exposure, Lily would fuck up her interview, and we would both get fired, our careers over.”
I raise an eyebrow. “It would be worth it, don’t you think?”
She cocks her head to the side as she stares at me.
“Fine. We’ll find a more suitable place to fuck.”
“Thank you,” she says, happy with her win.
I can see the wheels turning in her head. She grabs my hand and begins pulling me down the sidewalk, desperately trying to get to wherever we are going as fast as possible.
But she isn’t the only one with ideas.
I let her lead me down one block before I can’t take it any longer.
I grab her hips, and I push her against the brick building while I kiss her again.
“We. Have. To. Keep. Going,” she says, kissing me between every word.
“No, we don’t.”
“We do if we are going to get to my car,” she says as I kiss her neck.
I laugh. “We are not going to make it to your car.”
She tangles her hands in my hair as she nibbles on my lip.
“Sure we are.”
I kiss down her neck again and listen as she gasps.
“There is no way you will make it the two blocks to our cars,” I whisper into her ear as my fingers dip inside her pants and beneath her panties to find her pussy already dripping for me. “You will come before I even get inside you. And I can’t have that happen.”
I pull my fingers back out and lick them while she breathes heavily.
“Fuck me. Now,” she breathes.
I grin. I grab her hand, pulling her to the next door. She grabs my face as soon as we enter the building, and her lips kiss me. She can’t get enough of me, and I can’t get enough of her. She thinks one fuck is going to be enough to get whatever is going on between us out of our systems, but she is wrong.
It’s going to take more than one fuck.
It’s going to take more than one day.
More than one night.
I’m not sure if I can fuck her enough to get over her.
I keep kissing her as we walk. My hands do naughty things to her body. One hand grabs her ass, and the other pushes her shirt up, needing to feel her smooth skin. We are ridiculous. At least half a dozen people see us as we walk, but neither of us cares.
We continue to act like horny teenagers until we get to the elevators. I press the button, and the doors open automatically. I push Victoria inside and then stop a man who tries to walk onto the elevator with us.
“You don’t want to be on this elevator with us, trust me,” I say with a wink before the doors close.
I turn to Victoria, expecting her to be blushing from embarrassment but her eyes only deepen.
“Fuck me, Carter.”
I press the emergency stop button on the elevator. “I plan to.”
I walk toward her, taking my time, while she breathes in and out, in and out. She’s terrified—that’s what her breathing tells me—but she wants this anyway. She’s willing to take the chance. And I’m going to make it more than worth the risk she feels she’s taking.
I stop just as my body touches her. She’s leaning against the elevator wall for support, like she can’t even stand another second on her own.
“I won’t hurt you.”
She shakes her head. “You can’t keep that promise.”
“Sure I can.”
“No, because I haven’t even had you yet, and I already know that it’s going to hurt like hell to have to stop.”
“Then, we won’t stop.”
I grab her arms and push them high over her head as I kiss her against the wall, holding nothing back. She doesn’t either. Whatever fear she has disappears the second I kiss her again.
She clutches my jacket and pushes it off my shoulders. I shake it off to the floor. I grab her blouse and rip it open, watching as the buttons pull apart.
“You owe me a shirt.”
I laugh. “I think I owe you a lot more than that.”
I lower my mouth to her breasts, which are peeking out of her red-hot bra. I kiss over the soft mounds as she pulls at my shirt. She rips my shirt apart, making it known that she is going to fight back with everything she has.
I reach my hands under her damn skirt, find her panties, and tear them down. She grabs my belt, undoes it and my pants, and roughly pushes them down.