on my mouth. I couldn’t tell whose groans were whose anymore. Couldn’t tell where my body stopped and his began. All that existed were our seeking hands, thrusting hips, and voracious kisses.
I’d never felt lust like this before.
I’d never felt anything so greedy, so filthy. So overwhelmingly demanding.
He yanked me away from the wall again.
Down another dark hallway.
Deeper into the labyrinth.
Slammed against a different black wall.
Bodies totally in sync, our hands reached for his belt at the same time, fumbling to release the leather from the confining loops.
“Hurry,” he urged. “This has gone on too long. I need to get in. Need to finally have that sweet cunt wrapped around me, suffocating the fuck out of me.”
His hands frantically shoved my dress up over my hips. With a vicious growl, he tore my meager panties from my body, as if incensed they were in his way to begin with.
“Don’t show me any mercy, okay? I don’t want it. You grip me as hard as you can.” He shouted up at the ceiling. “Ah, Christ. Hurry.”
I hiked up my legs until I could feel the heat of his cock right at my dripping slit. When his fingers found my clit, they were shaking.
He impaled me in one swift drive.
My scream. His roar.
Both echoed off the onyx walls of our cavernous hideaway.
“Just as goddamn tight as I knew you’d be,” he hissed against my parted mouth. “So cramped in there, isn’t it? That’s my snug little pussy.”
I couldn’t get close enough to him, even though I was so blissfully full of him. His thick girth would require some time to get used to. My inner walls having to stretch around him knocked the breath right out of me.
But we were both too impatient to wait. I was wet enough for him to slip through my channel without too much burn.
Our pleasure was too close to the surface.
Our bodies were ordering us to move.
He pounded me into the wall at a ruthless, punishing pace. Despite being in a silent, unlit hallway, my senses were on overload. His labored breathing in my ear, his beard running along my neck, his hands grasping my hips, and his cock taking me so hard.
I needed it to stop.
I needed it to continue for eternity.
“I want you, too, Lexi,” he groaned. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Whether he truly meant it, or it was just something said in the heat of the moment, it was like he said—he couldn’t take the words back now that he’d said them.
I owned him now.
“I think about you, too,” I whispered. “All the time.”
“All the fucking time.” He punctuated each word with a punch of his hips.
Then I was spiraling into my climax so hard I got dizzy. My inner walls clamped down on him, my clit pulsating with my release. Seconds later, he shouted curses into my mouth as he emptied himself inside me. Burying his face in my neck, his hot breath fanned across my already feverish skin.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He breathed those words over and over again.
Before long, I was saying them with him.
Because if he was going to demand that I belong to him, he was damn well going to belong to me, too.
“It’s about time I see what my husband does at work all day.”
I quirked an eyebrow at Lexi’s dry comment. “Thought you already had me all figured out. I’m just a megalomaniac who’s only in it for the money, right?”
She ducked her head, hiding her blush. “I may have judged a tad harshly,” she admitted meekly.
From my position behind the bar, I slid an empty Glencairn glass across the smooth wooden surface to her. “And it looks like I’m no longer drinking alone.”
That particular barb had stung because she’d been right. She’d had me pegged a lot quicker than I’d wanted her to.
“No, you’re not,” she conceded, rotating the glass around and around with her fingers.
I reached for the unopened bottle of Saluzzo Reserve under the bar. “I may have been wrong about a few things, too.”
Her eyes tentatively met mine. “Such as?”
“You’re not a spoiled, out-of-touch-with-reality brat.”
She scoffed. “Gee, that makes me feel so much better.”
I opened the bottle, sniffed it approvingly, and poured a small amount of the whiskey into each of our glasses. “In fact, I think you’re far more in touch than I’ve been for the last ten years. All of the nonprofit work you’ve done since college is a huge accomplishment.