Forbidden Love

As soon as the doors closed to his private elevator, his hands immediately skimmed my thigh, finding their way between my legs. He pressed me against the wall with the weight of his body while his fingers hooked inside me, and my head tipped back against the mirrored wall.

My phone rang in my hand, and we both looked at the name flashing on the screen.

I groaned, taking him to my lips in a sinful kiss and ignoring my brother’s phone call.

“Answer it, “Barrett said, with his fingers still inside of me.

“What?” I gasped, nearly choking on my surprise.

Something in his eyes dared me, but he wasn’t removing his fingers. He kept them in there, pleasuring me, deliciously.

“I’m breathless with you inside me.”

“So?”

Fuck it.“Connor, what’s up?” I answer an octave too high.

Barrett dragged his teeth across my neck, nipping a fold of skin between them, making me gasp. Quickly, I put my hand over my mouth.

“What’s up? When were you going to tell me you got a job working for Barrett?”

At the mention of his name, Barrett’s fingers plunged quicker into me—fuck, three fingers now and…

oh…

shit…

answer the damn question, Lourde.

“No big deal,” I said, my voice coming off strained. Barrett took that moment to put his finger in my mouth, and I bit down on a hiss.

“You sound weird. Where are you?”

Harder and faster, his fingers fucked me until I was on the edge. “Just busy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Making sure I clicked the off button, I groaned out my release in a satisfactory and hungry orgasm, dropping the phone and gripping onto his strong shoulders as I came in waves around him.

“You bad girl,” he said, pulling his fingers out of me and taking them to his nose, breathing in my scent.

I slapped his shoulders hard. “I’ll get you back for that.”

“Oh, I hope you do,” he said, pulling out from my claw hug and chasing my gasp with a kiss.

After a moment, we disentangled. I hadn’t noticed the elevator doors were open.

He picked up my phone that I’d dropped when I was overcome with overwhelming pleasure and both our briefcases. “Come with me.” His voice was husky with an unmet need.

Knowing he wasn’t done with me yet, exhilaration shot up the base of my spine, even with jelly legs, as I walked into his apartment. He stopped at the kitchen counter and dropped both bags, where they landed with a thud against the tiled flooring.

“Where do you want me?” I purred.

“Dollface, I want to fuck you anywhere I can, whenever I can. But right now, I want to rip that tight black skirt you have on and fuck you over my countertop.”

Oh, that dirty mouth. I loved it.

Saying nothing, I brushed past him toward the shorter edge of the counter. Leaving my heels and skirt on, I bent onto my elbows, resting them on the counter, and spread my legs apart teasingly slow. Still raw from the orgasm he pulled before, I felt sexier than fucking ever and his. All his.

“Mmm, now there’s a sight,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this moment way too much.”

With one hand, he gently but firmly pressed down on my back so my chest was now laying against the cool surface, then nudging my legs apart further with his polished Italian shoe, I spread open for him.

My heated skin tingled against the chilled marble counter as my nipples stiffened beneath my blouse.

With one hand, he reached underneath my skirt, feeling the remnants of my wetness.

“Your cunt is perfect,” he said as he slid his fingers through my wet folds and into me once more.

I groaned at his dirty, husky words.

“What are you waiting for?” I questioned.

“Impatient are we, dollface?”

I nodded, aching for him to fill me from base to tip.

“Are you on birth control?”

I hadn’t gone off it since my ex.

“Yes.”

“And I’m clean.”