I know that we’re in public and it’s not, strictly speaking, appropriate, but what I really want, more than anything, is to shove her up against a wall and fuck her. Or at least wrap her legs around my waist...
But I force myself to draw back. I’d just told her that I knew that she was under a lot of pressure to keep her nose clean for her job. I can’t go and ruin that by shoving my tongue down her throat and my dick up her pussy on the corner of 52nd and 2nd Street.
She looks up at me, her eyes hazy and a little cross-eyed. "Wha…what’s wrong?" she says. Her lips are swollen and I’m sporting such a large tent in my slacks, I’m probably going to get charged with public indecency just for that. It’s hard to remember why that’d be such a bad thing at the moment...
"We…we can’t kiss like this on the street," I say, forcing the words out of my mouth. Forcing myself to say them even though my body is screaming for more, more, more, nothing but more. "I want you to know that I respect you. And your job."
"Oh. Right. Well, how about this? How about you respect the hell out of me back at your place?"
I immediately whip out my phone and text my driver, not even spending the time to say yes to her. That’s three seconds longer until I can have her in my bed.
And that’s three seconds too long.
Brittney
Why, yes.
I am a grown woman sitting on her hands. Because, you see, if I don't?
I'm going to tear the clothes right off Kaden Charles and mount him in this car before we ever get to his penthouse.
So I basically instantly forgave him...I believe him. He sounded sincere. And after the boys-only club I find myself playing all damn day? I find it totally plausible that he did completely forget that I am a person with actual bosses. He may be able to, but I can't just gallivant around the office or someone else's. Some sense returned to me when he strolled into my office and Kaden expected me to lie for his ass.
He'd done the dumb thing and gotten himself thrown in jail for me but he bounced back just fine. I would not be so fortunate had I fallen on the sword of his trespassing and covered up for him.
"Kaden Charles, you don't realize how lucky you are," I tell him, tilting my chin up. The truth is I have to avoid letting my eyes drop to that massive erection brutalizing his trousers. Then I won't be able to hold back.
"Well," Kaden says. He tucks a finger under my chin. "I guess that makes it my turn to be grateful," he purrs, leaning close enough to finish his words with his lips grazing my earlobe. Oh, fuck, his lips on my ear. Then he slides his tongue out. Oh god! I am two seconds away from shifting my panties to the side and tearing down his zipper just slide him home inside my pussy. I'm so wet with arousal that I can smell my pussy in the car. If I can smell it, I'm guessing the scent has carried to Kaden's nose, too. He has to know how wet I am for him.
When we fucked in his office, he certainly wasn't holding back. But knowing that as the car stops now, we've arrived at his home...that means that he's got me in his domain now. There's something thrilling in that. My nipples are piercing my bra in anticipation.
"We have to get the penthouse before I upset the rest of the building by fucking you in the elevator," Kaden growls in a low voice. He sounds almost dangerous and it runs a chill down my spine that settles in my stomach, disseminating into lust that twists need in my stomach.
"Oh, yeah, that would be a shame," I say. There's not snark here. I have truly forgiven him for his dumb moves earlier. My lips are trembling with desire.
He steps out of the car and he holds the door open for me.
I make sure to step quickly toward the building.
His hand rests on the small of my back.
Just that touch catches my breath in my throat, a trapped inhale as I still myself inside and find the calm to not crawl him like a squirrel searching a tree for the nuts.
He follows me into the elevator and Kaden's eyes are practically blazing. He looks like a hunter ready to go in for the kill. Isn't he, though? Those elevator doors close. Kaden leans past me to press the button for the penthouse, top floor. His arm grazes one of my nipples.
I exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding. The whole way walking toward the elevator I was trying to inhale and exhale in time with my footsteps. Now, standing still, the horniness inside of me is jumping up and down in me. Molten heat rolls to my core and I'm sucking in my lips. I have never wanted someone so much and not fucking Wonder Boy right in the elevator when I know he wants to pipe that killer cock up into me so badly? Shit, this is an uphill battle. My heartbeat gets ragged, my pussy is fluttering with my clit twitching. Just looking at that chiseled jawline makes my knees threaten to wobble.
"I can't wait to be buried so deep in your pussy, Brittney," Kaden says in such a serious voice it could be one a boss uses to fire someone. There's an almost harsh finality. Like, it isn't just a compliment. It is a statement of fact...and it shows how much he's holding back too.
Holding back the urge to say anything and focusing on my breathing, I say nothing. Do nothing.
The elevator doors open.
The temperature heats to an inferno and Kaden swoops me over his shoulder. With a penthouse like the one we're about to walk into, I am not surprised that he's not holding back anymore. He's carrying me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes! Okay, this is way sexier. But the way he carries me like I weigh nothing does something to my belly, like it fills it with butterflies. I'm curling my toes, and we're just now crossing the threshold.
Sexy penthouse, full of swagger and elegance. Very nice. I don't care right now, though. I tear off my clothes, watching him watching me.
Kaden's eyes follow my every move, a hungry look spreads over him as he stands at a long breakfast table, facing me as I stand outside his bedroom door. The way he's looking at me is so sensual. I don't know if anyone has ever looked at me like that before. Wanted me so much. It goes to my head and I don't take off my heels but start stalking towards him in nothing but the heels. I even took off my jewelry. But I had to leave the heels on. It just feels right. I walk toward him feeling more confident than I ever have, and I don't exactly suffer from low self-esteem. There's just the magic formula in that gonna eat me up look that makes me want to lay on a platter before him.