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ОглавлениеVIV HADN’T BEEN sure how to answer his question about her seductive intentions. With Damien Black’s unfinished invitation, however, she hadn’t needed to. What was happening between them was on both their heads...and would soon, hopefully, be on their bodies.
No, this was not a seduction. This was all about instant connection, shared desire and pure heat. It also had something to do with timing. She was in the right frame of mind to have a wild, one-night fling, and he was the right man—oh, Lord, he was right in all the best ways—in the right place, to make it happen.
That was why she’d cut him off, not even needing to hear the rest of his question. The answer was yes to anything he cared to propose.
There was one thing, however. “One night,” she said, wanting to make sure he knew where she stood.
“What?”
“I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page. One night is all I’m interested in, and since you’re here from out of town, hopefully that’s all you want, too.”
He stared at her, intent, assessing. Finally, he replied, “You’re serious.”
“Very.”
“Why?”
“Why am I acting like a guy, wanting just a one-night stand?”
“Nobody could mistake you for a guy.”
“Not in looks, maybe. But my attitude—about this, anyway—is probably more in line with a man’s.”
He didn’t deny it.
She ran the tip of her finger around the rim of her glass. Would she turn him off by admitting she was a woman who wasn’t afraid or ashamed to go after what she wanted?
“My life is too convoluted right now to consider any kind of relationship.” Lifting her finger to her mouth, she licked off the condensation, eyeing him wickedly, making promises about what kind of night they could have. “But I want you. I want one hot night with somebody I won’t have to deal with tomorrow when I start picking up the pieces of my life.”
He appeared indignant. “Deal with? You don’t want to have to deal with me?”
She shrugged, not repentant. Better to lay things on the table now. “Well, not you personally. I just don’t want to care about any repercussions or expectations. I don’t want to worry about whether you’ll call, or have you worry whether I will.”
He nodded slowly. “I can understand that. And yes, I’m here on business, and I won’t be in town for too long.”
“Perfect.”
“And, for what it’s worth, I don’t do the love-and-relationship thing anyway. I don’t have the right genes for it.”
Fine by her. “So we’re good?”
He held up a hand, palm out. “Just to make sure I’ve got this straight, you want me to fuck your brains out tonight, make you come in a dozen different ways, bring you breakfast in the morning and then go away?”
Wow. She swallowed hard, noting that he could give as good as he got. His words scooped out her insides and replaced them with boiling lava. Just the idea of the kind of night he promised made it hard for her to think.
So she didn’t. She merely agreed. Finding her voice, she said, “Yeah. Pretty much.”
A brief hesitation, and then he nodded. “All right.”
Her heart leaped. Though she’d known he desired her, she was glad he hadn’t been turned off by a woman who was so nongirlie about sex. Some men couldn’t handle women who were blunt about what they wanted—and what they didn’t want—and felt as if their masculinity was threatened, or something.
She suspected that had been partly why she and Dale hadn’t worked out, though he’d used any number of other excuses when he’d dumped her. And she also imagined it also explained the ridiculous bet among her former coworkers.
Fortunately, Damien was an unusually confident man. He would never be threatened by a strong woman who was unafraid to admit what she was really thinking. He’d be challenged by her.
It was almost too bad they would only have one night. She suspected they were pretty spectacularly matched.
She quickly squelched the thought, because she’d set out the parameters and he’d agreed to them. They were both out for a one-night stand, and no possible future. She couldn’t change her mind—or try to change his—ninety seconds later.
Licking her lips, she murmured, “So, a dozen different ways, huh?”
He gave her a confident smile.
Viv did a quick mental calculation, and could only come up with seven ways previous lovers had brought her to orgasm. Adding in what she could do with her own fingers, a sex toy or a handheld showerhead brought her to ten.
A dozen would be very interesting indeed.
Just picturing a few of them made all that lava boil over inside her, dripping down to her sex. She was swollen and sensitive, so wet she might leave a stain on her damn skirt.
Imagine...ninety minutes ago, she’d been at one of the lowest points of her adult life. Now, well, as the saying went, things certainly could turn on a dime. Or on a broken-down car.
“Maybe thirteen,” he said, as if suddenly remembering something. Something wicked. But oh so good.
“I could live with that,” she mumbled, halfway to her first climax without a single touch from the man.
Before she could say another word, however, his cell phone beeped, indicating a message. He glanced at the screen and said, “It’s Jed. He’s had a chance to check out the car.”
If anything could cool off her rapidly burning self, it was that. She reached for her glass and sipped her drink. She could not afford any pricey car repairs. Part of her wished somebody had just stolen the thing before the mechanic had gotten there, but she knew it wasn’t much of a temptation. Compared to most of the cars in this upscale Arlington neighborhood, hers was a top-of-the-line piece of crap. Nobody would want it.
“All fixed,” he said, reading from the screen.
Her mouth fell open. “Seriously?”
“Dead battery, that was all.”
“Finally something goes my way.”
“You mean things weren’t going your way?” His tone was silky; his eyes gleamed. “And here I thought your day had improved tremendously.”
She licked her lips. “I’ll clarify—things are continuing to go my way.”
“As they should.”
“Spoken like someone who’s used to things always going his way.”
“Not always,” he admitted.
“Ninety percent of the time?” she asked, teasing him.
He shrugged, not smiling in response. “I didn’t get where I am because of luck.”
“Are you a workaholic?”
“Would I have blown off a business meeting to spend the afternoon with you if I were?”
“Thought you didn’t have a meeting.”
“I didn’t, not officially. Sometimes I pop in on my staff by surprise.”
“Your staff.” She stiffened, recognizing the implications. “You run a business that has offices in this part of Arlington?”
Another shrug. “Just a start-up, and it’s not entirely mine. There are other investors. I’m not even sure if it’s going to last a year. It could all blow up in my face.”
Just a start-up. In this zip code.
Viv found herself wondering if she’d gotten in over her head. Judging by his clothes and his self-confidence, she’d already pegged the guy as wealthy and successful. She hadn’t, however, banked on him being a one-percenter. She’d had experience with a few überwealthy men. They were usually spoiled, and could be petulant when they didn’t get what they wanted.
Of course, Damien was going to get what he wanted, as was she. And considering he wasn’t an arrogant jerk, she suspected he was only moderately well-to-do, which suited her just fine.
He glanced at his gold watch. God, his hands were strong, yet elegant. Every inch of him was a mix of masculinity and grace. Again she found herself comparing him to the other men she’d interacted with recently, and found them all lacking.
She wanted him. Badly. And she didn’t want to wait any longer to have him. Those dozen—or thirteen—orgasms were practically screaming for her to hurry things along.
“It’s after five. Early dinner, or more drinks?” he said, his tone silky, as if he could read her mind.
“I don’t want my senses dulled the least little bit tonight,” she said, the words almost purred. “So let’s skip the next round.”
She noted with satisfaction that his hand shook the tiniest bit. He might be Mr. Calm, Smooth and Seductive, but he was definitely affected by her. God, it was good to feel the surge of feminine power that pushed up through her. It had been too long since she’d allowed herself to play this sexual game. She’d once played it very well, and was glad to know she hadn’t completely lost her touch.
Dropping a few large bills on the table, Damien rose from his seat and walked around to pull her chair out. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. They were both caught up in the excitement of what was about to happen.
Viv had had a few one-night stands over the years, but none had ever excited her like this. Knowing she would never see him again after tomorrow had forced away all her inhibitions—what few there were. There was a special kind of freedom in realizing she could do, have, take or give anything she wanted from the sexiest man she’d ever met. There would be no embarrassing run-ins in days to come, no wondering if he’d call, no stressing over whether he’d thought she was good. Nothing but wonderful memories of a night she was already sure she would never forget.
It was the perfect treat she could give herself as consolation for her lousy day, week, month, summer and year.
Not that anybody would ever complain about having Damien Black for a consolation prize.
As they exited the bar, he put his hand low on her spine again and she shivered. Her jacket was slung over her arm now, and only her silky, thin blouse separated her skin from his. Her nerve endings sizzled and sparked at the faint brush of his fingertips on her body, and she almost arched her back, wanting to invite him to keep exploring downward. His big, strong hand would cup her rear end perfectly.
“The hotel restaurant is great, but the room service menu is pretty extensive, too,” he murmured, his voice sounding a bit strained, as if he’d be disappointed if she said she wanted to eat in the restaurant.
She hadn’t even considered that. “How’s the room service breakfast menu?”
“Also extensive.”
“Then we don’t have to leave your room for a good fifteen hours, do we?” she said, certain it would be ages before they got around to eating anything resembling food.
His hand dipped the tiniest bit lower, and his laugh was low and sultry.
Crossing the foyer, Damien offered a short nod to a staff member who hailed him. Beelining for the elevators, he cast one hard glance over his shoulder, and the staff member backed off. When a ding signaled the car’s arrival and the door slid open, she noted the interior was empty. Viv breathed a sigh of relief that no one was waiting to board it with them.
They entered together, in lockstep. The moment the door swished closed, he moved close...close enough that his breath fell upon her cheek. Holding her jaw, he tilted her face up and bent to brush his lips against hers.
Sparks erupted at that faint connection, and she quivered, melting against his body, drawn to him as metal was drawn to a magnet.
“Protection?” he asked, his voice low. He seemed the type who preferred to get business out of the way up front, and she appreciated that about him, too.
“I’m on the Pill,” she replied. “And I have no communicable diseases. I had to get a physical for my job, and I haven’t been with anyone in forever.”
He stiffened and stepped away. “Forever?”
Laughter burst from her lips as she realized he’d momentarily thought she meant she was a virgin. Good lord, after the conversation they’d just shared?
“Five months is kind of forever for me. I haven’t gone that long without sex since I lost my virginity to Ollie Winpigler in the computer lab in eleventh grade.”
His tension eased. “Ollie?” His frown deepening, he added, “In the computer lab?”
“He was a nice guy—a total computer geek, not at all athletic, which was why I chose him. He flew under my brothers’ radar. Any of the jocks who tried to get with me found themselves up against the Callahan defensive line and none of them could make an end run around it.”
Huh. Maybe that was why she preferred smart, sexy guys to beefy jocks. And maybe that deep-down disinterest had communicated itself to her coworkers in recent weeks. She didn’t think she’d done or said anything to throw down a gauntlet, to make them compete for her. Was it possible they were competing because they sensed her innate disinterest in their type? It bore considering.
Or maybe not. They were horny, spoiled jerks, and she was an attractive, available woman. End of story.
He cleared his throat. “Should I be worried about these brothers of yours? They’re not going to burst into my room and try to sack me from the ten yard line tonight, are they?”
She appreciated that he’d continued her play with words. He was clever, as well as smart. “Well, we’re all close, but they do live hundreds of miles away. I don’t see them nearly often enough. I haven’t been home since Christmas, though I am going next month to my parents’ anniversary party.”
“So nobody’s nearby to defend your virtue?”
“Nope, you have me completely at your mercy.” She stepped closer, putting her hands on that hard chest, toying with the buttons of his crisp, white shirt. “As to your original question...I’m protected and healthy. So if you’re clean, too, bareback is fine with me.”
Although a pleased smile widened those masculine lips, he also groaned, as if he’d suddenly imagined plunging into her, all heated strength to wet sheath. No barriers, nothing but hot, slick pleasure.
“Thank God I’m not a teenager and I don’t go around with a rubber in my pocket. And, uh, I can say the same. I haven’t been very active lately, either.”
Curious, she watched him, wondering if he’d explain.
All he said was “It’s complicated.”
“As long as you’re not cheating on somebody else with me, complicated is fine,” she said, presenting him with her one unbreakable rule. She’d noticed he wore no ring, so she wasn’t truly worried.
Some women might believe she had no boundaries, but she’d borne witness to what one of her brothers’ affairs had done to his marriage and family. Seeing the devastation the big, dumb idiot and his trashy girlfriend had wrought on her sister-in-law, nieces and nephew, she’d erected a big No Trespassing sign in her head when it came to attached men. Viv abided by it, always. She might flirt indiscriminately, but when it came to men in relationships with other women, she was strictly hands-off.
“I’m definitely not a cheater. I just don’t do relationships. I’m not cut out for them.”
She slipped one button of his shirt free, licking her lips. “Then it’s all good.”
“It most certainly will be. God, I can’t wait to get inside you,” he said, grabbing her hips, his fingers digging in to her curves. Holding tight, he pulled her hard against him so she could feel the ridge contained behind his zipper.
A big ridge. An overstressed zipper.
A whimper escaped her mouth, but he took it from her lips, kissing her again—deeply, hungrily. He plunged his tongue against hers, exploring her, tasting her, ravishing her.
Twining her arms around his neck, she let him take her places with that kiss, loving the feel of him pressed against her. Every inch of him was hard, which so appealed to every inch of her softness that she moaned out of sheer helpless need.
His tongue continued to dance with hers, hard and then light, teasing a response out of her. She was responding as she never had to anyone, craving his kiss, his strength, his body. She loved everything about it, from the silkiness of his tongue, to the warmth of his breaths, to the taste of mint and lime and gin on his lips.
Pushing her into the rear corner of the elevator, he began to pull at her bunched skirt. Viv lifted a leg and twined it around his, arching against him, almost crying in anticipation of being filled by that powerful cock pressed against her sex. She was wet, steamy hot and separated from what she wanted by only a few layers of clothes. It was exquisite torture, for him as well as her.
Hearing his groan as he, too, bemoaned the barriers, she chuckled throatily.
“Witch,” he grumbled. “Better be careful or I won’t wait until we get to my suite.”
“Who told you to wait?” she purred, her mood edgy, dangerous and wild. The elevator could stop at any floor before reaching the top one, where he said his suite was located. But she honestly didn’t care. She’d never taken that kind of risk in public...but he made it sound worthwhile.
“Very well, then. I won’t,” he said, a dangerous smile widening his mouth and making those dark eyes gleam.
Called on her dare, Viv sucked in a surprised breath, wondering just how far he intended to go.
It turned out, he went too far for her liking—all the way to the front of the elevator car. Hmm.
Glancing over his shoulder at her, a self-satisfied expression on his face, he pushed the emergency-stop button on the control panel.
Viv gaped, hearing an alarm go off somewhere in the elevator tower. Damien wagged his brows, appearing utterly mischievous. There was nothing boyish about the man, he was all adult male, yet that expression said he’d probably been a holy terror as a kid.
God, she liked holy terrors.
A voice emerged from a speaker set below the panel. “This is security, what’s happening?”
Damien pulled open a small box that contained a phone, obviously for emergencies only. He lifted it and spoke into the handset. “This is Damien Black, from the penthouse suite.”
Penthouse? Nice! No wonder he’d suggested room service—if she was staying in the penthouse of a place as ritzy as this, she’d never leave.
But you are leaving in the morning, she reminded herself.
Right. This was a one-night stand so she could get back in the saddle and get over being fired. She couldn’t get emotionally involved with anyone until she got her life straightened out. And even then, it wouldn’t be with a gorgeous rich guy who probably picked up women in cities all over the world. One who didn’t “do” relationships.
She could take being his DC-area pickup...as long as she remained emotionally disengaged and never looked beyond tonight. It was when she expected or hoped for more that she got bitten in the ass. While she wouldn’t mind this guy nibbling on her posterior, she didn’t want to be left with any real, lingering scars.
“Yes, we’re fine, thank you.”
She couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, now taking place only through the emergency phone, and could only imagine the security guy was asking why they’d stopped the elevator. Part of her wished Damien hadn’t bothered; they would have probably reached the top floor by now if he hadn’t pushed that button. Another part loved that he’d pushed it because he hadn’t wanted to wait one more minute to have her.
“There’s no real problem, I just wanted to test the alarm and the emergency procedures.”
The person on the other end of the call spoke more loudly, but Damien, staring at her, barely paid attention. Viv sensed a naughty opportunity to twist the screws even tighter. Reaching up, she slowly slid free the next button on her blouse to reveal the curves of her breasts, covered by a pretty, lacy bra. She had nice breasts, not huge, but high and firm. More than one man had gotten a little stupid over them.
His only reaction was a slight tightening of his grip on the phone handle.
“Give your supervisor my name and then put him on the phone,” he finally said with a heavy sigh, as if he’d grown tired of hearing the other man’s arguments.
The fact that he was going over the security guy’s head indicated he knew the hotel really wanted to keep his business. Of course, nobody wanted his business more than she did right at this minute, particularly judging by how big and hard that business had felt pressed against her.
After a brief pause, someone else apparently spoke on the other end of the phone call. She couldn’t hear the conversation, but after a moment, Damien said, “Yes, I am. And it’s quite all right. I’m sure you’re doing a fine job in security. Please just give me five minutes and then I’ll restart the car.” He glanced up at the corner. “And turn off the in-car camera.”
She stared up at the black dome, which concealed a camera. She’d been so heated up by her sexy companion that she hadn’t even noticed it. Honestly, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d have cared if she had noticed it. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but she wanted Damien Black that much.
To her shock, a small red indicator light blinked off. Amazement filled her as she wondered just how the guy could get a security camera shut off with a phone call.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Somebody who spends a lot of money at these hotels.”
“Are you a platinum member of their frequent guest program or something? Is that why they kiss up to you no matter what crazy request you make?”
He shrugged. “Something like that.”
“You do realize they were watching us on the camera and know exactly what we’re up to, even though it’s now off?”
“Of course.”
“And you don’t care?”
“No.”
“But...”
“Do you really want to waste what time we have talking about this?” he asked, stalking closer, each slow step an exercise in restraint, as if he wanted to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind.
As if.
“No, I really don’t,” she replied.
“Good.”
He burned her with a hot, possessive stare. The fire of it blazed down her neck, to her cleavage. Her breasts pushed up and out of her open blouse.
“Five minutes,” he said as he reached her, sliding a hand into her hair to pull her face to his. “This is gonna be fast.”
Fast, slow—she wanted both. She wanted it all. They had all night, and she wanted him every way she could have him. But fast would do for a start.
Then he was kissing her, returning her to the heights of insane want. Even as he devoured her, again eliciting all those crazy, hot sensations, raising the level of need into the stratosphere, he began undressing her. His hands were unfastening her buttons, pushing her blouse open, and he kissed his way down her throat to the swell of her cleavage.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered as he licked along the edge of her bra. When he moved to the front and breathed on the dark nipples straining so hard against the lace, she squirmed, wanting a more intimate connection.
“An hour wouldn’t be enough to suck you the way I want to,” he muttered. “So that’s going to have to wait.”
She whimpered, both in disappointment and excitement of the promised hour to come.
“Are you hot for me, Viv?” he whispered as he kissed his way down her midriff, dropping to his knees to better reach her.
“Find out for yourself,” she purred, lifting a leg and draping it over one strong shoulder. She was wanton, arching toward him, inviting him to push her skirt up and explore her hottest, wettest secrets.
He did, gliding his hand along her thigh, pushing the skirt up inch by inch. When his fingers brushed the edge of her panties, she hissed. Her hiss became a moan of pleasure when he pulled the fabric out of the way to slide a finger into the crevice between her legs.
“So hot,” he groaned.
Viv closed her eyes, wanting him so much. The circular motions of his thumb on her clit were driving her to madness, and the strokes of his tongue on her belly were timed to perfectly match it, filling her with a more primal need. But it was the slow thrust of his finger into her core that made her frantic to be filled by him. All of him.
“Three minutes left,” he muttered against her skin.
“No,” she groaned, not sure how she would survive if he stopped what he was doing for the painfully long ride up to the penthouse.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, teasing her clit again, and adding another long finger to the one slowly moving in and out of her channel.
“You can give me one of those orgasms you promised,” she said, opening her eyes and looking down at him. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and turned his head so he was gazing up at her. “Or proceed directly to fucking my brains out.”
He immediately rose, unzipping his pants. “Maybe I can kill two birds with one...”
“Cock?”
He chuckled. “I love that sassy mouth of yours.”
Viv reached out to help him, quivering at the satiny steel in her hand.
“Holy mother...” she mumbled, staring at the big, thick erection. Though she hadn’t ever been nervous about sex, not even that first time with Ollie in the computer lab, she hesitated. It had been five months. What if she’d...shrunk?
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re so big,” she whispered, wondering if he could correctly interpret her tone as a combination of nervousness and pure, utter want.
“And you’re so wet,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on her mouth. “So soft and warm and ready for me.”
“Okay then,” she said, trusting him. He would certainly know.
“Hold on,” he ordered, nodding toward the stainless-steel handrails on each wall of the elevator.
She quivered; she was in for a wild, fast ride.
Grabbing the handrails, she watched as he pulled her skirt back up, pushing her panties to the floor. He lifted her by the hips, arching her toward him. The panties fell off her ankles and she parted her legs wide in invitation.
Gripping her hips, he stepped between her thighs, that big, hard ridge nudging into the slick lips of her sex. She had a second to gasp at the amazing sensation before he plunged into her, filling her to her core.
Her gasps became cries as he claimed her. She couldn’t believe how delicious it was to be so thoroughly taken. The emptiness that had been with her for so long—physically and emotionally—suddenly evaporated as she savored the ultimate connection with another human being.
God, how she’d missed this.
He gave her exactly what she’d asked for, thrusting hard, his hands almost punishing on her hips, his cock pounding so deep inside her she felt as though she was being split in half.
She loved it.
Meeting him thrust for thrust, she held on tight to his shoulders, digging her nails into him. Their mouths met and locked in deep hungry kisses. Viv squeezed him deep inside, eliciting a guttural groan. The angle was perfect for penetration, but also gave her just the right amount of pressure on her clit, and she rode him as much as he took her, both of them drunk on the freedom of being able to throw away thought and inhibition and convention, and just have wild, crazy sex.
Waves of heat rolled through her, electricity dancing across every inch of her skin. The deliciously achy tension of need rolled through her body, wave after wave, and Viv knew she was going to come—had to come—or she’d lose her mind.
There would be time for a slow build later. Now she was desperate for an orgasm, and she rubbed against his pelvis, giving herself exactly the right amount of pressure to make sure she got it.
But just as she began to reach the highest wave of this churning surf of erotic sensation, a faint buzzing began to intrude. She didn’t notice it at first, focused only on the wildness, their harsh breaths, the pounding of flesh on flesh. Soon, though, she realized the persistent sound wasn’t coming from either of them, but rather from the emergency phone set in the front panel of the elevator.
He obviously heard it, too.
“Shit,” he muttered. His hands still gripping her hips, his glorious erection still buried hilt-deep inside her, he stopped moving.
She groaned. “No.”
Damien closed his eyes and banged his forehead against the wall. “Our time is up.”
Viv squeezed him again, deep inside, and was rewarded with a slow thrust. His mind might imagine they could stop, but his body was nowhere ready to. “Five more minutes?” she cajoled, licking her lips, tightening her legs around his lean hips.
“It’s going to take a lot longer than that,” he told her, the words as much a promise as a declaration.
“Not for me.” Not that she didn’t want a lot more. But oh, she wanted an orgasm, and she wanted it now.
He pulled away so he could look down at her, and obviously noted the hot hunger she couldn’t disguise. Her body was quaking, tingling, the pressure so enormous she felt sure she’d either have to climax or punch something, just to relieve the sensual stress. At no other time did pleasure and pain mix so exquisitely, with boundaries almost impossible to discern, than right before climax. When it came, there would be no better sensation in the world. When denied, nothing was worse.
“Two minutes,” she begged. “I need... I have to...”
“No.” He shook his head once, and let go of her hips, until she was standing on her own feet.
Viv was ready to cry, but when those lips curved up, she held off.
“Thirty seconds.”
Her brows went up as she heard the confidence in his voice. But when he immediately dropped to his knees, lifting her leg over his shoulder, as he had before, she knew she wouldn’t require the full thirty seconds. Not if he was going to... Oh, God.
He did.
A cry escaped her throat as he licked her sex, covering her clit with that warm tongue. She was panting, desperate for breath, hungry for release. Twining her fingers in his thick, black hair, she arched toward his hungry mouth, glorious sensation washing over her. He encircled the sensitive nub, licking at the base, sucking gently, and all brain function ceased. She closed her eyes and began to whimper as the heat centered and pooled right there...right... “There!”
Attaining the highest heights her body could reach, she let it rock her from head to toe. Warm waves of satisfaction rolled through her. She couldn’t stop herself from gently thrusting her hips, loving that he continued to lap at her as the hot currents pulsed and scattered through her veins, bringing light and energy and pure deliciousness to every cell in her body.
She was so lost to it, she barely even noticed when he stood up, dropping her skirt into place. Missing his warmth, the intimate connection, she managed to open her eyes. Sucking in deep, hungry breaths, she watched him walk to the control panel and reengage the elevator. And then they were moving again, slowly rising, past one floor, heading to the next.
Finally, she found a functioning brain cell and muttered, “I might not be able to walk out of here.”
“I’ll carry you,” he said, those dark eyes gleaming as he assessed her, from her tangled hair, to her gaping blouse and her crumpled skirt.
She gave him her most wicked, come-hither smile, but it faded from her lips when she realized the elevator was slowing. And they weren’t yet to the top floor.
“We’re stopping!” She ran a quick, assessing stare over him. For the most part, he looked perfect, gorgeous, the hair smooth, the face innocent—but for the gleam of hot woman on his lips—the jacket, shirt and tie just fine.
But, uh... “You might want to put that away,” she said with a giggle, gesturing toward his unzipped pants. His penis was still free, all big, hard and delicious. If they weren’t about to be boarded and invaded, she’d love to drop to her knees and repay the intimacy he’d just bestowed upon her.
He didn’t immediately shove things into place again or try to zip and hide. No. Instead, he took a few steps toward her, to the back corner, and braced his hands on either side of her. Without even glancing over his shoulder or acknowledging that the door was sliding open behind them, he pressed his mouth to hers in a wet kiss, sucking on her tongue, letting her taste her own essence. Viv twined her arms around his neck, tilting her head, kissing him, not really giving a damn that someone else had boarded the elevator.
The kiss was long, slow and surprising. Damien cupped her face in both his hands, his thumbs scraping gently over her cheeks. His touch was tender, careful, his kiss a soft promise, not a demand. Viv was still dying for more, but she found her heartbeat slowing, and her breaths, too. She slid her fingers into his hair, stroking its silkiness, and gave herself over to the pleasure of a long, leisurely kiss.
Of course, this wasn’t just a regular kiss, and in a tiny corner of her mind, she couldn’t quite forget that. First, they had an audience, albeit a quiet, unobtrusive one. Second, she could still feel Damien’s rock-solid erection pressed hard against her stomach. The people behind him couldn’t possibly see, but oh, just knowing it was there—hot, throbbing, inviting—was enough to make her tingle all over.
Eventually, they came to another stop. Damien slowly ended the kiss. Smiling at how much she’d enjoyed it, Viv glanced over his shoulder, appraising their audience. It was a younger couple, both wearing workout clothes and carrying water bottles. They’d apparently gone downstairs to use the fitness center.
Both were watching them closely. Both were grinning.
Viv wasn’t the blushing sort, but still a bit of heat flashed up into her cheeks. If those people had any idea what had been going on in the elevator right before they’d stepped onto it, they wouldn’t be grinning, they’d be wide-eyed with shock.
Then again...those grins said they were aware they’d stumbled onto more than a couple kissing in an elevator. Hmm.
When Viv inhaled a deep breath and caught the rich odors of earthy sex, she winced. There was no way those strangers didn’t realize what they’d been doing. The very air betrayed them.
Resisting the urge to bury her face in Damien’s shoulder, she groaned softly, praying she never ran into the other couple again. But just to make things a tiny bit worse, as they began to exit the elevator on their own floor, the young woman glanced at Viv over her shoulder. “Uh...don’t forget those,” she said with a wink, pointing to the floor.
Viv glanced down. And groaned. Her lacy white panties were tangled around Damien’s black leather shoes.
