Seems Eddie likes that response, as he claims my mouth in a bone-melting kiss.
I’m all too happy to get in on the action, my hands twisting his shirt, my hips angling upward as his fingers slide beneath my already damp panties and find their mark.
I whimper, desperate for more, but unlike before, Eddie is taking his time now.
He eases me back on the desk, his hooded gaze unyielding as he strokes me, his fingers spreading me wide. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I need inside you again.”
My head falls back as I writhe against his hand, begging for more.
Good thing he didn’t bother to zip up as he frees his cock and slides it against my slick skin. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Please.” I moan his name, my body throbbing as he sinks inside me.
My God, how is it even better this time?
Maybe it’s the slow teasing tempo, his thumb circling my clit as he pushes me to the edge. Maybe it’s the look on his face as he watches me come apart beneath him.
Maybe it’s how he stretches me, plunging deep into my heat.
But I’m right there. Right there?—
“What’s back there?” A voice says on the other side of the door. “It’s dark down here.”
A banging noise follows from an adjoining room, bursting like an unwelcome guest into our moment.
Looks like playtime is over. We’re still safely hidden from view, but it’s only a matter of time before someone bumbles in to find us splayed across the desk.
Before someone sees us.
A flash of fear scratches the edges of my mind like nails on a chalkboard. Mr. Howard, Deirdre’s attorney, is at this party.A man who has warned me on several occasions to cool things with Eddie.
I’m guessing an electric, breathless romp isnotwhat he meant.
Eddie drops his head with a sigh. “Fuck, I don’t want to go back out there.”
“Tell me about it.”
“But we better get back before Nolan sends a search party after us.” He drops a kiss to my lips and pulls me to a sitting position. “I’m sorry, beautiful. Promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Thank God for those wet wipes. We’re making good use of the things.
A few minutes later, we look respectable again. Well, almost. Still have this slit to deal with and it’s barely this side of legal now.
Thankfully, I’m a planner. I pull a small safety pin from the desk drawer and fasten the slit. There, no one will notice.
“Look at you, prepared for any situation.” He traces idle patterns across my shoulders, his fingers warm against my skin. “Come on. Let’s go sample some of Nolan’s overpriced fucking hors d’oeuvres. Time to play nice with the locals. Even good old Uncle Ted.”
I pause, shooting him a curious look. “Who is Uncle Ted?”
Eddie shrugs, fixing his tie in the dusty side mirror. “Deirdre’s uncle.”
No, no, no. It can’t be the same man, can it?
“Why… why is he here? Does he work in the film industry?”
Eddie scoffs, dragging a hand through his hair. “Not hardly, although he’s dramatic enough. He’s a judge.”
Jesus Christ. He’s not justajudge, he’sthejudge. The man Mr. Howard mentioned could make Eddie’s life hell on earth should his niece give the word.
