it?” she asked as she glanced down at where I was positioned at her entrance.

“Not if we don’t let it be.” I pressed my crown forward, tightening my jaw as I resisted the urge to ram into her.