No woman has ever touched me in this way, and it feels incredible.
She keeps stroking my length while she laves the head with her tongue, then flicks it over the very center. And she does it again. And again.
I choke on the breath I'd been trying to inhale.
This time, her laughter is throaty and so erotic it makes me throb for her. "Maybe I should stop torturing you."
Her torture is heaven, but even bliss can be too much. I don't need to tell her that---good thing, since I can't speak---because somehow, she senses exactly how much I can take.
Elena opens her mouth and slides those luscious lips over my cock, taking it deep inside.
I groan at the slick heat of her mouth on my skin. But when she laps at my flesh, I sag against the window and let out a long, guttural noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. She makes soft little grunting sounds while she works me with her mouth and her hand, sounding for all the world like she can't get enough of doing this. I thrust a hand into her hair, gripping the windowsill with the other one, and I swear to God my eyes roll back in my head.
"Fuck, Elena," I say, while her ravenous noises grow louder. I can hardly breathe, my chest heavy with the weight of pleasure.
She closes her free hand around one of my balls and massages it with her fingers.
My every muscle goes rigid, the breath is trapped in my lungs, and I can't stop my body from giving in to Elena's demands. I come so hard and fast I swear I see stars and hear the angels singing to welcome me into heaven. I don't die, though. Elena keeps working me until I'm done, and somehow, I find the strength to breathe again. My heart is pounding, and I can't swear I didn't shout or make some sort of loud noise that's unmistakably the sound of a man coming inside the mouth of the most perfect woman on earth.
I stare at Elena, dumbstruck by her. Isn't she the woman who kept telling me not to flirt with her at the office? And now she's done something far more intimate, and she's done it with tenderness and enthusiasm.
She licks her lips so slowly, and with such satisfaction, that I know I'll go hard again any minute if she keeps that up.
I run my thumb over her lips. "You are... I can't think of a word that's good enough to describe you. Passionate, for sure. And surprisingly brazen. You, Elena, are amazing."
"Well, I did keep saying no to you, and you've been so patient. I figured you'd earned a little blow job."
"A little blow job?" I grasp her arms, urging her to stand. Then I cradle her face in my hands and kiss her softly. "That was the Mount Everest of blow jobs. The lovers you had before me must've been very happy blokes."
"Sure, they liked it. But they didn't enjoy it anywhere near as much as you do."
"What a crowd of idiots. Any man who doesn't feel like he's halfway to the stars when he's got your mouth on him must be barmy."
"I don't care what other guys think. But I love that you loved it."
"One good turn deserves another." I turn to face the window, with Elena in front of me. "Sit back, relax, and let me send you to the gates of heaven."
"Do you usually get all poetic after an orgasm? I didn't notice it in the elevator that night."
"We were interrupted then. I won't let that happen again."
"Better not, or I might have to throw your phone out the window." She leans her hips against the window frame. "I hope you're not fibbing about showing me heaven, because I'm so turned on I can hardly stand it."
"You won't be disappointed." I kneel before her, slipping my fingers under the hem of her skirt. "I guarantee it."
Someone knocks on the door.
The nasal voice of Marla, one of the paralegals, says, "Elena, are you in there? We need to leave for the law library if you want to get that research done today."
"Fuck," I snarl under my breath.
Elena throws her head back and whimpers, though not in the sexy way I'd planned to make her utter a noise like that. She calls out, "I'm coming."
But dammit, she isn't.
She bends down to kiss me. "Sorry, duty calls."
"Forget the law library. I planned to lure you into every dark corner on this floor so I can kiss you and tease you all afternoon."
"Believe me, I'd much rather sneak into dark corners with you." She straightens and smooths her skirt and blouse. "The law library is musty, and the pop in the vending machine is warm. You smell and taste so much better."
With that, she leaves me.
I sit on the floor for five minutes before I get back to work. My mind taunts me with visions of Elena naked, spread out on my bed, writhing and moaning and calling my cock the most beautiful in the world. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen or ever will see. She's more than that, though. She's clever, playful, passionate, determined...and all mine tonight.
The second I get to my hotel room, I'm turning off my damn mobile and telling the desk clerk to hold all calls. No one is going to interrupt us. Nothing will get in the way of my plans for Elena. I will worship her body all night.
Chapter Eight
Elena
The elevator rises toward the nineteenth floor, taking me to my secret assignation with the boss's ex-husband. Yep, this is the same elevator in which Chance ravished me a week ago. Why do I keep thinking of him as my boss's ex? He's my... What? Lover sounds kind of sleazy, for some reason. We have to sneak around so Raisa won't find out. Maybe sleazy is the word for it.
Being with Chance doesn't feel sordid. It makes me feel so good in so many ways, despite the fact I promised to help Raisa get him back.
I glance down at my dress to make sure it didn't get wrinkled on the cab ride to the hotel. I had to go home to change clothes. I'm wearing my red dress, the nicest thing I own, the one I bought for an office Christmas party two years ago. The firm I'd worked for then had rented a ballroom for the party and invited everyone to dress up. Chance texted me earlier to say "wear something special," so here I am in my red dress.
The elevator stops. I get out and, following Chance's instructions, turn left and walk to the door at the end of the hall. It has a sign on it that says "Presidential Suite."
I'm going to have sex in a suite at a luxury hotel. For a moment, I just stand there while I let that fact soak into my psyche. Until tonight, the fanciest place I've done the deed was at a Motel 6 in Pittsburgh.
Straightening, rolling my shoulders back, I knock on the door.
It swings open instantly, like he's been standing right on the other side waiting for me.
Warmth rushes through me at the sight of him, and I have the dumbest urge to fan myself with my hand.
Chance is wearing nothing but a towel.
I do raise my hand to fan myself but stop short of my face. Then I wave at him like an idiot to cover the fact I'd been about to fan myself. Honestly, can anyone blame me? He looks hotter than hot in a white towel that seems like it'll fall off at any second. I let my gaze wander over his naked chest, admiring the lines of all those muscles while I imagine running my tongue over every single one of them.