Page 8 of Secret Revenge

“I own the building.”

Travis kissed me again as soon as the elevator began moving, his hands drawing circles around my waist that sent heat pooling between my legs. He pressed against me, leaning closer, and I gasped when I felt his hardness against my thigh. It felt delicious.

When the elevator stopped at his floor, he wrapped his hand around mine and pulled me behind him. He opened the door and ushered me in, closing it behind him and resting against it as he slowly and seductively pulled me to him.

I found myself unable to resist.

I’m going to regret this tomorrow…but so will he.

I gave in readily. Returning the hungry kiss, I parted my lips and entwined my tongue with his. Heat arced through my body, shooting up my spine and effectively sapping the strength from my legs. He turned us over so that my back was against the wall, and clinging to him, I finally let my knees buckle.

“Travis,” I panted a moan breathlessly, gripping the fabric of his shirt over his muscular arms with trembling hands. In seconds, he had my panties down around my ankles and the red dress I wore riding high on my hips. His hands felt like heaven as they slid playfully up my thighs.

Electricity shot through me as his large hand cupped my wet center, and his fingers moved inside me. It was everything I’d dreamed of. His palm was positioned just right so that it rubbed against my sensitive nub every time his long fingers thrust into my swollen wetness. He kept me teetering on the brink of climax, sensations swelling and ebbing as he played me like an instrument.

This was wonderful. Somehow, the fact that I was supposed to hate him made it better.

“Please,” I pleaded, raising my green eyes to his piercing blue ones.

He rewarded me with a low chuckle that rumbled through both his chest and mine. “Say my name again,” he whispered, lowering his head to nibble at my ear and kiss my neck.

I was about to come undone. His fingers didn’t cease their ministrations between my thighs even as I soaked his hand with my juices, showing him I was ready for more.

I had never been more ready in my life. He was the billionaire I hated, but didn’t I deserve to indulge myself for once?

I could feel his hard length poking against my belly, and I imagined how good it would feel to be filled by him.

I licked my lips as he raised his head to look at me again, waiting. His gaze was unwavering, filled with the promise of all that he was going to do to me. This wasn’t what I came here to do, but I was in no position to listen to my rational mind. I wanted this man.

And I’d get his prints afterward. Right?

“Travis,” I breathed and watched the fire light in his eyes. Having the power to do that to him was its own kind of intoxication.

He picked me up the next second, palming my ass in his hands as he raised my legs around his waist. “Good girl,” he cooed.

The praise made me wetter. I kissed him fiercely, my arms around his shoulders as he walked me over to his bed.

Earlier that day, if anyone had told me I would be wrapped around Travis Ross, undoing his belt buckle, and palming his heavy shaft, I would have called them crazy. Yet there I was, straddling him on his bed and lowering myself onto his erection as he lay back, watching me,

Dizzying pleasure flowed through me as he slipped between my wet walls, causing me to cry out and fall forward. He wasonly halfway inside me. I needed to lower myself more, but my legs were trembling. I was right at the edge and any more movement would push me over.

Travis seemed to know that too. Without waiting for me to collect myself, he grabbed my hips and repositioned himself, thrusting into me in one smooth stroke and burying himself to the hilt.

Our flesh smacked together loudly as pleasure chased all sense away in a mind-shattering orgasm. In that moment, nothing mattered.

Not where I was, not how I would regret it later.

Certainly not my vendetta.

4

TRAVIS

The moans coming from Emily as I thrust into her make me harder. She just got more beautiful as she became more aroused, and I wanted her even more.

I pulsed as she lowered herself onto me, gritting my teeth to stop myself from thrusting up to close the distance between us. I wanted to savor this moment. The wetness from her core lubricated my length and filled me with even more pleasure and her walls wrapped tighter around me as she slid lower. I grabbed her when her legs trembled and teased her heat, moving in and out an inch before thrusting into her until I was buried deep within her.

I groaned, her walls tightening, pulsating around my length. Her hands wrapped around my neck, fingernails digging into my skin. Holding me close as I moved in and out of her, creating a tempo. Pleasure blinded me and I fought to stop myself from pounding her like I craved.