And upsetting the delicate balance between us.
And jeopardizing my mission.
As I’m wallowing in the miserable miracle of resisting a woman that sets my every nerve on edge, I hear a noise outside. I glance at Lucie, holding the index of my free hand in front of my lips. It looks like she heard it, too.
We mustn’t make a sound, mustn’t move. Even shifting our weight would be imprudent. What if the floorboards creak in response?
She must be thinking the same thing. That must be the reason why she still hasn’t pulled her hand back. Because, what’s the alternative? The alternative is that she loves the feel of our skin brushing as much as I do. That she’s just as aroused as I am, overwhelmed by lurid fantasies of what we could do next.
And by “next” I don’t mean snagging the fan. I mean snagging a messy, rowdy bout of sex in this tiny storage room.
If she had any idea about how much confined public spaces turn me on, how much the thought of making love to her in such a space turns me on, she’d be scandalized. If she had but an inkling about the scenes I’ve imagined at night—every night since we rode the elevator together at MINDFUCH the day I hired her—then she’d jerk away, heedless of how it might attract the attention of the guard outside.
Click-click-click.
If it’s a guard, then she’s wearing heels—a rather unusual and impractical choice of footwear for a guard. Could it be the curator on her way out after a late night? The footsteps are getting closer and closer. I’m hard, harder than I’ve ever been before. My heartbeat seems as loud asthe clickety-clack of the heels outside. The only way to tell them apart is that the person on the other side isn’t racing.
God, Lucie!
“What?” she whispers.
Shit, did I say any of that out loud?
“What, what?” I whisper back, terrified that my lust will creak through my voice.
She moves closer, probably to be heard easier, but really she’s just endangering my fragile self-control. “You said my name.”
“No, you misheard.”
“Oh.”
I can resist; of course I can. I’ve done it for days, always keeping back. What’re just a few more seconds, or even a few more minutes?
Our gazes lock.
She inhales visibly and wets her lips.
I wouldn’t bet my life on it, but I believe I can still resist. Problem is I forget why I should. It’s impossible when she signals loud and clear what she wants. Not when there’s a pair of full, yummy lips waiting for me, parted and begging. Even if I did manage to ignore all of that, the heat of her panting would undo me.
And yet I pause, my neck craning as my mouth holds just a few centimeters away from hers. I can feel the magnetic warmth of her lips as it draws me downward.
The sound of the footsteps outside grows quieter. The relief causes a rush of some hormone, so potent it blurs my vision.
It’s hard to tell which one of us makes the first move. One moment, we’re puffing breath against each other’s mouths, and the next we’re kissing. Her mouth tastes as delicious as last night, and I savor it. I savor the sweetness of this tender interlude even as my body tightens and vibratesin anticipation of the much sultrier, rougher things this will lead to.I hope.I’ll explode if it doesn’t.
As I kiss her, one hand cups the back of her head, while the other drifts to the small of her back. I pull her closer still, and she melds to me; her form fits to mine perfectly. As if that weren’t enough, she arches her spine into the flat of my hand, which emboldens me to slide down and press harder, until I’m squeezing her glorious butt.
I run the tip of my tongue along her bottom lip, retracing the spot she bit earlier. I suck on it. She gasps appreciatively. I slip my tongue back into her hot mouth and kiss her even more greedily than before, barely holding back from groping her mound.
The last vestige of doubt is gone, taking all hesitation with it. I want this little Lyonnaise more than I’ve ever wanted a woman. Given that I’ve lost count of the women I’ve bedded, the realization comes as a surprise.
Nearly crazed, I brush the bulge of my erection against her tummy, burning to hear her moan in my ear as I fill her with my swollen cock.
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LUCIE
He stops.
