Getaway Girl (Girl 1)

“Yes.” His fingers leave me to lower my panties with a rough yank. Then they’re back. Flesh to flesh. Parting and worshipping me with thorough strokes. “I want to start you on your hands and spread knees, though. Your belly is where you’ll end up when I get ready to come. I’ll want to press down hard. Let myself go where it’s tight and deep.”

I wish more than anything that we were in bed right now. Away from the memory of what happened today and the endless responsibilities to follow. But every time Elijah rubs my clit, every time he grinds his thickness against my bottom, our surroundings blur a little more. “You’re already so huge when you’re inside me, Captain,” I murmur, a thrill racing over my skin when he groans and starts to hump me in earnest, my knees bumping into the metal file cabinet every other second. “Do you think I can handle you from behind?”

“Dammit, sugar. Stop talking to me like that…” His words emerge hoarse. “I’m not even inside you yet and that bratty little whimper is tightening my balls up.”

I brace my hands on the cabinet and glance back at him through my lashes. “Better get inside me fast, then,” I say, dropping my voice to a whisper. “I want every drop for myself.”

His hips ram into me with such force, I cry out…and the cry turns into a scream when his middle and index finger hook inside me and his teeth clamp down around my ear. “I haven’t had my cock inside you in days,” he grits, the pad of his middle finger jiggling my G-spot. “I try to be gentle with this pussy because she stays so sweet and wet for me. But if the taunting continues, I’ll fuck her to hell.”

My lungs are depleted of air. This is what I live for. Wrecking this man. Tempting the beast beneath his suit to the surface. “I needed you so bad last night. I slept with your pillow between my legs…and when I woke up—”

“Don’t.”

“I rubbed myself all over it. I called it by your name.”

Excitement blares through me at an earsplitting level. It’s threaded through with the sound of Elijah’s zipper being ripped down behind me, his belt clanging. And I can do nothing more than wait, braced against the cabinet for what I earned. What I tempted. A wingtip shoves in between my ankles and kicks my feet wide. I angle my hips with a murmur of his name.

Hard, hot flesh finds my entrance, sinks in a mere inch—but a thick one. I watch through the haze as one of Elijah’s hands plants beside mine, the other arm anchoring me at the waist. I’m impaled in one filthy, grunting, nasty upthrust, my upper body forced against the cabinet, cheek pressed to the cool metal. The muscles in my upper thighs and loins wail in delight, my nerve endings invigorated with power. Need. Love.

With that love comes the responsibility to appease Elijah’s hunger and I do it. I do it while my own simmers, simmers, begins to boil with every cursing pound of his flesh into my body. “You’re so deep this way, baby.” I squeeze my inner walls around him, sending myself closer to the beckoning crest. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.”

“I bet you need to finish so bad.”

“Stop.” The arm around my waist jerks me higher on Elijah’s lap, leaving the toes of my high heels to scrape back and forth on the ground, my right shoe finally falling off. “Goddamn, sugar, it’s tight. It’s so tight.”

“No, Elijah,” I gasp. “You’re just big.”

His forehead lands in the crook of my neck with a groan, his hips moving at a wild pace behind me, his abdomen rebounding off my backside with every savage pump. I’ve left the ground at this point, literally and figuratively, ticklish, restless pleasure beginning to attack me between the legs, making me sob and work my hips like a concubine.

“Addison, I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to fill you the fuck up, because you’re mine. Head to toe. Morning and night. I don’t share and I don’t…I can’t have you drifting away from me.” The heel of his hand slams into the cabinet, rocking it back on its base. “Mine.”

His. This is the first time my heart and body have ever released at the same time. My sense of reality teeters and slips, my heart climbing into my throat. “I always have been. Always.” The confession leaves me in a choked rush, Elijah’s deep final thrust shooting me up into the atmosphere in a cloud of sparkling euphoria. My flesh quakes and tightens, milking him, coaxing his own climax and we meet in the middle, Elijah continuing to mutter epithets into my nape as he finishes, still going even as his release runs down the insides of my thighs.