Mr. President 2(216)

She presses her lips together and looks away. “I can’t explain it.”

Placing my palm on her cheek, I force her to look back at me. “Try.”

After a drawn out pause, she finally speaks. “It just hit me. I don’t even know you, but I was ready to drag you to the floor and let you do anything you wanted to me.”

My eyebrows shoot up. I didn’t expect her to be so straightforward with it. Her bold words take me by surprise, as well as send a bolt of lust straight to my cock. That’s exactly what I wanted too.

The train stops and people get on and off. When we begin moving again, I lean in close and ask, “Then why didn’t you?”

She shakes her head. “I had to go. I knew if I let it go any further then I’d do something stupid. Like move in with you.”

I laugh. “You realize that was exactly why you came over in the first place.”

She smiles. “Yeah. But meeting my train guy for a quickie is a far cry from living with him.”

“Your train guy?”

Adrienne’s face turns red, and I can’t help brushing my lips over hers. She’s too cute. Her breath hitches. Cute, and totally fucking sexy.

“Don’t you see how complicated it would be? Would we be roommates? Fuck buddies?” She shrugs. “Complicated.

I think I see what she’s getting at. “What if it’s something else entirely?”

She lifts confused eyes to mine. “What do you mean?”

I blow out a breath and go for it. “I mean, I think I might be crazy about you. I think I have been for months. How else can you explain that seeing you on the train is the best part of my day? Adrienne, I should have asked you out a long time ago, but it’s just something I don’t do. Now…”

I shake my head. “You’ve got me going crazy. I need more of this.” I gesture between us. “And this.”

I lower my mouth to hers in what I meant to be a soft kiss, but the minute our lips collide, something seems to snap in both of us.

Her arms come up around my neck, and I pull her tightly against me, needing more of her. We’re desperate, hungry, needy. I can’t get enough.

It’s all I can do not to ravish her right here in front of everyone. Public indecency be damned.

“Adrienne,” I growl, “come home with me.”

She nods, pulling my head back to hers.

The rest of the commute is pure torture, and by the time we resurface on the streets of New York, I feel like I’m going to go out of my mind if I don’t have her.

“Did you rent your apartment?” she asks as we cover the distance to my building.

“Fuck no.” I grin. “Why? You looking for a place?”

“Maybe,” she says, a teasing grin making me crazy. “The jury is still out.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “On what?”

“How well you convince me.”

We stop outside my building, and I smile, letting every dirty thought racing through my head show in my eyes.

Adrienne bites her lip, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You up for it?”

Fuck yeah.

“Always.”

I grab her hand and haul her inside.





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We barely make it onto the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut, Reese pushes me against the wall and threads his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back and crushing his mouth to mine.#p#分页标题#e#

I knew he was holding back on the train, and now I can’t wait to see what happens next. He kicks my feet apart, pulling my skirt up high so he can wedge himself between my legs. I rock against him, savoring the delicious pressure of being trapped against his hard body.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, pulling back for just a second to take me in. “Do you always wear stuff this sexy? I think you’re going to drive me insane knowing this is what’s under your clothes. If you move in, I may never let you leave the apartment.”

I laugh and pull his mouth back to mine. I can’t wait another second. Fumbling with his pants, I release the button and reach inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. God, it’s so big. My already soaked pussy gets even wetter. I want him inside of me now.

Reese grips my thighs and hoists me up against the elevator wall, and my legs close around his waist like a vise. I can feel the hard tip of his erection pressing against my panties.

The elevator finally reaches his floor and dings, the doors whooshing open, and Reese carries me just like that to his apartment, his mouth never breaking from mine as he finds his key and unlocks the door. He kicks it shut behind us and strides straight through the apartment to his bedroom.

Dropping me on his huge, plush bed, he grabs my shoes and tosses them aside, running his hands up my legs like he did that first day on the 6 Train. When his fingers are inches from my pussy, he pulls them away, leaving me whimpering and needy.