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“Are you placing an order?”
“I’m considering possibilities.” I pickedone foot up and placed it on the edge of the seat, spreading myselfeven wider. “Will you choke me with your cock if I’m a very goodgirl?”
“Princess…” he groaned. “I might have topull over and spank you right here if you don’t stop distractingme.”
“I’m sorry, my dragon,” I mewled coyly.
But if I was going to have a sexuallyfrustrating ride to his place, so was he.
* * * *
An hour and thirty minutes.
I had been edging for an hour and thirtyminutes by the time we arrived at Matt’s building. Thirty-sevendenied orgasms.
By the time he pulled the car into hisparking space, I was promising every filthy thing in the book.
“Let me come and you can fuck me in the assover the hood of the car,” I whined, as if that was some kind oftrade-off and I didn’t want him to do it, anyway. In fact, justthinking about it, the chance of being caught on camera or byanother building resident with a cock up my ass, coming andscreaming and thrashing in public for anyone to see made me jerk myhand away from my swollen, achy clit before I could accidentallyreach my orgasm.
“Tempting offer, but no, I’m not changing myplans,” he said, pressing the button to turn off the car. “Besides,I could do that to you, anyway. Any time I wanted.”
He got out and opened the door for me,taking my hand as I stood, knees wobbling. Bringing my fingers tohis lips, he inhaled deeply before licking the digits clean.
“Wait, wait!” I jerked my hand back, ballingit into a fist that I pressed against the front of my thighs.
It had almost happened again. That’s howclose I was, how close I’d stayed for the entire car ride.
And he had the gall to be totally amused bymy predicament.
“Walking may be problematic,” he mused as Iwaited for my arousal to dim enough to take a single damn step. “Besure to stop when you need to.”
I needed to already. “What about thebags?”
“I’ll come back for them.” He offered me hisarm. “One step at a time, princess. I know you can be a good girlfor me.”
I took deep breaths, gritted my teeth, andmanaged to make it into the elevator without coming. The doorsclosed on us, and I noted the floor number he selected.One-hundred-thirteen.
It was a bad time to tell him I was afraidof heights.
He backed me against the wall and loweredhis mouth to my shoulder, biting the curve of my neck. I shudderedand held onto him, writhing my hips shamelessly against histhigh.
“Be a good girl,” he breathed beside my ear.“You don’t have to wait much longer.”
He wasn’t kidding; the elevator shot us upso fast, my ears popped. I didn’t pay much attention to mysurroundings as we moved into the foyer, but when we entered theapartment, it distracted me from my near-painful levels ofarousal.
“Apartment” was an understatement. High-risemansion was more like it. I gazed up through at least three openstories. A suspended staircase with glass railings wound up andaround in loops like a board game path. The walls were towers ofglass, revealing Manhattan on three panoramic sides. The settingsun gilded the city and provided a spectacular, ifvertigo-inducing, view that locked my knees in place.
“I’m…” I began shakily.
He paled. “Afraid of heights?”
I nodded frantically.
“Well, we’ll have to get your mind off it,then. Until you get used to the scenery.” He looped an arm aroundmy waist. While I appreciated the support, it still took all of mycourage to walk further into the sprawling space.
“Are the windows like this in your room?” Iasked, my voice trembling slightly.
Unfortunately, his answer was a cheerful,“Yes.” Then he added, “But you’re going to be coming so hard youreyes roll back in your head, so you’ll never see.”