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She pushed the button with the down symbol for the elevator and turned to him. “And what is that?”
“That I want to fuck you,” he answered bluntly, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back.
Her breath hitched as the elevator bell rang, the doors swooshing open in front of them. Would she ever get used to Simon’s blunt remarks? Her cheeks flushed and her body was way too warm. Hot, actually. Extremely hot. “Simon!”
He shrugged as he entered the elevator behind her. “It’s true.”
“You’re terrible,” she admonished him in her best teacher-like voice.
“Oh, I can be bad. Very, very bad,” he told her in a seductive, low whisper, his hands trapping her against the elevator wall, one on each side of her head. “Kiss me and I might behave. For now.”
Kara looked up into his glowing eyes that presently resembled hot melted chocolate. Oh hell, she loved chocolate, so she did what any self-respecting chocolate lover would do.
She kissed him just as the elevator doors closed, locking them briefly in a silent little world all their own.
Kara released a startled squeak as Simon’s hand reached out and slapped the stop button on the elevator. She’d been lost in his kiss, oblivious of the motion of the elevator as he kissed her into a coma. But the loud, smacking noise of his palm hitting the button and the lurch of the moving elevator car coming to an abrupt halt yanked her out of her alternate reality. Damn it.
“What in the hell are you wearing underneath this dress?” Simon growled against her lips as his wandering fingers stroked lightly over her ass.
“Stockings, panties.” She nipped at his bottom lip as she answered.
His hand reached for the hem of the short dress, lifting it and spinning her around. Momentarily confused, she let him.
“Christ. Those aren’t underwear. Your ass is showing.” His tone was low and husky, his hands exploring the supple cheeks of her exposed backside.
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered pulling on the tiny black thong and matching bra. The wardrobe that Simon’s assistant had purchased for her contained mostly racy lingerie. “You bought it. Matching sets. All very similar to this one.”
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it,” he answered in a slow, sexy utterance as his fingers slid underneath the tiny back strap.
“I thought you said you were going to behave,” she answered breathlessly, her conscious mind slipping away as his fingers slid lower and lower.
“I lied. That was before I felt these panties and had to see them. Now I want to see the matched set.”
Oh, God. She groaned as he turned her to face him, his fingers nimbly unbuttoning her coat and dropping it on the plush carpet in the elevator.
“Simon, we’re in the elevator. We can’t do this here,” she replied with a combination of mortification and desire.
The zipper of her dress gave way under his searching hands and she could feel the light brush of his fingers down her spine as he pulled it down in one smooth jerk.
“Private elevator for the penthouse. It’s not like someone is waiting to use it.” His breath hitched as he exposed her upper body, letting the dress catch at her waist. “You’re so beautiful.”
She sucked in a trembling breath as he trailed a finger from her cheek, down her neck, and along the exposed swell of her breasts over the top of the lacy bra. Heat pooled between her legs, soaking the tiny scrap of material between her thighs. His thumbs rubbed lightly over her thinly covered nipples as his mouth lowered to trail over the hot flesh above them. His whiskers abraded her seductively as he licked, nipped, and suckled, driving her half mad to have him inside her.
“I can smell your need and it’s making my mouth water for a taste of you.” He lifted his head, his dark eyes appearing almost black with hunger.
His hand trailed down her quaking belly and underneath the dress pooled at her hips. She hissed as his blunt fingertips slipped beneath the saturated silk of her panties. Suddenly, she didn’t care if she was half naked in an elevator. All she wanted was Simon.
Knees weak, she steadied herself by putting her hands on his shoulders and took whatever he was offering. As he pulled his midnight gaze from hers and kissed his way down her taut stomach, she knew that what he was offering was pure bliss, and she wasn’t about to fight it.
He ripped the delicate material of her panties, pulling the garment forcefully from her body. Her naked pussy tingled as it was exposed to the ambient air. She gripped Simon’s shoulders tightly as he dropped to his knees in front of her, the sight of his dark head dipping under the hem of her dress making her legs unsteady and her whole body shiver with hot need.
Scorching hands ran from her knees to the tops of her thighs, gliding smoothly over her thin stockings. She held her breath as his hot tongue explored the sensitive flesh of her thighs at the top of the lace before finally parting the folds of her pussy slowly, exploring the flesh of the protective lips.
“Oh, God. Simon.” She moaned as her head fell back and her eyes closed, wanting to watch him devour her, but unable to tolerate the intensity of her desire.
Heat snaked through her belly, slithering over every inch of her skin as he pushed his tongue deeper. And deeper. She wanted to grasp his head, pull his mouth harder against her needy flesh, but she didn’t. It was one small step at a time with Simon. She didn’t want to push any buttons that might cause him to stop. Curling her nails into the heavy sweater on his shoulders, she clutched the fabric like it was a lifeline, her body whirling as Simon’s sizzling tongue found her clit, flicking over it with bold, fast strokes.
Whimpering, she thrust her hips forward, silently begging for more. And he gave it to her. His big hands cupped her ass, bringing her forward, jerking her tightly against his plundering mouth, the sound of him lapping at her plentiful juices erotic and hot.