He shrugged. “I think it might be a little late for me.” Then he laughed. “But hey, I already own a house, so at least I can check that off the list. And maybe I will adopt another dog. I think it might be time. That was a good suggestion.”
I smiled at him. “I’m glad I could help.”
He smiled back and I tried to come up with something to say next. But the longer I sat there, staring into his piercing blue eyes, the less I was thinking about responses and the more I was thinking about the time we spent together in Hawaii. My fingertips tingled with the memory of how his hair felt when I ran my hands through it, and my lips parted when I thought of how his lips tasted. A wanting sensation started to grow like a lustful pit in my stomach, and then the feeling of desire traveled down my navel and nestled between my legs.
I was minutes, no seconds, from jumping him when he made the first move instead.
He reached out with his hand, cupping the back of my neck, and leaned in for a kiss. He wentjustslow enough that I could’ve stopped him if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to.
All I wanted was him.
And I wanted him bad.
I kissed him back, opening and closing my mouth in time with his, letting his tongue slide along the side of mine and only coming up for air when necessary. Soon, he had his hands behind my back and he was lifting me onto his lap. I pulled my tight pencil skirt up higher on my legs to better straddle him, and then he started kissing my neck at the same time his hands worked to undo the buttons of my blouse.
It was thrilling, it was intoxicating, and it was hands-down the most irresponsible thing I had ever done. Before this, the craziest sexual encounter I’d had was my one-night stand with this very same man. I thoughtthatwas wild, and more than a little out of character. But now I was clawing at David’s back—the CEO of the company I just started working for—as he ran his tongue along my collar bone, the two of us wrapped up in each other’s arms on the floor of the parking garage elevator access room.
We were about to have sex—on company property.
Someone could catch us, there could be security cameras, and yet, I didn’t care.
In fact, I found the idea of prying eyes on us enticing. But not nearly as enticing as the feeling of David’s hands slipping into my shirt and undoing my bra from the back. I sat back on his legs so that I could take everything on top off, leaving me in just my skirt. My breasts exposed, and the chill coming in from the parking garage making my nipples erect. He grabbed for me. I pressed my mouth to his once again as he ran his thumbs in circles around the most sensitive part of my chest. I could feel how badly he wanted me through his pants, he was hard and pulsing against my inner thighs.
He moved his hands down my back and found the zipper for my skirt. He slid it down all the way, but then we were posed with a problem. The way my legs were spread, there was no way for the skirt to go down. And even if he brought it up over my head, I still had underwear on, which would pose a second problem in and of itself.
Before I could suggest a new position, however, he took the lead. He pressed his hands into my hips and pushed me off his lap. I lingered for a moment, not wanting to be even a few inches away from his strong, warm body.
He stood up and then helped me to my feet. I was at risk of being distracted, at risk of remembering where I was and how insane this whole situation was, and telling him we couldn’t go any further when he stopped my mouth with his and pushed me up against the wall. I was once again overwhelmed with desire and more than happy to throw caution to the wind. I did just that, at the same time that David pulled both my skirt and panties off and threw them aside. I stood there, in the building, in my place of work, with large windows and a glass door looking into the parking garage, completely naked.
David took one look at me, and then couldn’t contain himself.
“Lily—” His voice was breathy and full of passion. Hearing how much he wanted me made me even wetter down there so that when he undid his pants and pushed his body against mine, it was easy for him to slide two fingers inside me.
I sighed with pleasure and ran my fingers through his hair. He kissed my neck, hard, even biting me a little, which I never knew I liked before now. I moved my hands downward, stroking him as he breathed intensely. He shuddered when I touched him, and I knew it took all of his self-control to keep working on giving me an orgasm before entering me and giving himself pleasure.
He penetrated me with his fingers, and my breathing became faster and faster. Soon, I was moaning, screaming out, just like the girl Bret cheated on me with was screaming right before I caught them. Bret never made me scream like that. He never made me feel this good or finish this quickly.
I threw my head back as I came and let out a satisfied sigh. Then, David pulled me a little ways back from the wall, wrapped his strong arms around me, and lifted me off my feet. I knew where he was going with this, so I leaned my weight back against the cool, outer wall, as he slowly moved me into position. I tightened my grip around his waist with my thighs and gasped with delight as he entered me.
I was on the smaller side, but it wasn’t as if I was as light as a feather, which meant David had to be a lot stronger than I had guessed. Which was saying something, because I always thought he looked pretty strong. To hold me up, however, and move inside me with this much vigor, took a type of strength I hadn’t expected.
And it feltamazing.
Unlike the drunken night we spent together in Hawaii, I was fully sober at that moment. I could feel everything—I could feel how big David was, and I could feel his hot breath on my cheek, and I could feel the place on his neck where his luscious brown hair came to a sharp end. The combined sensations were too pleasurable for me to contain myself. I got louder and louder as he pounded me against the wall harder and harder. And yet still, I could tell he was taking pains not to hurt me. He kept his grip on my back steady, and he didn’t jerk me around so much that I would hit my head or anything.
His desire was overwhelming, just like mine, but it wasn’t all-encompassing. He didn’t for a second let himself get too wrapped up in his own pleasure that he forgot about me and mine.
So, as I held onto his shoulders and felt myself climbing up the side of a second orgasm, he slowed down his movements. He slid in and out of me with care and brought his head back so that he could look me in the eye. He was staring at me in a way no man ever had before. It was like I was more than just the only girl in the room. I was the only girl in the world.
This brought with it a whole new sensation—one that sent shock waves throughout my entire body and made my fingertips and toes tingle with anticipation. I didn’t know what would happen next. Would he kiss me, would he say my name again?
Would he tell me he loved me?
It was an insane thought. I knew it was even as it floated through my mind, but then again, wasn’t this whole thing insane? That was the fun of it all.
He said nothing, only moved to kiss me once more as we both climaxed. His lips were soft against mine as he held me there for a few seconds. I could feel my leg muscles flexing as if my body was telling me not to let him go.
I didn’t want that moment to end.