“Are you? Are you fine,wife?”He says, trailing a finger up my leg along the slit of my skirt.
I shrug, all bravado, “Never better, Bo—” before I can finish calling him boss he shifts us. Now I’m against the wall, one of his hands caged around me and the other holding my chin. It’s not a soft, loving hold, either. It’s…possession. I shudder. He notices and smirks.
“I am going to tease you all night long and when we get home you are going to screammy nameover and over and over.” Before I can protest he kisses the crap out of me. His tongue tangles with mine. It’s messy and emotional and so freaking hot.
I whimper, though, and it’s over.
He pulls me to him, yanks the door open behind me, then steps out and leads me by the hand. When he pauses to pull the closet door shut, I sneak a look down at the tent in his pants. He catches me looking.
“Bloody hell, this night just got endlessly more fun.”
37
JANIE
“Still feeling fine?” He says as he walks me backward into the apartment. His hands push on my hips and I reach out to grab his tie.
“Uh huh,” I think I say.
He’s edged me all night, touching me under the table, his hand tracing under my skirt, but never all the way. He pretended to whisper in my ear but sucked on my neck and earlobe instead. When we were dancing he waxed poetic about the kind of orgasm that was waiting for me at home. When we kissed for the paparazzi on our way out, he grabbed my butt and I thought I might implode on the spot.
The sexual tension in the elevator ride up to his apartment was deliciously brutal.
But those doors opened and he took over, hungry and focused. Like a hunter zeroing in on his prey, to which I sayyes please.
“Well, I’m not,” he says, his voice low and rough.
“No?”
“No, it was cold in that ballroom.”
I frown, “It was wh—”
Suddenly his hands are at my neckline and then he’s throwing his hands open in some sort of WWE move that rips the top of the dress in two.
“Ben.”
“I needed to finally see them,” he looks at my chest, hard as a rock. Then his warm hand is there, gripping. I lean my headback and moan. But his hand is gone. “Tsk tsk tsk, you’re already close, I know. So I better take my time.”
“Ben,” I plead with him.
“Fine, quick one to get us started but then it’s back to the torture,” he says and then his hands grip the fabric again, pulling but it doesn’t rip.
“Damn it.”
I can’t help but laugh and he does too. I tease him, happy to be back to our normal, “I guess you already had your hulk moment, Boss. You don’t get two.”
“Well, it served my purpose,” he chuckles too, “Was it good for you?”
“It was so hot,” I say as I find the zipper at my back and help him out with my dress. Once it’s all the way off, a silky puddle at my feet, he hums in appreciation and bites his lip. His hands slowly trail up, his index fingers tracing a line up my thighs. He snaps the side string of my silver thong and licks his mouth. Then his hands are on my ribs and his gaze shifts from my body to my eyes. I know what he wants to say.
“I’m begging,” I offer freely. Then he mutters a blur of praises and curses into the skin of my neck and works down. I think he’s leaving hickeys on purpose and I’m so here for it. He licks my sternum then adds a hickey there too. I arch my back, another plea. Without hesitating he gives me exactly what I need, sucking, licking and pinching.
Again, I’m able to climax just from his mouth on my chest.
“Unreal,” I sigh.
“I agree,” he says, picking me up off whatever I was sitting on? Oh. His entry table.
