“See? You can’t resist me,” he whispered, increasing the pressure of his touch against my growing wetness.
I let out a shuddered breath. He smiled deviously, and I could have come just from that alone. He swirled his thumb aroundme slowly. I knew his fingers would feel this deliciously good the second I laid eyes on them at the coffee shop.
He wrapped them around the lace of my thong, and pushed it aside. I could feel the cool air of the museum against my opening. He ran his finger up my slit slowly.
“Mmm,” he said, bringing it back down and up me again, making me squirm against the pillar. I bit my lip to keep my sounds of pleasure from escaping. His eyes fell to where my teeth met flesh and he groaned softly. It rumbled through me, making me want to hear it again and again.
He suddenly reached for the waistband of his tuxedo, leaving me reeling from the touch he had left me yearning for more of. As I watched his hand work, I could see he was about to give me something even better. I swallowed hard as his pants fell from his hips, followed by his briefs, falling at his feet. I sucked in a breath at his cock. If anything, it matched the size of his ego.
I gripped the back of his neck as he adjusted his hips. I could feel the tip of him against me, giving me a gentle nudge. He looked at me as if asking for permission and I gave a quick nod. It was all he needed to dip into me, inch by delicious inch, as his eyes watched me take his length. He filled me entirely before pulling out and this time slamming into me. I moaned loudly as I saw stars. The little dipper. The big dipper. Every fucking star in the galaxy.
He gripped me tighter as he pounded into me, the slapping sounds of our bodies echoing through the room. I had never feltanything this good before. This impulsive. This raw. I clung onto him for dear life as my back hit the pillar again and again, his cock pushing further and further into me. I could feel the wave begin to build in me, threatening to crash any second. My legs trembled around him and then I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I screamed as I arched my back, the wave of pleasure crashing over me. The feeling was so deep inside me that it ached. Consumed every part of me that I screamed with reckless abandon, not caring who heard. I pushed further onto him, shifting my hips to take more of him.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth, fingers digging into my flesh as he pushed into me one more time and stayed buried as he exploded inside me. He pumped into me slowly a few more times until his cock stopped throbbing, and laid his chin on my shoulder breathlessly.
A moment later, he pulled out of me and I felt empty without him. He lowered me to the ground and reached down to pull up his pants. Once they were buttoned, he looked at me and smirked.
“See? I told you, you were too impulsive.”
I was back to hating him again, even though my body was still reeling from what just happened. I wanted to bite back, but I was too exhausted. Too pleasure-filled. I just shifted on my shaky legs and braced myself as he reached up a hand and ran a thumb over my bottom lip before leaning in to kiss me. And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me to catch my breath.
Chapter 12
Chandler
I woke up in a sweat, my mind still lingering in the dream I had just woken up from. I was back in that museum, Gabriella’s soft moans in my ear. It had been reckless, but necessary. I had known from the first time I saw her at that damn coffee shop, that fucking her would be electric. And it was. Which was probably why my dreams led me back to two nights ago.
Stretched out in my bed, the morning sun was peeping through the edges of my blackout shades and hitting me square in the right eye. I groaned and shut my eyes, trying to block it out. I knew I had to get up. Had to run a freezing cold shower to get rid of the erection I had woken up with.
I rolled out of bed and strode toward my bathroom, stripping off the briefs I had slept in and turning the shower on. There was no need to wait for the water to heat up, so I stepped inside, grimacing at the cold water hitting my skin. The feeling ofGabriella’s fingers tangled in my hair and how tight she clenched around me began to dissipate with each harsh drop of water.
I wondered if our encounter was having the same kind of effect on her. She had played it cool when we got back to the table, quickly eating her food as if trying to catch up to those who were already onto dessert. Her father eyed her warily, the same look falling to me, as if trying to figure out what just happened. I avoided his gaze. It was hard to face him after I had just fucked his daughter’s brains out just a few rooms away.
Gabriella had slipped out of the party before me without a goodbye or a single look in my direction. I would be lying if I said it didn’t bring me down a peg or two, but I knew what had transpired between us had just made both our lives a hell of a lot more complicated. It was probably for the best we distanced ourselves from each other. At least for the weekend because then it would be back to the office, and there would be no avoiding each other.
I turned off the shower and reached for the plush, cream towel hanging from a nearby hook. I quickly dried off and wrapped it around my waist before walking to my closet to pick out today’s suit. Just as I was about to skim through the black velvet hangers of Serge’s creations, I heard my phone buzzing from my nightstand. I quickly went to grab it and saw it was Nathan calling.
“Hey, little bro,” I said.
“We still on for coffee?” he asked groggily.
“Shit. I almost forgot.” I glanced at the time on the clock. “Yeah, I can meet you at our usual spot in thirty.”
“See you soon,” he said before hanging up.
I wondered if he had been up all night writing a paper or studying. I was surprised he still wanted to go grab coffee when he could sleep in a little longer. I tossed my phone on my bed and went back to my closet, selecting a navy suit and a crisp, white button-down. I quickly dressed and washed up at the bathroom sink, then headed down to the parking garage. The valet brought my car around and I hopped in the driver’s seat.
I drove up and out of the garage, feeling the warmth of the morning sun through my window. It felt good. I pressed the button on the dash, and the top came down, letting the breeze run through my damp hair. Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to the coffee shop. The same one where my fateful encounter with Gabriella had occurred. Nathan was standing near the curb waiting. He spotted me as I parked at a nearby meter.
“You look like the richest prick ever,” he said, as I climbed out and shut the door behind me.
“I take that as a compliment.” I chuckled.
He rolled his eyes and pulled me in for a quick hug before releasing me. We walked into the coffee shop, which was far less crowded than the last time I was there. It was too early for morning commuters. We placed our order at the counter, retrieved our drinks, and settled in at a table by the window.
I took a sip of my espresso, dark and steaming in the small cup on its matching saucer. I didn’t opt for cream or sugar today. I just needed straight liquid caffeine after I had tossed and turned all night, fighting off an imminent arousal. I pushed the thought of Gabriella’s perfect breasts out of my head and tried to focus on what my brother was saying about his upcoming final.
