Chasing Him (Dark Love 4)

Andy moves toward us and asks to sit down. “Another time, perhaps.”

“Okay, so guess what I’ve planned?” Eric says, barely able to contain his excitement.

We both shrug our shoulders. Tristan is already shaking his head disapprovingly—this can’t be good. Eric is known to be wild and adventurous, but on a positive note, life is never dull around him.

“I’m having a little gathering at our place on Friday night. A very special guest will be attending.”

“Eric, the last time you said that a shemale stripper turned up.” Charlie winces.

I complain along with Charlie, “Yeah. Honestly, Eric, I don’t like your surprise guests.”

Eric throws his hands in the air like the drama queen he is. “Oh, let it go, will you? Yeesh! One time. Nope, something even better.”

“Okay, is this a girl thing?” Charlie asks.

“It’s for everyone, except kids.”

Charlie and I both let out a groan at the same time complaining about babysitters and sleeping schedules. Eric, who doesn’t like change one bit, promises it will all be worth it, and, in fact, it will be a bonding session for all of us.

We agree to go, though Charlie still has to convince Lex, the biggest complainer of all time.

***

Every chance I get during working hours, I race over to Julian’s hotel, fuck him in ways my imagination dares only to dream about yet only for an hour before I’m due back at work. Three days straight, and I’m desperate for more.

By Friday, I am itching to get out but have an important deadline. I tell Julian it’s a no-go since Friday is the day my assistant leaves the boutique at midday for an extended lunch until three in the afternoon. I busy myself preparing a sample for a buyer when I hear the door chime to be met with Julian standing in front of me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, surprised, looking behind him in worry.

“Well, you couldn’t come to me, so I came to you.”

He is standing before me, wide grinned, dressed head to toe in a dark gray suit and light pink shirt. Armani. Okay, shit, focus and pick up your jaw from the floor.

“But someone could see you here.” I panic.

“Adriana, you have exactly one minute to figure out where I’m going to fuck you.”

Is he kidding? He doesn’t have his kidding face on.

“You’re not joking, are you? And why am I thinking of a place?”

“I’m not joking. I can smell how soaking wet you are from across the counter. Ten… nine… eight…”

I quickly look toward the door and see no one. I pull his arm to my back storeroom, and he doesn’t wait, lifting my skirt and pushing me against the rack as soon as we’re out of sight.

Note to self—always wear dresses.

He is already hard and enters me without warning, and I push back, the adrenaline running through me as he continues to fuck me when anyone can walk in. The thrill of being caught spikes my arousal, and my body is moving with his, pushing deeper into him.

“I can’t go a day without fucking you. It’s too hard. I need you, Adriana.”

“I need you, too,” I moan loudly.

His grip tightens, almost hurting me, and his movement speeds up. He brushes his lips against my ear and demands to come inside me. I nod, but he wants me to say the words.

I don’t say it, I beg for it.

The ache down below is spreading all over me, and I clench in pleasure, biting his hand to keep myself from screaming his name. He wants us to be in sync, something I always struggle with, but with his magic fingers gliding across my swollen clit, I’m done faster than you can say holy fuck.