He flips me around; my body bent over the balcony as I shudder, my ass against him, trying desperately to stand up and push him away.
“Are you insane?” I gasp. “Someone will see us!”
“Good,” he growls. “We both know it turns you on.”
Still, despite the ache between my legs and my desperate need to please him, as he begins to pull up my skirt, I push him away hard.
The worry coursing through me isn’t about being observed so much as someone from the office seeing us. That idea isn’t a turn on; it’s dangerous, and I don’t want rumors flying around about why he invited me here.
He stops, perhaps sensing my distress, and turns me back around as I let out a little huff of relief.
“Maybe you’re right, a balcony might not be the most discreet location. Lucky for you, I know this hotel by heart.”
And without another word, he tugs me out of the balcony, down the hallway, and into an enormous ballroom. It’s deserted,the parquet floor gleaming beneath the light of a mirror ball that turns lazily above us, casting shimmering lights across the floor.
“You can see why I didn’t pick this room for the party,” Crawford says with a grimace. “Tacky as hell.” He pulls me across the dancefloor, spinning me round until I’m facing him again. “But at least it’s nice and roomy.”
Letting go of my hand, he walks to the side of the room, pulls an ornate chair from a stack by the wall, and brings it back to me.
I stare at it, not understanding what he wants until he turns me around and bends me over it so my hands rest on the back of it.
Then he pulls my dress up over my ass, pulls down my panties, and drops to his knees. I make a choked sound of shock, but otherwise don’t move, watching the shimmering patterns of the mirror ball moving across the floor.
“You’re mine, Amelia. Say it.”
I shiver, knowing I should deny it but unable to find the words. “I’m yours.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you scream, and every man in New York will know who you belong to.”
This whole thing doesn’t feel real. Iamhis. I know it with more certainty than I’ve ever known anything, and it’s terrifying.
My thighs start to shake.
His hand slides over my stomach and up to my breasts, squeezing my nipples through the fabric. I push back against his tongue as he moans, licking into me so deep I can barely stay upright.
He stands up, pushing two fingers inside me, shoving them in and out of me, hard and fast. The image of what I must look like bursts into my mind, Crawford standing behind me, my dress around my waist as he shoves his fingers into me, preparing to fuck me in this grand stately room.
The image is sinfully good, and when I think about some of the guests walking inside, maybe even a group of men watching us, my body takes over. I suck in a breath as I come, explosively and unexpectedly with a long, trembling moan.
Both of us go still as I shudder, opening my eyes and biting my lip.
“Fuck,” I say, half ashamed to have come so fast but quivering from the strength of my orgasm.
“Did you come?” he asks, and he sounds pleased.
“Uh… yeah. Sorry.”
His fingers grip me harder. “Don’t you dare apologize. I need to remember this for later. Maybe I should punish you more often?” He slaps me across my ass, and I feel another pulse of heat shoot through me before he pushes his fingers further inside me again, and I groan.
“Oh yes. I’m gonna make sure you remember this lesson,” he whispers.
I stand up, allowing the fabric of my dress to fall down around my ankles, and I turn to Crawford’s curious gaze, then boldly drop to my knees.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he murmurs, watching as I pull out his rock-hard cock. He runs a hand under my chin, pushing my face up toward him.
“Can I fuck your mouth?” he asks.
I nod my head, elated that he somehow knew exactly what I wanted. I need him to use me, remind me that I’m not special to him, and that this is a paid service I provide. I can’t afford to have feelings for him, and I have to banish them forever.
