“Not anymore.”
She excuses herself and follows me closely out of the restaurant. When we’re out of sight, I grab her hand and lead her toward the elevator.
“Noah, are you out of your mind? That was an important deal, and they’re only here for the night,” she sputters, momentarily beyond words.
The elevator is on level five, and impatiently, I grab her hand and open the door to the stairwell.
“What are you doing? I’m in heels and you want me to climb… how many steps?”
This woman needs to shut up.
I grab her waist, lifting her up and throwing her over my shoulder. She kicks and screams, begging me to put her down. When we hit the second floor, the room is right beside the elevator. I swipe the card and enter finally putting her down.
She stumbles for just a moment, her eyes wild and fueled with anger. “This is insane, and I don’t think you understand—”
I press her up against the door, fast and hard, smashing my lips against hers. Her tits are soft and round, pushing hard against my chest. I want to bury myself in them. Get lost for hours upon hours if not a lifetime. Wait... what did you just think?
“Noah,” she pants, gripping onto the lapels of my suit jacket.
I place my index finger on her lips, motioning for her to be quiet. “I’m not waiting anymore, Morgan,” I say just above a whisper. “I’ve waited long enough. I don’t care what happens tomorrow. Right now, I need you.”
I know I have only ten minutes. I’m a selfish bastard but I don’t want to jeopardize her career. My hands run up her dress, lifting her ass into my hands. She laces her arms around my neck, drawing me in and proving to me she feels the same way.
Waiting is overrated anyway.
Her long, lean legs wrap around my waist, giving m
e the perfect angle to take her against the door.
In one swift move, I unbuckle my pants, dropping them around my ankles. I bury my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her skin. She smells like her, a scent so pure and sensual mixed with a bit of coconut. My senses are heightened, and the smell of her skin sends my body into meltdown phase and I haven’t even entered her yet.
Her panties feel expensive, lacy with tiny crystals scattered along the top. I can always replace them later. That’s what money is for. And so, I scrunch them in my hands and tear them away, making sure I don’t hurt her. The sound of her gasp sends delightful shivers throughout my body. Her body arches back and the vein, visible on her neck, invites me to kiss every inch of it, wanting to taste the blood pumping through her veins like a goddamn vampire.
She’s ready.
I reach down and latch onto my shaft, taming the persistent throb and teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock. She’s delightfully wet, soft, and warm. So very warm. This moment should be savored, but I’m a selfish prick. I slide myself in as her stomach shrinks, sucking in the air as she takes a deep breath and moans splendidly all around me. She chants my name, softly sounding the syllables in tune with our bodies moving.
I push deeper, feeling her walls tighten around me. She’s almost there. I know she’s almost there. She releases her grip on me, leaning back against the door while her eyes meet mine.
And something in the way that she gazes longingly at me draws me in.
The desire, the lust, the greed.
With the mightiest of thrusts, I slam into her hard, feeling her pussy contracting around my cock followed by her loud cry.
I’m done.
I pull out quickly, releasing all over her thigh while my body jerks forward in utter delight. Breathing heavily into her neck, my vision is blindsided, seeing only stars, moons, and fucking fireworks.
What did she just do to me?
Grazing my thumb across her thigh, I take what’s mine because I’m greedy and want her to taste me. She lifts her head and studies the way I move my thumb upward and gently slide it across her bottom lip. Her lips remain parted, tiny breaths barely escaping as her eyes, wide and full of desperation, beg me to give her more.
“Just a taste of what’s to come,” I murmur, my mouth hovering over hers.
She smiles wickedly, running her tongue across her bottom lip. “I’ve got quite an appetite.”
“You need to go,” I tell her with discontent. “But don’t for one second think this is over. I’ll be here, waiting, as soon as you’re done.”