Yanking down his zipper, he pulled his cock from his pants. He slid his fingers from her so he could hold the thong to the side and run his cock through the slick seam of her sex. With one smooth long stroke, he thrust inside her, fucking her up onto her toes.
“Fuck, like that. Just like that,” she whimpered as he moved inside her.
He brought his hand down on the unmarked side of her ass and felt her pussy tighten around him. Sucking in a breath, he concentrated on taking her higher before he lost himself completely in the feel of her.
SHE’D LOST HER mind, but at this point Claire was too far gone to care. She’d picked a fight with Luke. She was mad about Matthews not having a chance to bid, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet. She knew Luke was right; it was business. So why had she snapped and acted like a brat? A brat who fucking loved getting spanked, she thought as Luke’s hand came down on her ass again with a delicious sting that started the heat spreading through her body.
She was a capable, responsible, grown woman who was letting the man she loved smack her ass while he fucked her against the elevator wall. She had no idea how to think about it, but as he moved inside her, his long thick cock driving her higher, thinking became less important. And instead of horrifying her, the phone call to check on them only made her wetter.
Her sex was so slick with her arousal; she could feel it on the inside of her thighs. She trembled, vibrated with the pleasure Luke coaxed from her body. She was right on the edge. When he reached around her to rub her needy clit, the climax that had been holding her right on the edge crashed through her body. She pressed her fingers against the elevator wall so hard she half expected them to leave marks, and Luke kept fucking her, thrusting with long hard strokes, drawing out every bit of her pleasure until she felt his cock swell and pulse as he emptied himself inside her.
Covering her body with his, he brushed a kiss over her temple with a tenderness that felt more like making love than the fucking they’d done. It wasn’t comfortable for her to admit it, but this man seemed to know what she needed even when she wasn’t sure herself.
“Better?” he asked after he’d smoothed her skirt over her hips.
He straightened his clothes and pushed the elevator button, repeatedly glancing over at her like he wasn’t sure how she’d react.
“Yes,” she said, shaking her head because she didn’t understand it herself. The anger she’d been feeling earlier had burned out as quickly as it came.
“Good,” he said, pulling her to him and wrapping her in his arms.
She sank back against him and watched the lit numbers count the floors up to the penthouse level. Taking his hand and bringing it to her lips, she pressed a kiss to the back of his knuckles.
“I love you, Claire.”
“I love you, too,” she said and as the elevator doors slid open she realized, it was good. For at least that moment, everything was good.
