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Her mouth curves, but she doesn’t pull her hand away. I run my thumb once over the inside of her wrist. Her pulse jumps beneath my fingers, and the shift between us is immediate. The conversation doesn’t disappear, but something more physical settles beneath it.

Blaire looks at my hand, then back at me.

“You’ve been very well behaved today.”

“So have you.”

“Not entirely.”

“I noticed.”

She holds my gaze, and I can feel the tension gathering between us now, familiar but sharper because we’ve spent the entire day keeping our distance.

I lean slightly closer across the table.

“Finish your drink.”

Blaire lifts one eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I’m taking you upstairs.”

Her lips curve slowly as she lifts the martini to her mouth. This time, she smiles without looking away.

After the bill is paid, we get up from our booth and make our way to lobby elevators. Once the doors close, I don't wait. I back her against the mirrored wall, the cool glass at odds with the heat radiating off both of us after an entire dinner spent pretending we weren't counting the minutes until we could leave. I lift her leg, hooking it over my hip, my hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress and finding her center through the lace.

She's soaked already, and the feel of it against my fingers has my own arousal spiking harder, faster than I expect. I press my palm firmer against her, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric, and her hips rock forward on instinct, chasing the pressure. I pull her panties to the side as my finger rubs her pussy juice all over her center. She moans at the insertion of my fingers. I lower my mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down the column of her throat, over her collarbone, while I grind my cock against her hip, letting her feel exactly how hard she's already made me.

Her hands dive into my hair, gripping tight as I kiss her again, deeper this time, aggressive, matching the urgency building between us. Neither of us cares that the elevator has glass walls — the risk only sharpens everything, makes her fingers pull harder, makes my hips press closer.

The elevator doors open, and I force myself to step back, straightening her dress as we step out into the corridor, both of us walking faster than necessary toward her suite. She's fumbling for the key card by the time we reach her door, her fingers unsteady, and I press myself against her from behind, my hard length settling against the curve of her ass as I wait, my mouth finding the shell of her ear.

The door finally opens, and she turns to face me as I back her into the room, kicking the door shut behind us. I shrug my jacket off, letting it fall somewhere near the entry, and we stand there a moment just looking at each other — two people who have spent the entire evening circling exactly this, finally alone with nothing left to keep us apart. She sets her purse down on the credenza without breaking eye contact, and something feral passes between us, the kind of look that doesn't need words.

I cross the room slowly, deliberately, and pull her into me, kissing her as I start working the zipper of her dress down her spine. It's intimate at first, unhurried, my hands mapping the newly bared skin of her back, but it doesn't stay that way for long. The dress falls, and I devour her, my mouth crashing against hers, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as the last of my restraint gives way entirely.

She breaks the kiss first, and I feel the shift in her immediately — something bolder, more exploratory.

She pushes me back toward the center of the room and I let her, curious as to what she intends to do next. She stops and then sinks to her knees in front of me. She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t hesitate. Her hands move to my waistband, and I step closer between her thighs, giving her full access.

I watch her as she works my belt open with a confidence that tells me exactly how much she's been thinking about this too. She drags my briefs down as my cock springs free—hard, thick, the head swollen and already glistening. She lets out a breath that sounds like a curse, then she leans forward. Her mouth parts slowly, tongue darting to taste the pre-cum at the tip—delicate, intentional.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my hand curling into her hair as her lips wrap around the head of my cock.

She starts slow. Her tongue swirls as she sinks her mouth over me, inch by inch, her lips stretching around the thickness of my length. Her eyes lift to meet mine, wide and dark as sin.

I groan low in my chest. I grab the back of her head—gentle, then rougher—as she begins to bob up and down on my cock, cheeks hollowing, spit dripping from the corners of her mouth. My cock disappears between her lips again and again, and the heat pooling in my spine surges hot and fast.

“You like my cock down your throat?” I grit out.

She moans—still full—and the vibration of it makes my hips jerk. I tighten my grip in her hair as I fuck her mouth deeper. I give her a second to breathe—but then I drive forward again, harder this time. Her throat contracts as she gags, her eyes watering as she takes it.

Her mouth works faster, deeper, her hands joining the rhythm, stroking the base as she sucks the head, licking the underside with slow, expert laps.

I feel my control slipping fast, my hips rocking forward to meet her. She moans around me, sending vibrations straight through me, and I lose the fight completely. I grunt deep and feral and release inside of her mouth, my cum spurting in loads to the back of her throat and onto her tongue in long pulses. My hand remains fisted in her hair as she works me through every wave.

She looks at me through her long lashes and swallows as she rises, and I realize the second I see her expression that she isn't finished being bold tonight — she's watching me with a look that's equal parts satisfaction and challenge, like she's testing exactly how far she can push before I take over completely.

Then, I grab her face and kiss her, deep and raw, tasting myself on her tongue. She whimpers into my mouth. I reach behind her, unhook her bra, and toss it aside. Then I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed and push her down onto the mattress.