“Yes. Let’s,” I gasped as he thrust harder.
Talking after that was non-existent for us. His hips thrust harder and faster, grabbing the heat within me and making it sizzle in euphoria. My hands ran down his chest and I started to wrap them around his torso until I bumped his pistols under each of his arms. His movements faltered and I slapped his chest and narrowed my eyes, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Shut up your mind, Cole. I’m so not going to shoot you with your own darn gun while we’re having sex.”
His grinned then and bent down to feast on my breasts. Heat. Oh, lord the heat. It pounded from my belly out to each and every limb and I screamed in ecstasy. His movementspicked up in pace and he nibbled each breast before lifting up. I managed to snake my hands around to his back and dug my short fingernails into his hot muscles as he gripped my breast and squeezed gently, his mouth landing on mine. His tongue thrust inside my mouth in ravenous need and I moaned, “More.”
He gave it to me.
He ground his pelvis against my clit, pushing farther inside. Plunging with a brutal pace.
Rougher. Wilder.
“Fuck, Ember. Come. Come, now!”
He pressed harder and I screamed his name, and I flew, my channel gripping and pulling his cock for all it’s worth. I heard him mumbled, “Oh my fucking God.” Lights danced behind my closed eyes and I lost touch with reality, all except for his touch. He thrust once, twice, and slammed inside once more before yelling my name, shuddering over me. I floated in Heaven while our bodies jerked together in bliss.
Time passed in a floating wispy cloud of beauty.
He collapsed on top on me. His face immediately going to the soft spot between my neck and shoulder. Our bodies shuddered in aftershocks for a minute or two. Goodness, that had been…delicious.
I held him gently and let my eyelids flutter open on their own accord. Slowly, my vision came back into focus.
And I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
I blinked.
Blinked again.
Then every muscle in my body clenched.
Cole groaned. “Sweetheart, please don’t do that.”
“Guns,” I whispered.
He sighed. “Yes. We’ve established I have them,” he grumbled quietly against my neck, lightly kissing it.
“No,” I muttered and poked his back with my index finger, letting it dig in to wake his behind up. “Bad people. On the balcony. With verybigguns.”
It only took a second, and Cole’s whole body tensed. Good boy.
“Now that you two are done – thank you for the fabulous show by-the-by – please move slowly away from each other,” one of the men in black ski masks ordered while slipping the safety off his gun. “You’ve got ten seconds to get through this door before I shoot.” The door slid silently open as he pushed it.
Cripes.
Chapter Three
COLE PUSHED up silently andfluidly, somehow masking the fact that he had guns under his open jacket. His cock slipped wetly from my passage, and when he stood up I saw that the condom had broken at some point. All the remaining blood that had flushed my cheeks drained away. He reached down to cover my exposed nether regions and I murmured, “I’ve got it. Take care of yourself.”
I was somehow counting in my head and we were already at three-one thousand out of ten-one thousand. I slid from the lounge and grabbed for my purse, watching him. My fingers groped across the ground and I found its strap along with his tie. His was partially turned away from the bad guys for a smidgen of privacy to remove the condom and I heard him mutter, “Fuck!” He glanced down at me and I turned away.
What the heck do you say to that?
Not the time for words, anyway, that was for sure. I placed my purse in front of my exposed breasts and slipped past the guns trained on me and inside the opened door.
Cole followed closely, pulling his pants up over his hips while I tried to covertly pull my top up. My skirt had fallen back into place, but it felt crooked. The three masked gun wielders followed and not so gently pushed us toward the closed office door. I had just got my top situation when one of the individuals opened the door to the office and shoved me through. Cole was still wrestling with his pants and had managed to get the button done when he was also “helped” through the door.
What awaited us was not a pretty site. It appeared that the majority of the party had been herded to the top level. They were all pressed into the center of the room, down on their knees withtheir hands resting on top of their heads. Five masked men were in a circle around them with their guns trained on the group at large.
I didn’t move an inch from my spot while I tried to straighten out my skirt and finger comb through my mussed hair, unsure as to what they wanted me to do now. Cole was zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. He couldn’t do anything about his shirt. The buttons were gone. I held his tie still, so I draped it over his shoulder, trying to keep my blush from turning to an unattractive tomato red. When I make an entrance, I really make an entrance. Every eye had turned in our direction – amazingly, without their heads moving. At least, all but the people with guns. They didn’t watch us so much.
