Page 81 of Skins Game

In case Kingston came back.

He all but attacked her, his body shoving hers against the hot copy machine, and she yanked at his suit belt until it was undone. He flipped her skirt over his hand and grabbed that luscious, teardrop ass of hers.

His palm filled with rough lace and tender flesh.

The need to see those panties—white? Her skin tone?—was a dart in his mind, but his body’s roar to take her swamped his thoughts.

He moved his hand around her thigh and slipped past the leg band, slipping his thumb into her slippery folds and rubbing through the sexy parts of her until she was hanging on his shoulder and gasping.

Then he shoved her panties to the floor, and she shook them off her pretty ballerina shoes.

Kingston was standing back, giving her room while she fumbled with his belt until it jangled loose under his suit coat, and he took his hand off of her sweet little bottom to jerk his shirttails out of the way and undo his pants’ hook and fly. “You’re sure?”

“God, yes,”she groaned, bracing her elbows on the copy machine.

He hooked his hands under her armpits and lifted her right off the floor.

“Oh!”

Carrying her lightness over to the wall was easy, and she wrapped her legs around his waist when she got the idea.

He wrapped his hand around the back of her skull and slammed her against the sheetrock. His little engineer’s brainy brain had to be protected, but the rest of her was his for the ravaging.

Her body sank over his, taking him in with a slick press upward, and he ground into her and crushed her between his oversized body and the wall, surging into her in time with the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of the copy machine.

She was tightening inside, holding onto his neck and keening near his ear, her breath higher with each whimper.

His own release was impending, his body on fire from her touch, her softness magnetic.

Nicole seized in his arms, her body rigid as he ground into her, and he was experienced enough to know to keep doing exactlythat.

Her breath was caught in her throat, not breathing, and then she gasped and clutched his neck, her body throbbing inside.

The mind-consuming urgencyto have hergrabbed him, and Kingston thrust up into her as his soul expanded into the bliss and nothingness, and then his balls pumped into her with each throb of relief.

Dear God, he hoped she really was on the Pill, but he couldn’t have stopped unless she’d told him to.

After he’d held her, told her what a good girl she was, with soft skin and a pretty ass he liked to squeeze, she got worried about how long they’d been in the copy room and bent to retrieve her pink lace panties from the floor.

Pink.

“Leave them,” he told her.

“What?”

He kept his voice low. “Leave them there.”

“But I have to?—”

“You should leave the copy room first so people won’t see us coming out together. Go.”

Nicole peeked out of the cracked-open door. “Okay. The coast is clear. Give me five minutes.”

She swished out the door, her fluttery white skirt escaping as the door closed.

Kingston picked up her panties, such a delicate scrap of pink lace, and folded them precisely before stuffing them into the breast pocket of his suit as a pocket square.

The Javits Center meeting would start in just a few minutes.