Reaching between her legs, he began massaging her clit with his fingers until she was sputtering and screaming, the vibrations of her voice clattering across the glass panes as he fucked her harder and faster and milked her clit until she was panting and coming without any control over herself.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” she screamed.
Dane continued to ram his cock home until he was afraid he might literally push her through the glass. Her high-pitched screams were gratifying. He loved the mix of pleasure and pain he was able to elicit from her, but he was close, and he wasn’t holding back. With one last stroke, he shoved fully into her, almost picking her up off the floor, and filled her with his seed. A part of him wished he could get her pregnant, though he knew that was just his primal urge coming to the forefront of his thoughts.
Dane stepped back and pulled her away from the glass. She was almost panting as she walked toward the bathroom on wobbly legs to get herself cleaned up. He could see the heavy streams of sticky residue on her thighs as she moved, a mixture of both of their fluids. He followed her, starting the shower, and climbing in with her. It was no surprise to find her on her knees halfway through the shower, lapping eagerly at his cock until he was nice and hard again.
This time, there was no foreplay or sweetness. He let her suck his cock until he exploded into her hot mouth. His load still heavy as it dripped from her mouth even while she tried her best to swallow it all. Given his current mood, he’d like nothing more than just to stay in the penthouse and fuck her every which way to Sunday, but he knew they needed to get moving.
He wondered, as they finished getting cleaned up and dressed, if he would ever tire of being inside her and decided that he couldn’t imagine ever being bored with a woman like her. He still hadn’t decided what it was about her that drove him so wild, but he knew it was special, and he knew that, despite his best efforts to remain unattached, she was the one woman that could have him eating out of her hand with zero effort.CHAPTER SEVENTEENAdriana
“What’s that?” Adriana asked.
Dane turned and looked toward her, but she was looking at the ceiling, pointing toward a rectangular shape cut into the otherwise solid surface. They had already searched every crack and crevice of the small wooden building that served as his office and were now in the large concrete structure that held the offices of his foreman and assorted supply rooms. It was in one of the back rooms where chemicals were stored that she had noted the odd shape.
“The real estate agent that showed me this place said it was a section the owners had replaced after a flooding issue.”
“Or it’s a hiding place. Where better to hide something than twelve feet above shelving holding chemicals I’m guessing people don’t want to spend too much time with.”
“Maybe. I’ll go find one of the ladders and we can see if we can get up there for a closer look.”
“Don’t bother. I can get up there,” she told him. “Close the door.”
Dane pushed the door closed but protested. “I don’t know if the shelves are stable. You might bring them down. Let me do it, or I’ll go get a ladder.”
Adriana smiled at him and began undressing. He seemed to realize she intended to shift, but the expression on his face as she broke apart and reformed in front of him, her bones condensing until she was in much smaller form, was priceless. He looked both stunned and amused as he sat there looking at the spider monkey in front of him.
“Okay, that’s fucking adorable,” he teased.
Adriana chattered at him in monkey speak, and he laughed. She turned and scurried up the side of the rack toward the ceiling, standing on top of a large barrel to push at the spot in the ceiling. It didn’t budge. It felt like it was sealed in, so maybe it was just a repair. Looking around, she spotted a grate in the wall, hidden behind the barrel she was on. She moved down and pulled at it, losing her grip as it popped loose and clattered to the floor. She slipped inside for a look around.
It was dim, but she had no way of lighting it up. Still, she could see well enough from the light spilling in around the barrel. She began picking up the books stacked together to one side and tossing them out to the floor below, watching as they landed on the concrete with a thud. When she’d sent them all down, she picked up a stack of bills and tossed them out too before scurrying back down the rack to retrieve the grate that had fallen and putting it back in place.