Anything He Wants by Sara Fawkes Page A

managed, my brain short circuiting.
    “Lucy,”
he repeated, and I drew in a shaky breath hearing my name said in that too-sexy
voice. “I need to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
    There
was no request for permission in his voice only an implacable demand, and I
rolled my head sideways to allow him access. His lips slid across the soft skin
behind my ear, tongue flicking out to touch me; his teeth nipped the lobe and I
moaned, pressing back against him. He rotated his hips and my breathing sped
up, needy pants a staccato in the silence.
    “God
you're so fucking hot.” His hand trailed down the side of my body, across my
hip and down my thigh until he found the hem of my skirt. His hand then
retraced its steps back up, skimming lightly across the smooth skin of my inner
thigh, pulling the material of my skirt up toward my hips. Unthinking, I spread
my legs to give him access and gasped loudly as fingers slid along the outside
of my soaked panties, pressing against my aching core.
    Was
this really happening? My body bucked, trapped between the metal doors and the hot
body behind me. It was like every fantasy I’d ever had was being played out in
person, and I was helpless to stop my conditioned response.
    His
fingers pulsed, sliding across my clit with increasing frequency, and my hips
moved of their own volition, craving more of his touch. I cried out when his
teeth sank into my shoulder, then his fingers slid beneath the thin cotton and
lace and stroked my wet skin, pulling at my tender opening in a way that had me
moaning loudly inside the elevator.
    “Come
for me,” he murmured in his low Vin Diesel voice, lips and teeth running along
the exposed line of my neck and shoulder. His fingers pushed deep inside, thumb
flicking my hard nub, and with a strangled cry I came hard. My forehead rested
against the hard steel of the door as I shuddered, suddenly boneless.
    Below
the numbered panel to my right, a telephone rang out.
    I
stiffened in shock, the blaring tones cutting through the murky haze. Lust
slowly gave way to mortification and I pushed against the door to free myself.
The dark stranger stepped back, allowing me space, and pressed the red button
again. I hastily rearranged my clothing as the elevator chugged back up the
shaft; a few seconds later the telephone stopped ringing.
    “You
taste even better than I imagined.”
    I
turned, helpless against that voice, to see him licking his fingers. The look
he gave me made my knees week but the ringing phone had woken me up and I
fumbled blindly for the floor buttons, pressing every button within my reach.
This seemed to only amuse him but when the doors opened onto an empty hallway
two floors below mine I stumbled out. No people were in sight on this floor, to
my relief – I wasn’t sure I could take more attention right then.
    A
quick whistle behind me drew my attention and I turned to see the stranger pick
up my satchel and hold it out to me. It had slid out of my arms, forgotten, to
the floor while we were... I cleared my throat and took it with as much dignity
as I could muster.
    He
smiled, the simple expression changing his entire countenance. I stared, dumbstruck
at his utter gorgeousness, as he winked at me. “I'll see you again,” he said as
the elevator doors shut, stranding me temporarily stranded on the lower floor.
    I
took a deep breath and fumbled with my clothing, tucking my blouse into my
waistband with shaky fingers. My panties were a lost cause - I'd have a wet
spot on my dress all day if I continued to wear them. Focusing on that and not the
growing embarrassment at my actions, I searched and found a bathroom next to
the elevator to clean myself up.
    A
few minutes later, clean but vulnerable without any underwear, I took the
stairs up two flights to my floor. The halls to my area were packed with last
minute arrivals and I made it to my office without any problems. I was a minute
late clocking in on the computer but nobody seemed to care