Page 26 of Bargain With The Boss (Crescent Cove: The Moguls #2)
“Duchess,” I said quietly.
“For me?”
I groaned and pulled her tighter to me, hiding her hand. “Always.”
She nipped my chin when the song changed from the acoustic burn to the bolder, sensual Hozier.
I lowered my mouth to hers and the kiss was slow and drugging. Her flavor went right to my head as we twined around one another. Her arms lifting so she could cup the back of my head, her nails lightly scraping the nape of my neck until I groaned into her mouth.
“Come to my room.”
“Yes.”
She lowered her arms and took my hand, leading me through the dwindling crowd. She waved at a few people I didn’t know and pulled me through a side door. The hallway was dimly lit with an elevator at the end.
I trapped her against the wall, punching the up button as I kissed her with a heat that never seemed to abate. Her fingers dug into my back and I swallowed a groan, delving deeper into her giving mouth.
The doors to the elevator opened and the car was empty.
I gathered her close, hustling her inside.
The doors shut and she was on me again, this time she pushed me into the wall. She looked around at the mirrors on every side, then sunk down onto her knees.
“Fuck, Duchess. You?—”
Her fingers were quick on my zipper and belt then her hot mouth took me in. My head thunked against the glass and everywhere I looked there was another angle of her mouth on me.
Her slim fingers palmed my length as her tongue raced along the underside of my cock to end in a swirl at my head. Then she took me deep and I hissed out a breath.
“Duchess, wait. Sydney.” A string of prayers and oaths followed as she sucked me with an abandon I’d never guessed was inside of her. Then those huge golden eyes zeroed in on me and I couldn’t look away.
She took me until the head of my dick touched the back of her throat. Her eyes burned but she never broke away. Just gulped hard and hummed around me until the prayers were just her name.
Again and again.
Jesus, we didn’t even hit the button on our way in.
She rocked back on her heels then stood, her hand still on me, using the wetness of her mouth to stroke up and down my length. “I’ve never fucked in an elevator.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
The corner of her mouth ticked up as she backed up and punched the button for the third floor. Then she turned around and put her hands on the doors.
I didn't need to be told twice.
I rushed forward, flipping up the layers of light blue material. There was no finesse when I dragged her thong away, but then I was inside of her. She went on her toes and my name echoed in the elevator. It was fast and ruthless as I drove her onto her toes again and again.
She took each thrust then spread her fingers on the shiny door. I laced my fingers through hers as we raced to her floor.
“So good, so tight for me. Fucking wet.”
She reached back with her other hand, gripping my shoulder as I pounded into her. The elevator dinged and I pulled out.
Voices in the hall broke through the roaring in my head. Her moan slipped into a gasp as I tugged down her skirts and stuffed my rock hard dick into my pants. We stumbled off the elevator and the older couple with shocked faces made us both laugh.
I scooped her up in my arms. “Sorry!” I yelled over my shoulder.
“Other way,” she whispered in my ear.
I turned around to go down the other end of the hall from the elevator.
We were laughing as we got to her room. “Is Claire going to come in?”
She laughed, dragging at my belt once more. “No. She was in with the bridal party. I got my own room.”
“Thank fuck.” I hissed as she got her fingers around me, dragging me into the room to push me on the bed.
I lifted my hips to get my pants off and nearly swallowed my tongue when she flipped the straps off each shoulder and the whole damn dress shimmied down her hips.
Just an icy blue lace thong under her dress.
“You were like that all night?”
She grinned. “I was.”
“Dancing with all those people?”
She knelt on the bed between my legs. “Uh-huh.”
I gripped her ass and seated her on my lap. “Did you dance with other men?”
“I did.”
Her head tipped back as I dragged my shadowed chin across her nipple. “Did anyone touch you?”
She brushed a hand over her hip. “Just here.”
I lowered my mouth to where her hand was and sucked the skin there at her hip. Then raced up to the cluster of freckles I knew so well and nipped there to make one of my own.
She gasped, her fingers threading through my hair. “Why did you do that?”
“I want you wearing my marks instead.”
“Ted didn’t mark me.”
“Ted.” I practically spat out the name.
“He was very nice.”
I swung her around onto her back and all that red hair flowed around her on the snow white duvet. “I’m not nice.”
She lifted a hand to my face. “You’re very nice.”
“I don’t feel very nice right now.” I lowered to her breast, sucking the tip—hard. She bowed up off the bed, her fingers back in my hair.
I’d never been proprietary before.
No one had ever mattered enough to draw vengeance out of me.
But here and now all I could think about was wiping any other hands from her memory.
Stamping myself on her in every way. I raced over her body, not letting her catch her breath or her balance.
She writhed under my plundering mouth as I tasted her slick pussy and pushed her further.
Demanding all.
I didn’t stop until my name was the only thing on her lips.
Then I drove into her making sure the rest of her knew who she belonged to.
Until I bottomed out inside of her clasping body.
When her long legs came up to drag me closer, I finally lowered my mouth to hers, tasting her screams as I pushed her over the edge before following her into the chasm of release.