Trust (Billionaire Secrets 4)
He had probably never driven so fast in his life, tearing through Seattle’s streets at a speed just below the speed limit.
When he pulled into the underground parking garage beneath his apartment building, he brought his car to a screeching halt and rushed out of the car.
Heather rushed out after him and he reached for her hand, and they raced for the lobby.
The concierge looked up from the newspaper he was reading at the front desk. He smiled warmly. “Hey, Simon. Hey, Heather. You two working from home this morning?”
“Something like that,” Simon said over his shoulder as he raced down the hall and hustled Heather into the elevator.
When the elevator doors slid shut he pulled her into his arms for a passionate kiss.
She returned the kiss eagerly, arching her back as she backed him into the corner of the elevator.
As the elevator climbed to the top floor he let his hands slide up underneath the jacket she was wearing, her skin silky smooth to the touch.
He teased her lush lips open with his tongue and she moaned.
Before either of them could catch a breath her hands were undoing the buttons of his shirt, exposing his skin to the cool air in the elevator. Simon broke the kiss to look at her. “Slow down, we’re almost there.”
“No,” she said. “I want you here. In the elevator.”
Her brazenness turned him on even more. As adventurous as she had revealed herself to be, she still had a way of constantly surprising him. “Heather, there’s a surveillance camera in here. The concierge doesn’t watch footage obsessively, but he could definitely get footage of us if he wanted to,” he said, suddenly remembering the high-tech security measures he had installed in his luxury apartment building.
She reached across the elevator to jab one of the buttons, bringing the elevator to an abrupt halt. “If we stay right where we are, underneath the camera, nobody will be able to see us.”
His gaze locked on hers. She was serious.
She slipped behind him, her back against the shiny elevator wall right beneath the camera.
Simon looked up at it, realizing that she was right about the blind spot. He had known about the blind spot when the camera had been installed, but he had never for a second thought he’d be the one trying to hide from the thing.
Heather reached into her bag to take out a condom and let the bag drop to the floor. She ripped the foil wrapper open with her teeth.
Watching her mouth work open the wrapper was sending a thousand dirty, filthy thoughts through his mind.
“I’ve never had sex in an elevator.” His pulse started racing at the prospect of doing something so illicit. He placed his palms on the cold elevator wall, pinning her between his arms.
Chapter 16
“I’ve never had sex in an elevator either.” Her lush lips found his again and she arched against him, surrendering to him as his tongue stormed into her mouth.
The taste of her was incredible, and kissing her was so intoxicating he never wanted to stop. He swirled his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss as her small hands skimmed down his torso and stopped at his belt buckle.
Without breaking the kiss Heather unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, freeing his throbbing erection.
When she took his manhood into her hands, the pleasure from her touch forced him to end the kiss to let out a rough, desperate groan.
“Do you want me to keep going?” she asked.
“Yes,” he managed to force out. Right now he was nothing but pure, primal need. And she was the only one who could satisfy his lust.
Without needing any more prompting Heather hooked her leg around his waist, pulling him so close that he had her crushed up against the wall.
She sheathed him with the condom and guided him into her in one quick stroke.
The pleasure was so overwhelming he nearly lost his footing. He pressed one palm against the wall, and gripped her hip with the other as he steadied himself. She was so warm and tight and wet. Simon forced back a groan, refusing to give in to his primal urges. Because if he did he would come too early, and he wasn’t going to be satisfied if he didn’t give her the pleasure she deserved.
He thrust into her until he was buried so deep inside her she let out a frenzied, desperate cry. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her grip so tight her nails dug into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.