Haze

"Ah, yes. Yes."

I unbuckle my belt, the pressure within too much. I pull down the zipper of my pants, slowly as I watch her ass sway, her hand inching its way back to her core.

I reach down to pick up the sash from her dress. I hold it taut in my fists in front of me. "I said no, beautiful Isla."

I move quickly pulling both her wrists into my hands. I wrap the sash around one and she moves the other into place. Her hands work with me as I bind them together behind her back. She flips them, twists them right along with my movements as if we're in an intricate dance.

"Will you fuck me now?" The words sound foreign as they fall from her sweet lips. "I want to be fucked hard."

Christ, please. Yes.

I look at her face, her right cheek still pressed against the glass. I lean forward, running my fingers along her back before I cradle her chin, moving it just a touch so I can slide my mouth over hers.

The kiss is deep, lush and as soon as I pull away, I'm behind her.

I glide my fingers across her pussy. She's wet, so incredibly wet.

Her breathing quickens. Her ass moves as she slides her feet even farther apart. I stare at her reflection in the glass. Her beautiful eyes are closed. Her lips quivering as she exhales loudly.

My hand grazes the front of my pants. I should do this. It's what I'd planned when I dressed for tonight and slid two condom packages in the pocket of my slacks. I wasn't even sure I'd be able to resist the temptation to be inside of her before we stepped foot off the elevator.

I'd wanted her desperately in the car. My mind conjuring up detailed images of her nude on my lap, riding my dick as we drove through the streets of the city.

I've thought about fucking her since I first saw her.

Her body is everything I imagined and more.

She's literally begging me for it.

All I have to do is sheath my cock and slide it into her wet cunt. I can take her hard against this window. I can claim her right now.

I suck in a deep breath as my hands dart to the glass on either side of her, trapping her there, against me.

"Gabriel." Her voice is barely audible. "Please fuck me."

I rest my forehead against her back aligning my eyes with her bound wrists and beyond that, the curve of her naked ass. I brush my lips across her shoulder, nestling my cheek into the softness of her fragrant skin.

"Haze," I mouth the word silently before I lower myself back to my knees, inhale the sweet scent of her arousal and tongue her pussy until she comes screaming my name.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Isla

I hear the unmistakable sound of my smartphone's ringtone as it jars me awake. I get that some people are annoyed by those of us who choose music to alert us to a new call, as opposed to those boring old chimes and buzzers.

My ring tone happens to be one of my most favorite things in life and since it's my phone, it's actually no one else's business.

I rub my hand over my face trying to stir the sleep from my eyes. It takes me all of a half second when I open my eyes to realize that this is not my bedroom. This is actually at least four times the size of my bedroom and when I'm at home, I never, ever sleep completely in the nude like I am right now.

"You're awake."

I also never hear a voice like that in my bedroom unless I'm touching myself while I’m thinking about Gabriel Foster.

Gabriel Foster. Did he eat me out over and over again last night or was that a dream?

I sit up and turn sharply to my left just as my phone falls silent.

"You have excellent taste in ringtones, Isla." His voice is deep and has that growl to it that is distinctive. "Bach, is it?"

"No." I shake my head trying to release myself from this dream. "It's not Bach. It's Vivaldi. You can hear the vulnerability in the notes. That's why I love it so much."

What? What the fuck am I doing right now? My tits are on full display and I'm in a strange bed going over the finer points of my favorite composition.

"You slept soundly." He steps right into my line of sight. "It's near seven now. I'll need to leave for a meeting soon."

I adjust the soft white sheet that is covering me so it shields my breasts from not only his gaze, but the chill in the room. He's dressed in a different suit than he was last night. That one was dark blue. This one is grey. He's shaved, showered and looks ready to take on his day.