Page 5 of Ruthless In A Suit

Look at her there, the curve of her ass in that dress, the way it shows off her cleavage in that tantalizing way. Cadence has it all—innocent yet sexy, hesitant yet willing, cautious but intoxicatingly free.

I want her.

Right fucking now.

I get up from my seat, making an excuse as Julia follows me with her eyes, her brow wrinkled in confusion. I can see out of the corner of my vision that Julia is soon making conversation with another attendee.

I stride over to where Cadence is standing with her flute of champagne and I grab her free hand. “Come on,” I say, pulling her with me as I walk.

“Why? What’s going on?” she says, stumbling a little to keep up with me.

“No time to discuss.”

My dick is rock hard and I can’t stop thinking about her, the way her slick pussy felt earlier when I pushed my fingers inside that tight slit.

Cadence giggles as I push open a door to a single bathroom and drag her into it, shutting and locking the door behind us.

Her eyes are wide and she whispers. “We can’t go in here together, Levi.”

“Why the hell not.”

“Because,” she says her voice getting even quieter. “Everyone will know…”

“I don’t give a fuck what they think they know.”

“I do,” she says, but her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is shallow and rapid.

“I can’t stop thinking about how you taste,” I tell her, and then I grab her by the hips and drag her toward me.

The dress is so tight, it’s like a second skin.

I envelope her mouth in mine, tasting her, the tang of champagne, the sweetness of her lips and tongue.

I’m hard as a fucking rock now and I can’t stop what’s happening.

Cadence moans in her throat, as my one hand slides up from her hip and squeezes her breast. Her nipples are hard as nails already.

My other hand wraps around and grabs her buttocks, pulling her closer, my hard dick grinding into her as I kiss her passionately.

Fucking her is what I truly want to do right now, and if she were one of my normal conquests, that’s exactly what I’d be doing.

But Cadence isn’t just any girl, she’s not just some random hookup.

She’s a virgin and she won’t sleep with me until we’re married.

Still, there’s a lot we can do. Even now.

I spin her around, so she’s facing the mirror. We’re both facing the mirror.

Her mouth is an open “oh,” and she’s still holding her glass reflexively.

“Put the champagne down,” I tell her, my hips pressed into her buttocks as I grab her breasts with both hands and nibble on her earlobe.

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters, putting the glass down. Her hand shakes as she does so and some of it spills on the counter.

I pull her dress slowly up until her ass is fully revealed to me. She’s wearing a little thong, and I take it and slide it down her legs, revealing her fullness to me from behind.

“We can’t…”