The Mogul And The Muscle

“In here,” Jude said, pulling open a door.

He went first and, in the same movement, wrapped his arm around my waist and hauled me in with him. The sliver of light from the hallway disappeared as he silently shut the door, shrouding us in darkness.

Jude stood so close behind me that my body pressed against him. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness.

“Where—”

“Shh.”

He kept his arm around me, and I wondered why he wasn’t moving us away from the door. Dim shapes came into focus. Shelves. Cleaning supplies. I glanced down and made out what was probably a bucket near my feet.

We were in a supply closet.

I almost started laughing again. I could just see the headlines.

BILLIONAIRE CEO CAMERON WHITBURY attempts to escape press by hiding in mop closet.

JUDE LOOSENED his hold on me and slid his arm so his hand rested on my hip. That subtle movement made me keenly aware of his muscular body behind me. My back against his chest. The soft sound of his breath near my ear. And was that his…

Oh god, yes. Yes, it most certainly was.

I moved just enough to press against his hard-on. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to—”

He clapped a hand over my mouth.

“Shh,” he whispered next to my ear. It wasn’t an urgent plea to be quiet. It was a soft command, delivered with a slight thrust of his hips.

He was about to melt my La Perla thong right off me.

The hallway outside was silent. No footsteps. Nothing.

With his hand still covering my mouth, he pressed his lips to my neck. My back arched and I rubbed against his erection. His low growl was almost silent—just enough to send the vibration down my spine.

His hand slid from my hip down to the hem of my dress and he pulled it up. He traced across the front of my thigh. My eyes fluttered as his fingers brushed my thong. Damn that stupid scrap of fabric.

My clit throbbed with sudden need. I didn’t care where we were, his soft teasing strokes made me whimper against his hand.

“Shh,” he whispered again. “You have to stay quiet. They’ll hear us.”

I’d never been one for sex in odd places. But Jude slipping his fingers into my panties and fingering my swollen clit in a hotel closet while we hid from reporters set me on fucking fire.

I felt free. Wanted. And god, it felt good.

Shifting my feet, I widened my stance, inviting him to continue. He didn’t take his hand off my mouth, and I didn’t want him to. He was in control of my body, playing me like an instrument. His fingers traced my seam, gently dipping inside. I arched harder against his cock, rubbing my ass against him.

The reporters had probably abandoned the chase. But neither of us made any move to leave. Or stop what we were doing.

His fingers worked magic between my legs. Unabashedly, I rocked my hips to ride his hand. His fingers slid in deeper and I tried not to moan.

He thrust his hips against my ass, pushing that thick erection against me. He was proportionate, thank you very much, and right now, I wanted that glorious cock deep inside me.

I only pondered for a second. We didn’t have a room in the hotel to run to. Home was too far. The car was too far. The closet was crazy and maybe even stupid, but fuck it, I wanted to get crazy and stupid with Jude.

I wanted to let go again. It felt so good to let go.

Reaching behind me, I gripped his cock through his pants. He grunted softly and loosened his hand on my mouth.

“Here?” he whispered.

“Can you make it work?” I whispered back.

“Are you kidding?” He tightened his hand over my mouth again and drew my head back, baring my neck. “You want to get fucked in this closet, I’ll fuck the shit out of you right here.”

Oh my god yes please.

“No condom,” he whispered and loosened his hand so I could talk again.

“Baby, I’m as clean as a fucking virgin.”

“Fuck, Cameron,” he growled. “Put your hands on the door frame.”

I happily complied, leaning forward to brace myself, and spread my legs wider. He pushed my dress up over my backside, grabbed my thong, and tore it two with his bare hands.

Holy shit. I was so turned on I thought I might die.

The sound of his zipper and the shift of fabric as he pulled out his cock in the dark was insanely erotic. He ran his fingers up and down my slit, then I felt the head of his cock do the same.