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My throat trembles as I whisper hoarsely, “You. Please.”
Just when I think he’s going to make me suffer, he releases my hands.
Before I can stop myself, I reach for his length, feeling the thickness of it through his pants.
A satisfied moan passes my lips when I feel his hardness fully in my grasp.
“Oh God,” I stammer. He’s all man. He’s thick and hard and throbbing with need for me.
Holy.
Fucking.
Hell.
Is it possible to die from overdosing on arousal? My tombstone will read: “departed this world due to a fatal case of sexual tension,” and I’ll go out with my face stuck in a moan.
His hands come back up to brace the wall on either side of me and every muscle in his body tightens in response to my touch. His legs part further, an invitation to keep exploring. Delicious shivers dance down my spine as my hand clamps possessively over his cock. It’s mine.
His breath is hot on my forehead. “Don’t fight it,” he rasps. “It feels right, baby.”
Oh God. It does. So fucking right.
Every inch of me is screaming for more. My breaths are erratic, my face is flushed, and my core throbs with desire. I’ve never needed anything so much in my life.
“It’s been too damn long,” he growls in my ear.
Wait-since he had sex? His words bring me out of my stupor long enough for my hand to drop from his erection.
With a swift move, his hands loosen the straps of my dress and it falls to my stomach, exposing my breasts to him.
His mouth comes down like a predator swooping in on its prey, and then latches onto my nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through me.
My hands come up to fist his hair as his tongue swirls over my sensitive nipple.
God, that feels so good.
My pussy clenches with need.
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.
JP
The drive back to the Bear Mountain villa feels like one of the longest trips of my life. Lucy and I attempt a light conversation with the driver in an effort to ignore the massive bulge in my tux pants.
I reach out and take her hand, coaxing it from its protective position in front of her chest, and place it onto my thigh. She doesn’t pull away, but the rigidity in her fingers speaks volumes.
I didn’t mean to savage her in that cloakroom like some horny teenager, but goddammit, something in me unhinges when she’s nearby. I’m playing a dirty game because I know she wants me sexually.
I was drowning in my own sweat when that schmuck Derek swaggered over and began jabbing at me, sure that he was going to spill all the fucking beans. The last thing I need is Lucy hearing about my sordid exploits from that halfwit. It’s got to come from me, and it’s going to, sooner rather than later.
Upon reaching the villa, the distant chatter and laughter drifts from the garden-sounds like my liquor cabinet has been ransacked.
“Lucy,” I start as she edges toward the door, looking ready to bolt, “are we good?”
She gives a nod, eyes fixated anywhere but on me.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” I ask. “Just sleep, if you don’t want anything else. I want you close, that’s all.”
“I can’t,” she stammers, striding into the villa. “I should… I need to crash early. Matty and I, we have… work to do.”
She backs away as she speaks, putting more distance between us with every word until she has literally left the kitchen. She’s as freaked out as the first time we fell for each other.
I suppress the instinct to chase after her, knowing it’ll only spook her more. Instead, I treat myself to a shot of scotch, letting it burn its way down. One step forward, two steps back. I’m an idiot. A lovesick, foolish idiot.
I take the bottle of scotch to bed.