More, Please(15)

“I’ve had that taken care of. I have something I want to show you tomorrow.”

“About work?”

He sipped his scotch again, his eyes pointed out toward the business melee. “I plan to work from…home. Tomorrow.”

The hitch in his voice, and the strange uncertainty in his tone, had me looking at him more closely. A small crease had formed between his eyebrows, and I didn’t think it had anything to do with this meeting. Before I could ask, though, I felt his hand sliding up my thigh. The fabric of my skirt bunched at his wrist.

My legs spread of their own accord. I had no control over it. I also had no control over the moan that resulted from his fingers tracing down my panty-covered slit.

“People might see,” I whispered with my eyes closed, doing absolutely nothing to dissuade him in any way.

“I know.” The heat in his voice sent shivers down my spine.

I spread my legs wider, feeling reckless and aroused. His fingers dipped into my panties, rubbing along my wetness, before plunging into my body. I moaned again, leaning against the table as the strength went out of me.

“Sit on my lap,” Hunter said quietly, taking his hand away so he could undo the buttons on his pants.

Red-faced and on fire, I glanced out toward the public. “Hunter! Here?”

“Yes. I need you. Right now.” With a hand on my shoulder, he gently pushed me toward the wall, scooting with me. When we were in the most secluded place possible, the push turned into a pull, coaxing me onto his lap.

“Oh my God!” I said excitedly, glancing out toward the melee again.

The booth was large and the table was small, so there was plenty of room to maneuver, but still!

“I can’t do this…” I bit my lip. Desire lit me up, naughtiness made me squirm in expectation, but the fear of getting in trouble had me hesitating.

“Olivia, let me remind you that we are at a work function. As such, you are under a verbal contract to give yourself to me whenever I require.” His tone had dropped into that deep, commanding tone that vibrated through me. “I want to fuck you. Sit on my cock.”

I exhaled as my desire burned. “Holy heavens.”

Before I knew it, I was positioned over him, sitting in his lap with my skirt pulled up my back and my panties moved to the side. His hard, bare length rested between my wet, aching slit.

“That’s better.” His hands roamed up my chest and cupped my breasts. “Rise up.”

I did as instructed. I felt his tip run along my wetness before pausing at my opening.

“Sit,” he ordered.

I lowered my body back down slowly. His girth pushed past my lips and into my opening, filling me, chasing the breath from my lungs. My thighs hit his, lodging his manhood deeply within me.

“Now rock against me, Livy.” He put a hand between my thighs. His middle finger rubbed my clit as I rocked forward, feeling him slide deep within me.

Sweet sensations mingled with the thrill of doing this in public, heightening the pleasure. I tried to keep my eyes open, keeping lookout in case anyone should wander up, but it felt so good.

“Faster, Olivia,” Hunter breathed.

I sped up, stroking him with my body and exalting in the feelings. His hand on me kept pace. Heat curled within my core before unfurling.

“Yes,” I said urgently, focusing on his hand, on his deep slide, on the thrill of the moment. I leaned forward as instinct replaced logic. Fear of being discovered only heightening the pleasure. I lifted and came back down, hearing a smack as my thighs slapped against his.

“Hmm,” Hunter said, his movements on me turning coarse. Harder.

That pushed me higher.

Panting, I rocked my hips, occasionally rising up and slamming back down for the jolt in pleasure. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. My core tightened. My breath hitched. His fingers played over me expertly.

“I’m going to—” A climax stole my words. The breath rushed out of me as my body blasted apart.

Hunter shook in orgasm beneath me, leaning against my back as my movements slowed down. Taking deep breaths, I shuddered as shock waves vibrated through me.

He nuzzled into my neck as we came down, still holding me tight. “Even a moment after I’m with you, Livy, I want you again. It’s constant.”

I wanted to ask why he’d stayed away from me the week before, but I didn’t want to ruin it. Instead, I closed my eyes, soaking in his embrace.

He straightened up then, and moved me off him. “We’ll have one more drink and then get out of here.”





Chapter Six





The next morning I stepped out of the shower and into the kind of bathroom only the best hotels could boast. A fluffy white robe hung on a hook for me, which I took after I mostly dried off, and wrapped my hair up in a towel turban.