Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“We can do whatever we want.” I hit the button, and the doors opened. “It’s my party, remember?” I tugged her inside the gilded, mirrored elevator, then used the key to hit the button for the penthouse. The doors slid shut, and I walked her into the side of the elevator, pushing my body against her soft curves as we started to rise. Her breath hitched. “Tell me something, love. Do the heroes in your books ever fuck the loves of their lives in the elevator?” I pushed the emergency stop button, and we halted between the first and second floor. There was no annoying buzzer, no blaring alarm, no flashing lights.
Turned out money bought privacy, too.
“Love of your life, huh?” Her eyes widened as I gripped both her wrists and pushed them above her head, pinning her in place.
“Answer the question.” I worked my way down her throat with my mouth. I wanted diamonds, emeralds, rubies—every precious stone around this neck, but she’d banned me from buying her expensive gifts.
“Elevators are a thing,” she gasped as my hand reached through the slit of her dress to cup the soft, bare skin of her ass. She was wearing a thong and no stockings. My lucky night. “They’re a big thing in books. Now you’d better get this thing restarted before someone notices and we get into trouble. I’m sure being caught making out with your girlfriend in the elevator isn’t good for your public relations.”
“You always say I need to be more spontaneous.” I dragged my fingers over her pussy.
She inhaled sharply.
“I’m being spontaneous.” I pressed my fingers into the lace, rubbing the material against her clit.
“I’m…just…worried for you.”
“I can’t wait to get you upstairs.” My voice lowered. Just because I was a scheduled, uptight, by-the-book guy didn’t mean I couldn’t tell the world to fuck the rules just for her.
“Then get me upstairs, Ash,” she whispered, lifting her knee through the slit of her dress and wrapping her ankle around my ass.
“That’s what I’m saying, love. I can’t wait.” I abandoned her wrists and leaned slightly to the right, reaching for the security camera and flicking the button to off.
Her jaw dropped. “Hotel security will freak out!”
I shook my head and cupped the back of her neck. “Not when you own the hotel, love.”
She gasped, and I took complete advantage, licking into her mouth and kissing her breathless. I poured everything I felt into that kiss, my love, my desire, my need, my hope.
Then I dropped to my knees in front of her and dragged her underwear down her legs, my eyes locked with hers the entire time so she could tell me no.
She didn't.
Her breasts rose and fell in time with her ragged breathing as she stepped out of the black satin scrap of fabric. I shoved it into my pocket then shifted the slit in her dress so I could taste her.
The first lick was better than all the champagne in the world.
“Such a fucking dream.” She was slick and so damned sweet. I worked the flat of my tongue against her clit, and her fingers dug into my hair as her hips rocked against my mouth.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips rolling as she chased her pleasure.
“You’re not going to come,” I told her, using her dress to pin her hips to the side of the elevator. “Not yet. Not until I’m inside you.” Then I proceeded to lick and nibble her right to the edge, drawing back every time her body tightened.
“Asher!”
“Everything about you drives me wild, Daisy. Your taste, your scent, your fucking heels strapped around your ankles.” I blew lightly on her clit.
“Stop torturing me and let me come.” She shivered.
“I can’t make it through a party without needing to fuck you. I can’t sit at my desk without imagining you on top of it. I can’t think straight unless I’ve heard from you.” I gave her a long, luscious lick. “You think this is torture? You consume every. Single. Thought.” I flicked her clit with every word.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Get up here and fuck me, Asher!” She grabbed the collar of my jacket and yanked.
I rose, my fingers sliding through her wet heat, teasing her clit to keep her riding that edge as I kissed her. Fucking my girlfriend in an elevator, with half the business community less than fifty feet away, was the most reckless thing I could possibly do. I should have been out there securing connections and discussing deals. But I just couldn’t bring myself to care.
Should have didn’t even begin to measure up against needed to.
Her fingers fumbled for my zipper and she got my pants undone, freeing my cock as she shoved my pants below my ass.
“Now,” she demanded, her legs trembling as I circled her clit with my fingers, giving her that light, steady pressure that kept her right on the edge of coming.