Page 105 of Manhattan State of Mind

I squirm against him as he hikes up the hem of my dress until it’s bunched around my waist and then his large hand slides into my panties.

Breathy moans escape me as he rubs circles around my wet slit. The sensation has me squirming like it’s the first time I’ve ever been touched.

Am I really doing this in a closet?

My hips buck, but he holds me tight, pressing my body taut against his.

He pulses his fingers against my clit, and I feel heat and chills simultaneously up and down my body.

Fuck, yeah. I don’t care where we are.

He pulls away from my breast and stands to his full height, gazing down at me fiercely. “I need to see your face when you come.”

Damn, I love this man’s dominance.

My head rocks back against the wall as pleasure ripples through my core, his fingers working some ridiculous magic down there.

I’m drenched, so wet it’s embarrassing.

“That’s my girl,” he husks in a low voice, his thumb delicately circling my clit and sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. “You’re so wet for me, Lucy. So ready. You need this more than you know.”

My breath quickens and my core feels like it’s on fire from the tingly sensations created. He holds my chin firmly in place, making sure our eyes stay locked as I start to lose control.

If it weren’t for his strong arms keeping me upright, my knees would have already buckled underneath me.

“Relax into me and let yourself go, baby.”

“Oh please, oh please, oh please,” I pant, as the waves hit. I fist his hair as my moans grow frantic. I need more. All of him.

“Eyes open,” he commands. His smirk dares me to defy him, but I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

My orgasm pounds through me, my entire body shaking wildly in pure ecstasy. “Oh God!” I gasp, coming down off my high.

“Uh,” I groan. I just let JP Wolfe, company owner, get me off.

He smirks, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, still dazed.

With surprising tenderness, he reaches down to straighten my dress. Then he lifts my hand, pressing a kiss into my palm, before guiding me out of the cloakroom.

As we make our grand exit, a few onlookers watch us with smirks plastered on their faces. I can almost hear their thoughts:Well, we all know what they were up to in there.

Feeling my cheeks burn, I quickly yank my hand from his grasp.

He blinks in surprise, the cool facade momentarily broken.

“Let’s get out of here.” A note of urgency creeps into his voice. “Let’s go home.”

Panic wars with desire. I need to regain logical decision-making before I do something I’ll regret. Or don’t regret nearly enough. This can’t end well.

His gaze burns into mine as he lifts my chin. “Listen, I understand the storm brewing inside that beautiful, complicated mind of yours. But there’s nothing for you to worry or feel guilt over, you understand?”

Then he looks down at me with those smoldering eyes of his, and suddenly nothing else matters.

TWENTY-EIGHT

JP