“Your sisters are fantastic.”
“Sisters?” I wound us through the crowd, expert at making my way through a throng while not making eye contact.
“Gigi and Kara. They’re so fun.”
Sisters. I was going to have to get used to that, plural. Not that it was ultimately going to have that much impact on my life. I only saw my family a few times a year, and even that probably wouldn’t happen if it weren’t for Gram’s insistence.
There it was, our escape hatch, the side entrance not even the catering staff used. Even before I’d become famous, I’d always kept my eye open for the back door, the way out. Slipping away had long been one of my favorite pastimes. And this time, I got to do it with delicious Ana.
“What’s this?” she asked as I pulled her into an empty corridor.
“Shh.” I pressed a finger to her full, inviting lips. “It’s a secret passageway. Don’t tell a soul.”
She smiled. “You’re so mysterious, Ash.”
“I know all the best secrets.”
“I bet you do.”
My mouth down on hers in an instant, I pressed her against the wall. That bare shoulder, her long slender arm, I trailed my hand along it until I reached her wrist. Then I brought it up over her head and pinned it above her.
I devoured her neck, so soft, so delicious. The way she moaned as I sucked on her, her eyelids fluttering closed.
“You know what I keep thinking about, Anika?” Her free hand roamed my chest, pressing into my muscles as if she’d been wanting to do it since the second she saw me. Up at her ear, I captured her lobe between my teeth, then licked as she shuddered. “I keep thinking about the sounds you made last night.”
I liked the feel of her touching my chest, exploring, clearly liking what she discovered. But I’d like the feel of her trapped beneath me more. In a swift motion, I captured her other wrist and brought it up above her head, then pinned them both beneath my hand. Her eyes flew open, looking up at me as I pinned her beneath me.
Teasing, I traced a finger down her upstretched arms, down to her shoulders, down along her side.
“Ash, we’re not supposed to—”
“What?” I loved how breathy she sounded, how agitated. And I’d only just begun.
“The contract we both signed.”
“No sex, yes, that’s right.” One shoulder on, one shoulder off, I liked this dress. I brought my mouth to her exposed collarbone, licking her skin, whispering my way down to the top of her dress. With my fingers I traced the edge along the top of her breast, drawing her attention to the barrier, the border that kept her covered. “But that contract? It said nothing about this.”
In one motion, I pulled the side of her dress down, her strapless bra along with it, exposing her creamy, full breast. She gasped as I did it, then gasped again as I groaned and dropped my mouth to her. So soft, so lush, I licked and kissed my way along her mound, sucking and stroking, still keeping her wrists fastened above her. Her eyes closed, she dropped her head back against the wall, arching her back and offering her breast up to me. Yes, I liked her like that, surrendering into the pleasure, to me.
“Ah, Anika.” I drew back, keeping my fingers on her, circling around her nipple but not touching. Aching, pointed and dark pink, it testified to her arousal, her growing need. “You’re so responsive.” Watching her as I did it, her wrists trapped under my large hand, her eyes already closed in desire, I brought my fingers to her peaked nipple. And I pinched.
Her mouth opened more and she moaned, one of the deep, throaty moans she’d made last night. The sound I’d kept playing for myself all day, hearing it in the shower while I stroked my long, thick cock until I came. Down again with my mouth, I took her sensitive tip into my heat and sucked, then licked, then bit. She shivered, starting to pant.
“Ash,” she moaned. I liked hearing her say my name like that. I planned to hear it a lot more during the next month. “We could get caught.”
“Yes, this is really dangerous.” I swept my hand along her side, down to the high slit of her dress. No nylons, nothing but creamy, soft skin as I slipped my hand along her inner thigh. “We could get caught any second.” Her breath hitched in her throat as I worked my way up, feather-soft, up her thigh until I brushed against her sex.
Slowly, I drew a finger across her panties. Wet and hot to the touch, my Ana, so ready for me, so eager. I growled deep in my throat. Pushing the strip of silk to the side, my fingers found her slick sex. She gasped as I did it, twisting under my grasp.
“You’d better keep quiet, Anika.” I slid my fingers along her pussy, working her, coaxing, circling at her swollen clit. “You don’t want to get caught.”
“Ash,” she moaned again, this time more throaty, more urgent.
“Have you thought about how I did this to you last night?” Inside of her, I drew a finger up, deep. So hot and tight, so dripping wet for me. I couldn’t wait to do more, bring my tongue down to her, feast on her. She’d taste so good, I knew she would. And what would it feel like to plunge my hard cock deep into that soft, soaking heat? To take her completely, her legs wrapped around me as I thrust into her all the way to the hilt?
She started moving now, tilting her pussy slightly toward me, pressing into my touch, needy. “You like how I touch you, don’t you?”
“Oh!” She turned her head to the side, flushed, shocked at my dirty talk, at the responses I drew from her.
I hissed as I felt her slick heat. “I can’t wait to taste you. But right now, I want you to come on my fingers.” She moaned as I stroked her, deep and intimate. “Are you going to come on my fingers, Anika? The way you did last night?” Faster, harder, I fucked her with two fingers, sensing that was what she wanted. She needed me to pin her down and make her come for me, hard, right there, in the hallway up against the wall.
“Do you want to come for me?” Up inside of her, hard, two fingers, I thrust in her pussy while pressing on her clit. She was so sensitive, so wet, so desperate, the sounds she made as I stoked her desire.
“I’m…we…”
“No, we shouldn’t be doing this.” I watched her as I spoke, her eyes closed, lips parted, breath coming in harsh pants. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. “And you shouldn’t come on my fingers. But you’re going to, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she cried out, her nipple so hard and aching for my touch, but I wouldn’t free her to do it, not yet. I’d keep her trapped, one hand on her wrists, the other on her pussy and enough distance between us I could watch every second of her gorgeous face when she surrendered into her orgasm.