doors closed, Krissy was in front of me, her hands on my chest, pushing me back against the wall. Her eyes locked with mine and she dropped her hand, cupping me through my pants.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t interested,” she said, giving me a light squeeze.
I grabbed her wrist and turned us so that she was the one against the wall. I put her arm above her head and pushed aside her dress to get my hand between her legs. Fuck, she was wet. She moaned as my fingers rubbed over her clit.
“Did I say you could touch me?” My face was less than an inch from hers and I wanted to close that gap and kiss her, but I restrained myself.
“I figured if mine was yours, yours must be mine.” The words were punctuated with little gasps of pleasure.
The elevator dinged and I knew it was too soon for my penthouse. I didn’t move, but I saw Krissy’s eyes dart over my shoulder, then widen. She struggled against me and I knew someone was standing there.
“Take the next one,” I barked, releasing Krissy’s wrist long enough to reach behind me and hit the close doors button. I didn’t wait for them to finish closing before I began to rub her clit again. “Come for me.”
She shook her head, her face flushing. “Not here.”
“Yes, here,” I insisted. “You started this. You wanted to get me worked up in the elevator. Now the tables are turned.” I pinched her nipple through the soft fabric of her dress. “Come for me, or we’ll ride this elevator until you do. And next time, I won’t tell anyone to wait for another one.”
A shiver went through her and I knew she was close.
“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Do you want to climax in front of people?” I put my mouth against her ear. “Come for me, Krissy, or you’re going to find out.”
A soft exhalation escaped her lips and I felt her body tense. I removed my hand from between her legs and held her fingers to her lips. Her eyes flashed and, for a moment, I thought she’d argue, but instead, she opened her mouth and licked my fingers clean.
I was hard by the time we reached my floor.
“I have to ask.” Krissy broke the silence as I unlocked the door. “What’s with the apartment? Don’t you have a fabulous house? Or is this just the place you bring women to fuck?”
“I don’t always feel like driving back to my house if I’ve been working late,” I explained. “Or if I’ve been at a premiere or party or something like that.” I gave her a heated look before stepping inside. “Or if I don’t want to wait any extra time when I’m with a beautiful woman.”
I took off my shoes, jacket and tie, tossing the last two onto my expensive antique dining room table. If we’d been dating for real, I might’ve felt compelled to show her around the place, let her see the excellent job Donna, my interior designer, had done, but we weren’t a couple, even if we had just gone to dinner.
I turned around and found that she’d taken off her shoes. I’d forgotten that she was actually just a bit above average height without her heels. I looked down at her and began to slowly unbutton my shirt. When I was halfway down, I turned around and started towards the bedroom.
I didn’t even glance back to see if she was following. I knew she was. Like at my house, I had two bedrooms here for two different purposes. I had the one where I slept and the one where I fucked, some because I didn’t always feel like changing the sheets in the middle of the night and some because I didn’t do the whole afterwards cuddle thing.
The bedroom was tastefully done, but catered to my sexual preferences. The bed was large and had both a headboard and posts at the base that were used for bondage. I had a dresser with a few toys and a flogger. My collection here was nowhere near what I had at my house, but it was enough for what I wanted to do most of the time.
As my shirt fell to the
“I was beginning to think you weren’t interested,” she said, giving me a light squeeze.
I grabbed her wrist and turned us so that she was the one against the wall. I put her arm above her head and pushed aside her dress to get my hand between her legs. Fuck, she was wet. She moaned as my fingers rubbed over her clit.
“Did I say you could touch me?” My face was less than an inch from hers and I wanted to close that gap and kiss her, but I restrained myself.
“I figured if mine was yours, yours must be mine.” The words were punctuated with little gasps of pleasure.
The elevator dinged and I knew it was too soon for my penthouse. I didn’t move, but I saw Krissy’s eyes dart over my shoulder, then widen. She struggled against me and I knew someone was standing there.
“Take the next one,” I barked, releasing Krissy’s wrist long enough to reach behind me and hit the close doors button. I didn’t wait for them to finish closing before I began to rub her clit again. “Come for me.”
She shook her head, her face flushing. “Not here.”
“Yes, here,” I insisted. “You started this. You wanted to get me worked up in the elevator. Now the tables are turned.” I pinched her nipple through the soft fabric of her dress. “Come for me, or we’ll ride this elevator until you do. And next time, I won’t tell anyone to wait for another one.”
A shiver went through her and I knew she was close.
“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Do you want to climax in front of people?” I put my mouth against her ear. “Come for me, Krissy, or you’re going to find out.”
A soft exhalation escaped her lips and I felt her body tense. I removed my hand from between her legs and held her fingers to her lips. Her eyes flashed and, for a moment, I thought she’d argue, but instead, she opened her mouth and licked my fingers clean.
I was hard by the time we reached my floor.
“I have to ask.” Krissy broke the silence as I unlocked the door. “What’s with the apartment? Don’t you have a fabulous house? Or is this just the place you bring women to fuck?”
“I don’t always feel like driving back to my house if I’ve been working late,” I explained. “Or if I’ve been at a premiere or party or something like that.” I gave her a heated look before stepping inside. “Or if I don’t want to wait any extra time when I’m with a beautiful woman.”
I took off my shoes, jacket and tie, tossing the last two onto my expensive antique dining room table. If we’d been dating for real, I might’ve felt compelled to show her around the place, let her see the excellent job Donna, my interior designer, had done, but we weren’t a couple, even if we had just gone to dinner.
I turned around and found that she’d taken off her shoes. I’d forgotten that she was actually just a bit above average height without her heels. I looked down at her and began to slowly unbutton my shirt. When I was halfway down, I turned around and started towards the bedroom.
I didn’t even glance back to see if she was following. I knew she was. Like at my house, I had two bedrooms here for two different purposes. I had the one where I slept and the one where I fucked, some because I didn’t always feel like changing the sheets in the middle of the night and some because I didn’t do the whole afterwards cuddle thing.
The bedroom was tastefully done, but catered to my sexual preferences. The bed was large and had both a headboard and posts at the base that were used for bondage. I had a dresser with a few toys and a flogger. My collection here was nowhere near what I had at my house, but it was enough for what I wanted to do most of the time.
As my shirt fell to the
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