I push underneath and my fingers meet wetness—hot, silky wetness.
“Jack,” she whispers. “We can’t. Not here. What if someone sees?”
No one comes up here. No onecancome up here. Only I have the key to get to this floor. Mine is the only apartment on this floor. This is the foyer to my apartment. It looks like it’s communal to the building and there’s a locked door for security, but it’s actually part of my apartment. I don’t have time to explain and reassure. I just need to get inside her. I need every part of me inside her.
“Come with me.”
I round the table in the center of the foyer, a chandelier above it, and push open the double doors into the living space of my apartment. I lift her and toss her over my shoulder.
“Jack?” she screams. “What are you doing?”
I march along the wide, marble-floored hallway to my bedroom. “Those shoes wouldn’t get us where I want us to be quick enough.”
“I thought we’d hang a little in your very grand apartment.”
“You thought wrong.” The high ceilings and ornate light fixtures do emphasize the grand nature of this apartment. It was left to me by my paternal grandmother, and I haven’t really donemuch to it since she died. For the first time since I moved in, I wonder what it would look like if I redecorated.
If Iris helped me redecorate.
That thought is stricken from my brain as we reach my bedroom and I set Iris down by my bed.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, taking a step back. “Breathtaking.”
“This dress is beautiful.” She glances down.
I shake my head. “That dress is the least beautiful thing about you. And it needs to come off.”
Her hair is up in a bun just as I requested and the curve of her neck is so tempting. I want to lick her everywhere, but especially there. Some tendrils of her hair caress her milky-white skin and I’m ridiculously jealous that they get to sweep over that smooth, perfect skin all the time, whereas I have to be patient.
No more.
I reach and pull her toward me, snaking my hand up her back, trying to find a zip.
“It’s buttons,” she says, smiling at me.
“Next time, I’ll only buy dresses with zippers.”
She reaches for the skirt of her dress, and ruches it up. “Impatient?”
Heat sweeps through my body and I finger the collar of my shirt.
“The dress might have buttons, but we don’t have to wait.”
I groan and reach between her legs, finding her still hot and wetter than she was before. “I’m not the only impatient one,” I growl against her.
She shakes her head. “I want you, Jack.”
There’s a part of me that wants to take my time, revel in her, seduce her inch by inch, but the part of me that wins is the part that just wants to bury myself in her as quick as possible.
My fingers shake as I roll on the condom I retrieved from my wallet. Not from nerves, but from lust. From desire. I don’t havecontrol over my body when Iris’s around. She makes me shake. She makes me hard. She makes me fucking howl.
She takes me by surprise when she turns away from me and bends over my mattress, her dress around her waist, her ass on full display.
“These need to go,” I say and I pull at her panties, ripping the lace from between her legs. Her juices have soaked through the material and I make a mental note to retrieve them from the floor later and keep them somewhere safe.
I sweep my hand over her smooth ass, and steady her as I position my cock at her entrance. “You ready to get fucked hard?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
