I breathe through the intensity, the overwhelming pleasure knocking the breath right out of my lungs as my fingers slowly continue rolling over my clit. “There you go,” he murmurs, coaching me through it. “Just like that.”
I don’t stop until I’ve reached my all-time high and crash back down the other side, and only when I’ve got nothing left to give, do I allow my body to collapse in an exhausted heap against the elevator walls.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, tipping my head back against the wall, trying to take deep breaths.
“Shit, Firecracker,” Raiden says, slowly easing out of me and allowing my feet to find the floor. “I knew you had it in ya.”
I laugh and press my hand to his chest, needing the stability as I reach around him and release the emergency stop button, sending us soaring up to the eighteenth floor. “Oh, you don’t know what kind of animal you’ve just unleashed,” I tell him. “I’m not nearly done with you yet. You’re taking me back to your suite, you’re tearing the rest of this dress off me, and then you’re going to throw me down on your bed and let me fuck you any way I want until the sun is beaming throughthe window. Is that understood?”
He arches a brow, a smirk settling across his lips as he reaches out and brushes hair off my face that fell from my bun. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, just as the elevator arrives on the eighteenth floor anddingswith its arrival. “So, what are you waiting for, Raiden Kane? You can either handle me or you can’t. Take your pick.”
And with that, he picks me straight back up, my legs locking around his waist as he steps off the elevator and strides right down the hall to the suite directly next door to mine.
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CHAPTER 10
RAIDEN
The hot Barcelona sun shines directly through the window of the executive suite, and I groan as I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. It’s a big day, and despite only just getting to sleep at seven this morning, I’ve got a lot of shit to cover today.
I can’t be late.
Keeping quiet, I quickly shower, not wanting to wake up the most stunning woman I’ve ever had in my bed. Last night was . . . fuck. There’s no way to adequately describe how fucking incredible that was.
Kiara St. James truly is a firecracker.
Damn.
She’s got more stamina than I do, and honestly, I’ve never seen that before. She more than put me through my paces, taking me to the edge more times than I could count, but for every time I came, I madesure she came twice as much.
I’ve never been so exhausted in my life, yet I can’t wait to do it all over again. Every fucking position, every surface, every hour. She had me on my knees before she took me on hers. I had her on her back, her side, and with that perfect ass up in the air.
With Kiara, it was different. She wasn’t just some woman I’d met online or at a bar an hour before. She’s as real as they get, and honestly, the first woman I’ve been with who I’d ever consider wanting something more with. Not that I would ever whisper those words out loud. She’d run for the hills if she knew, but there’s no denying it; I will never get enough of Kiara St. James. Hell, I can only imagine how good it’d be if she actually liked me.
After finishing in the shower, I get dressed and ready for my day, needing to get this contract over the line before being able to enjoy the rest of my time in Barcelona, and now that I know Kiara is here, I know exactly how I intend to spend every moment of this business trip.
The question is, what happens when we get home?
Have we fucked up a good thing? Everyone always says it’s risky getting involved with neighbors. It’s like fucking someone within your same friend group, it always gets messy, and then the whole group ends up falling apart. So what happens when Kiara decides she actually can’t stand me? Hell, what happens when I fuck this up . . . whateverthismight be? Does it get awkward in the stairwell? Do I have to listen to her getting railed through the wall the same way she’s had to do withme? Do things get weird and one of us has to move away just to be comfortable in our own homes?
It’s a dangerous game, but now that I know just how good it is with her, I think it’s a risk I’m willing to take. She’s wild and feisty, everything I crave in a woman, and knowing just how fucking incredible it is, there’s no way I could ever walk away now. Besides, I’m not attached to my apartment. I’ll live in a fucking cardboard box if it means getting to have just a little more time with Kiara.
After getting ready, I make my way back to the door of the massive bedroom, looking in at the beautiful woman in my bed. She’s sound asleep, the white sheets barely covering her perky ass as her long, dark hair is spread out over the pillow. She has her arms scooped under her head, showing me just the perfect amount of her full tits to leave me begging for more.
I’ve never seen a more stunning sight.
How the hell am I supposed to walk out that door knowing this is what I’m leaving in my bed?
If I’m lucky, I’ll be slipping back inside her within a few hours, but the Europeans aren’t as strict on their schedules as the busy clients I’m used to dealing with in the US. They make their own schedules, not caring if meetings run long or if they have to cancel at a moment’s notice, just like they did yesterday. In the US, if you can’t keep a strict schedule, you don’t keep your job. For my business, it’s convenient, but I can’t lie. I like the lifestyle out here. There’s a freedom you just don’t find in the busy cities anymore.
Finding a piece of paper on the small desk, I scribble out a note, letting Kiara know that I haven’t just fucked her and ghosted. I spare one final longing glance toward my bed.
Shit. Why is leaving her suddenly the hardest thing I’ve ever done?
Taking the note, I place it on the bed, my gaze sailing over it one last time.
