My heart jumps into my throat, my pulse thunders in my ears.
…And God help me, something hot sizzles through me. Something forbidden, and filthy. Something wrong. Something that can’t be helped or stopped. It’s a feeling no man has ever given me before. Not even close. None of the boys from boarding school. None in the traveling I’ve been doing since graduation a few months ago. Which is entirely the reason I’m nineteen years old and… well, yeah.
That.
There’ve been some make-out sessions. Some heavy petting. Some dates that got handsier than they should have. But nothing more. And nothing that ever gave me this feeling. Nothing that lit a spark inside of me or got the fire burning hot. Nothing even close to it. But then, here in this tiny, dark room, with the big, hard, dangerous guy with the voice like velvet and whiskey and the hands that make me shiver, with two-hundred-and-forty million dollars of diamonds touching my skin?
Oh, I feel it alright. The spark. The heat. All of it.
Maybe it’s the diamonds.
…I’m pretty sure it’s him though.
“Let’s go,” he growls suddenly, shaking me from my own head.
“Go?”
“Yeah, the plan is fucked,” he mutters. “So, we’re leaving, now.”
“Uh, we?” I scowl. “Hang on, you can’t just—”
“You’re wearing a quarter bil of my diamonds, sweetheart,” he purrs right into my ear, making me clamp my lips shut to stop the gasp. “Trust me, you’re coming with me.”
“Your diamonds, huh?”
The growl rumbles in his throat in the darkness, making me shiver as I feel his hand tighten on me.
“Yeah, mine.”
“Ever heard of finders keepers? I found them first, so—”
“And then I found you, princess,” his voice rumbles through me, the fierceness making me gasp. “So, guess that means I’m keeping you. Diamonds included. Now let’s fucking mov—”
The door to the office crashes open again, the sound of more people tumbling in. The man pinning me to the wall swears silently, his body tightening against me.
“Goddamnit!” a voice roars from the other side of the hidden door. “Mr. McCue is going to… fuck!”
Radios blare, voices yell, footsteps cross and crisscross the office floor. And the whole time, with danger this close, and with the gorgeous, dangerous mystery man even closer, my pulse starts pounding faster and faster. I can feel it in my skin, tingling like lightning as he holds me tight. I can feel the wall of the hidden room pressed to my back, and with him looming over me and pressed right against me in the tight little space, the tingling in my skin grows fiercer.
I know I could yell. But then, I’m as much a trespasser here as he is. That and I’m the one with a priceless diamond necklace around my freaking neck.
…The optics on trying to play the damsel in distress card here are pretty fucking bad.
My pulse races even faster, and I go to squirm against him, when suddenly, I feel it. I feel it, and my eyes go wide in the darkness.
At first, I refuse to believe it. There’s no way it’s what I think it is. It’s something in his pocket, right? It’s a tool of some kind.
Oh, it’s a tool alright.
I squirm again, but this time, lack-of-experience or not, as I rub against him with his body pressing me into the wall, I know what I feel. And I gasp quietly.
The big, thick erection bulging the front of his suit pants presses into me, throbbing like a muscle as I squirm. And God is it big. I can feel it pressing into me from my belly-button all the way down between my thighs. And when I squirm against him once more, suddenly, I feel something else. And this time, I can’t even stop the gasp that tumbles from my lips.
Through his thin dress slacks, the huge, bulbous, swollen head of him presses right against the front of my panties, right through my skirt. His thickness throbs against me there, and that would be cause enough for me to gasp. Except, there’s something else. Something that makes the feeling even more intense.
…Diamonds.
Or to be specific, the two marble-sized, smooth, blueish-white diamond Whistler earrings that I slipped under my dress and into my panties the second I heard someone about to barge into the office earlier. The ear-hooks themselves are hooked into the lacy edge of my panties, with the two huge, smooth diamonds tucked between the fabric, and… well, my pussy.
And right now, with his huge erection throbbing and grinding into me, it’s rubbing those two big smooth baubles right over my clit.
The voices out in the office melt into the background. The sounds of radios squawking and footsteps crisscrossing the floor fade away as he presses into me. He shifts, and when one of the smooth stones rolls over my clit, I gasp sharply.