knees apart.
“Piers—Piers, what are you—”
“Can’t stop now.”
“They’re almost here!”
“Exactly! We’re wasting precious moments!”
Then his mouth was sealed over my clit, sucking hard. This time, the orgasm was nearly instant. His fingers were thrust into me up to the knuckle as he sucked, his tongue flicking my aching clit past what it could bear. A burst of new ecstasy tore me apart, and I writhed on the floor.
“Ohhhh!” I screamed, then clapped my hand over my mouth. I bit down on my palm, trying to stifle the moan that ripped from my lungs. This wasn’t a normal orgasm. It went on and on, the seconds spinning around dizzily. I arched against the floor of the elevator, and in the mirrored ceiling I could see my legs wrapped around Piers’ neck as he sucked, sucked and licked, one hand gripping my ass as the other thrust into my clenching body.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
My fingers scrabbled at the floor, grabbing only a handful of pink rose petals. There was nothing human left in me, only animal urges that made me thrash around as wave after wave hit me, threw me into a frenzy of pleasure. And still his mouth was sealed over me, his tongue working my clit to the last moment.
“ Mmmmmmm! ” I closed my eyes, twisting as the last burst of electric ecstasy arced through my body. My hips spasmed wildly against his mouth, against his hot, hot tongue.
Then it was over, and all that was left was a dark warm feeling in my core and small shallow breaths shivering my body.
I wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep for an hour. I wanted to lay there, in the middle of the rose petals, and let my nerves thread themselves back together after having been ripped apart. I needed to rest.
“Come on,” Piers said. “Time to get up.”
“Mmmm?”
I opened one eye. He bent down and picked me up, setting me on my feet. I slumped against the side of the elevator. I couldn’t stand in heels. Not now.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Oh, shit. I opened both eyes. I was topless. I couldn’t be topless when the security guy came in.
“Here, take this,” Piers said, fumbling with my blouse. “Quick, put it on!”
“It’s inside out,” I said, moving as though in slow motion. “Why did you put it inside out?”
“It’s confusing, okay!”
“I was under the impression you were an intelligent man,” I mumbled, taking the blouse.
“Just put it on,” he said. I blinked and stared into my reflection in the back wall. Dang, that was the wrong button. I started to unbutton the blouse again.
“What are you—just wear this!” Piers threw his jacket on over me and tugged the front shut. He picked up the now-mangled bouquet of roses and thrust them into my hands. I was still dizzy, catching my breath.
“How do I look—oh, God.” I had caught sight of my face in the mirror. My hair was a rumpled mess, my cheeks were flushed red, and my lipstick was smeared terribly. “Oh, God. Oh, God .”
“Come here.” Piers spun me around to face him. His eyes were sparkling, and he looked classy as ever, his lips a bit pinker than before, his hair a bit darker at the roots. He smoothed my hair down quickly with his hands. Then he cupped my chin in his hands, his thumbs wiping off my lipstick around the edges.
“Do I look okay?” I asked.
Piers smiled, a slow smile that made my insides curl up. He bent his head and gave me one last quick, hard kiss. Then another swipe of his thumb on my lips.
“You look perfect,” he said, dropping his hands away from me just in time for the elevator doors to open.
Chapter Eleven
“You can’t tell me nothing happened.”
“Nothing happened. Now help me decide what I should wear on day one.” I shoved the last hanger back into my closet. “The gray cardigan? Or the brown one?”
“Neither!” Jessica crossed her arms, sitting back on my couch recliner. “Emma, did she tell you what happened with Piers?”
“Nope,” Emma said, bouncing Arlen on her knee. “I
“Piers—Piers, what are you—”
“Can’t stop now.”
“They’re almost here!”
“Exactly! We’re wasting precious moments!”
Then his mouth was sealed over my clit, sucking hard. This time, the orgasm was nearly instant. His fingers were thrust into me up to the knuckle as he sucked, his tongue flicking my aching clit past what it could bear. A burst of new ecstasy tore me apart, and I writhed on the floor.
“Ohhhh!” I screamed, then clapped my hand over my mouth. I bit down on my palm, trying to stifle the moan that ripped from my lungs. This wasn’t a normal orgasm. It went on and on, the seconds spinning around dizzily. I arched against the floor of the elevator, and in the mirrored ceiling I could see my legs wrapped around Piers’ neck as he sucked, sucked and licked, one hand gripping my ass as the other thrust into my clenching body.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
My fingers scrabbled at the floor, grabbing only a handful of pink rose petals. There was nothing human left in me, only animal urges that made me thrash around as wave after wave hit me, threw me into a frenzy of pleasure. And still his mouth was sealed over me, his tongue working my clit to the last moment.
“ Mmmmmmm! ” I closed my eyes, twisting as the last burst of electric ecstasy arced through my body. My hips spasmed wildly against his mouth, against his hot, hot tongue.
Then it was over, and all that was left was a dark warm feeling in my core and small shallow breaths shivering my body.
I wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep for an hour. I wanted to lay there, in the middle of the rose petals, and let my nerves thread themselves back together after having been ripped apart. I needed to rest.
“Come on,” Piers said. “Time to get up.”
“Mmmm?”
I opened one eye. He bent down and picked me up, setting me on my feet. I slumped against the side of the elevator. I couldn’t stand in heels. Not now.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Oh, shit. I opened both eyes. I was topless. I couldn’t be topless when the security guy came in.
“Here, take this,” Piers said, fumbling with my blouse. “Quick, put it on!”
“It’s inside out,” I said, moving as though in slow motion. “Why did you put it inside out?”
“It’s confusing, okay!”
“I was under the impression you were an intelligent man,” I mumbled, taking the blouse.
“Just put it on,” he said. I blinked and stared into my reflection in the back wall. Dang, that was the wrong button. I started to unbutton the blouse again.
“What are you—just wear this!” Piers threw his jacket on over me and tugged the front shut. He picked up the now-mangled bouquet of roses and thrust them into my hands. I was still dizzy, catching my breath.
“How do I look—oh, God.” I had caught sight of my face in the mirror. My hair was a rumpled mess, my cheeks were flushed red, and my lipstick was smeared terribly. “Oh, God. Oh, God .”
“Come here.” Piers spun me around to face him. His eyes were sparkling, and he looked classy as ever, his lips a bit pinker than before, his hair a bit darker at the roots. He smoothed my hair down quickly with his hands. Then he cupped my chin in his hands, his thumbs wiping off my lipstick around the edges.
“Do I look okay?” I asked.
Piers smiled, a slow smile that made my insides curl up. He bent his head and gave me one last quick, hard kiss. Then another swipe of his thumb on my lips.
“You look perfect,” he said, dropping his hands away from me just in time for the elevator doors to open.
Chapter Eleven
“You can’t tell me nothing happened.”
“Nothing happened. Now help me decide what I should wear on day one.” I shoved the last hanger back into my closet. “The gray cardigan? Or the brown one?”
“Neither!” Jessica crossed her arms, sitting back on my couch recliner. “Emma, did she tell you what happened with Piers?”
“Nope,” Emma said, bouncing Arlen on her knee. “I
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