Baby Daddies - Tara Brown Page 0,56
abruptly and grabs our bags. I climb out with a sigh.
“Lori, why are you being grumpy about it? We both know I need a job.” I point out, following him to the door that leads to the service entrance.
“Because it’s insane to me that you are so stubborn and independent, you would take that soul-sucking job back, rather than let me take care of you. You would risk this, us, for a job you don’t even like.” He drops the bags and I regret everything.
“No, that’s not what I said.” I put my purse next to the bags and walk to him, standing on my tiptoes so I can hold his face and force him to look at me. “I said it’s an option. I would work there under strict and clear conditions. Nothing would come between us. No more Liams or NHL contract or any of those things that might put us in a compromising spot.”
“You hated that job.”
“No, I hated making up lies to cover for bad people. And honestly, I didn’t even hate that part of it until it came back to bite me in the ass. I didn’t mind the marketing spins. And nothing will come between us. If I can’t find a job and have to let you be my sugar daddy for a while, then I guess that’s what I have to do.” The words taste like ash and death but I say them for him. I sacrifice my pride and self-respect.
He loses the battle and smiles, though the fierce look remains in his eyes. He fights whatever shitty comment is brewing in his mind and takes the win with a kiss on my forehead.
“Let’s go before someone takes a picture of us. You’re a liability.” I grab my purse and bag, but he takes the bag from my hand and picks up his. “I can lift bags.”
“Mmhmm.” He opens the door and holds it for me.
“I can open doors too.”
“You’re a one-woman show of amazing feats.” He mocks me as he scans the card for the elevator.
“And you’re a crabby dick who’s sad because his band broke up.” I step in front of him. “You, Carson, Rich, Bev, Brady, Matt, Cap, and Mike have had these amazing couple of months for the weddings and now it’s over. Matt and Brady are going on honeymoons. Bev’s with Geoff. Mike has to go back to Florida. And you’re pissy.”
I stand on my tiptoes again and kiss his lips delicately.
The elevator opens and I walk in, offering him a sexy but defiant smirk. “But if you wanna blow off some of those feelings, I can help.”
His eyes widen and he rushes me, dropping the bags on the floor of the elevator. His hands are rough, digging in fiercely as he lifts me into the air, resting my butt on the railing at the back of the mirrored wall.
All my elevator fantasies come true in a whirlwind of violent delights.
He reaches between my legs and pulls my underwear down as I fumble with his shorts, undoing the belt and zipper. Our kisses are savage, as fingers cling and his body enters mine. I gasp, never quite ready for the size of him. But he’s impatient and fired up. He thrusts with all the emotion he’s wrestling with. It’s pent up and he doesn’t know how to cope with it. He uses it. He fucks me against the wall, fingers digging in, teeth biting down, cock pummeling. It is everything I imagined an elevator would be, violent and rushed and explosive. My legs wrap around him, my skirt is up around my waist as the railing cuts into my ass and his fingers grip so tight, I’ll have bruises.
But the pain and the pleasure join, driving me to the brink of insanity.
Each thrust draws a moan from my lips until I’m the one moving him as I need. The pleasure hits hard and fast, it’s too much. I’m barely clinging to him and the wall as I orgasm, crying out in overwhelming pleasure.
He finishes with grunts and jerks and heaving exhales, shaking the elevator.
A smile flashes across my face as I struggle to get my breath.
He’s nodding and leaning against me, exhaling against my cheek as he fishes the card from his pocket and scans it, pressing the “P” button.
We’re disheveled and I’m not wearing my underwear—since he picked it up from the floor and put it in his pocket like a pervert—when the elevator lands. Simon is