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Authors: Christine Warren
Tags: Contemporary/Fantasy
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building. She wrapped her arms around his neck for balance and set her spinning head against his shoulder, hoping the dizziness would fade before they got to his bedroom. She didn’t want anything at all to interfere with her ability to sense and savor every single thing he did to her.
“Good morning, Mr. De Santos.” A uniformed doorman with a studiously bland expression nodded to Rafe and ignored the fact that he was carrying a disheveled blonde with wide, unfocused eyes into the sort of establishment where these things tended not to happen. “Nice to see you again, sir.”
“I’m not at home, Carson.”
“Of course you aren’t, sir.” The doorman followed them into the building and hurried to a set of gleaming elevator doors where he pressed the up button.
The doors slid open immediately, and Carson reached inside, pressed the button for the twentieth floor and stepped back. “Enjoy the rest of your night, sir.” Rafe growled something unintelligible as the doors slid shut in front of them, and the elevator started with a smooth glide upward.
Tess looked at the digital floor display above the bank of buttons and saw the difference between their current location and their destination. Even if she wasn’t capable of mathematical calculations in her current state, she was cognizant enough to realize there was a large gap between the two. She turned back to Rafe, blinked once, slowly, then dove for his mouth.
She caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged at it, as if trying to pull his mouth into hers. When she released it, she went immediately back for more, nudging his lips apart and plunging her tongue inside to forage for his own. His response consisted of backing her up against the wall of the car, flipping open the button on her jeans and sliding his hand inside her panties.
Tess screamed against his mouth and bucked her hips against his hand.
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He tore his lips from hers and swore, something low and savage and foreign.
He shifted to brace one arm under her bottom in order to raise her higher while his fingers sliced through her wet folds to find her opening and thrust deep.
Tess threw her head back and screamed again. Two long, wide fingers speared into her, stretching her and filling her. The unexpected penetration made her mind fog and her pussy clench and she sobbed for the breath he had stolen from her. Her hips tilted and her legs climbed higher until her knees were clamped about his rib cage and his fingers had slid as deeply as they could reach.
His wrist twisted, fingers screwing inside her, and she moaned in pleasure and need.
“God, yes!” she panted, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. “More…touch me…”
He leaned closer, clamping his teeth on the base of her throat, growling like an animal. Then his fingers moved and began thrusting, establishing a rapid, driving rhythm that caressed her internal walls and drove her closer to the edge.
She could feel her muscles bunching and tensing in preparation for climax and she whined at the unbearable pleasure.
Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, creasing the fabric of his suit jacket and biting into the flesh beneath. If he’d been shirtless, she might have drawn blood, but she didn’t care. Her body bowed in his arms, hips thrusting mindlessly against his hand. He shifted her again, his touch withdrawing momentarily and tearing a frantic cry of protest form her.
“No! More! Please, more.”
She could barely understand herself, but she needed him to understand. She needed him to understand that she would die if he stopped touching her. She would die.
Then his fingers slid back, three this time, thrusting deep inside her, stretching her entrance and driving her higher. She thought she might have 55
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screamed again, wondered vaguely if the elevator was soundproofed, then squeezed her pussy around him and forgot everything else. She could feel her moisture flooding his hand and
“Good morning, Mr. De Santos.” A uniformed doorman with a studiously bland expression nodded to Rafe and ignored the fact that he was carrying a disheveled blonde with wide, unfocused eyes into the sort of establishment where these things tended not to happen. “Nice to see you again, sir.”
“I’m not at home, Carson.”
“Of course you aren’t, sir.” The doorman followed them into the building and hurried to a set of gleaming elevator doors where he pressed the up button.
The doors slid open immediately, and Carson reached inside, pressed the button for the twentieth floor and stepped back. “Enjoy the rest of your night, sir.” Rafe growled something unintelligible as the doors slid shut in front of them, and the elevator started with a smooth glide upward.
Tess looked at the digital floor display above the bank of buttons and saw the difference between their current location and their destination. Even if she wasn’t capable of mathematical calculations in her current state, she was cognizant enough to realize there was a large gap between the two. She turned back to Rafe, blinked once, slowly, then dove for his mouth.
She caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged at it, as if trying to pull his mouth into hers. When she released it, she went immediately back for more, nudging his lips apart and plunging her tongue inside to forage for his own. His response consisted of backing her up against the wall of the car, flipping open the button on her jeans and sliding his hand inside her panties.
Tess screamed against his mouth and bucked her hips against his hand.
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He tore his lips from hers and swore, something low and savage and foreign.
He shifted to brace one arm under her bottom in order to raise her higher while his fingers sliced through her wet folds to find her opening and thrust deep.
Tess threw her head back and screamed again. Two long, wide fingers speared into her, stretching her and filling her. The unexpected penetration made her mind fog and her pussy clench and she sobbed for the breath he had stolen from her. Her hips tilted and her legs climbed higher until her knees were clamped about his rib cage and his fingers had slid as deeply as they could reach.
His wrist twisted, fingers screwing inside her, and she moaned in pleasure and need.
“God, yes!” she panted, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. “More…touch me…”
He leaned closer, clamping his teeth on the base of her throat, growling like an animal. Then his fingers moved and began thrusting, establishing a rapid, driving rhythm that caressed her internal walls and drove her closer to the edge.
She could feel her muscles bunching and tensing in preparation for climax and she whined at the unbearable pleasure.
Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, creasing the fabric of his suit jacket and biting into the flesh beneath. If he’d been shirtless, she might have drawn blood, but she didn’t care. Her body bowed in his arms, hips thrusting mindlessly against his hand. He shifted her again, his touch withdrawing momentarily and tearing a frantic cry of protest form her.
“No! More! Please, more.”
She could barely understand herself, but she needed him to understand. She needed him to understand that she would die if he stopped touching her. She would die.
Then his fingers slid back, three this time, thrusting deep inside her, stretching her entrance and driving her higher. She thought she might have 55
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screamed again, wondered vaguely if the elevator was soundproofed, then squeezed her pussy around him and forgot everything else. She could feel her moisture flooding his hand and
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