He gave a nod of praise, sending a jolt of warmth through my entire body.
Then he bent down in front of me.
Suddenly, breathing was harder than it should have been. My chest moved up and down, air passed through my mouth, but I couldn’t get enough of it to my lungs.
And he hadn’t even touched me yet.
The sight of him alone—Donovan Kincaid, one of the most powerful men in the world, down on his knees in his black Ermenegildo Zegna suit—it was overwhelming and erotic, and by the time he put his hand at the back of my knee, I was already trembling.
He smiled up at me with his devil’s smile, trailing his fingers up the back of my thigh, higher and higher still, to the round curve of my ass. His constant gaze kept my eyes pinned to his, and I knew he could read every thought, every emotion that ran through me. He knew exactly what he did to me with this caress of my skin, with that pinch of my flesh.
Finally breaking eye contact, Donovan brought his other hand around me and squeezed both of my ass cheeks as he buried his nose into the crotch of my white lace panties. My knees buckled when he inhaled audibly, and now I had to reach for the counter behind me. Just to keep myself from collapsing.
“I’m going to believe you wore these for me,” he said before licking slowly up the center panel.
It wasn’t a question so I didn’t comment. Besides, I was too busy stifling a moan. If he’d made me answer—if I’d been able to speak—I’d have told him he was full of himself. It wouldn’t have been a lie, but it wasn’t all the truth. Of course I’d worn them for him. There was a chance I’d see him today, and I dressed thinking about that, thinking about all the dirty filthy things he might do to me if I let him.
I just hadn’t actually planned to let him.
Keep telling yourself that, Sabrina.
“Fuck, you’re already wet.” He said this so quietly I was almost convinced it was for himself, but the gleam in his eyes told me differently. It told me I wasn’t fooling anyone. I was at least as turned on as he was whether I wanted to admit it out loud or not—and judging from the way he kept having to adjust himself, he was pretty goddamned turned on.
He sucked my clit into his mouth through my panties, and this time I couldn’t keep my moan inside. There’d been too much want, too much need, and he sucked eagerly, driving me quickly to a frenzy.
But the material was an unwanted barricade. Like a condom, dulling the sensation, and I wasn’t getting where I needed to be. Not all the way. I was still dangling. Always dangling.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he dragged his mouth lower, and found my hole. With his thumb now on my clit, he used his tongue, to push the fabric of my panties inside me.
I jerked forward, caught off guard by how fucking good it felt, my hands landing on his shoulders.
Immediately, he sat back. “Hands behind you.”
The rules, right.
Did he want my hands behind me because it was part of the game? Or because he didn’t want me touching him? Or just because he said so?
It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he finished, that he made me come, and I was far enough along now that I didn’t care about what I conceded in giving him my obedience.
I put my hands on the counter.
His mouth was back on me in an instant. This time he nudged my panties aside with his nose and resumed his attack on my bare cunt in earnest. With one hand wrapped around the back of my thigh, his other hand used the bunched material of my panties to cause extra friction on my clit.
He pinned my eyes once more, and maybe that was the most erotic part of the whole thing—the way he looked at me. The way he always looked at me.
I was whimpering now, bucking into his face, so close to coming.
Suddenly the door handle behind him jiggled as though someone was trying to get in.
I tensed in absolute panic, but Donovan didn’t ease up at all.
A second later, the person knocked. “Anyone in there?”
I recognized the voice. It was Ted from creative. And Jesus, I was so close to coming.
“Melissa?” Ted called out to someone. “Do you have a key to the copy room? Does anyone know where a key is?”
I tried to push Donovan away, but his grip on me tightened. Without ceasing the massage of my clit, he took a break with his mouth long enough to say, “I’m not stopping until you come. So either relax and let it happen or be prepared to give them a show.”
I knew enough about Donovan to not question his sincerity on this.
Giving my eyes back to him, I forced myself to ignore the commotion outside the door and focused only on the feeling of his mouth. Of his lips. Of his tongue. Of his fingers, and the expert way they played me—like he knew how to make me sing; like he had me memorized.
I didn’t think I could relax enough, that I could come with Ted outside and the door locked and the lights off, but suddenly my orgasm shot through me like a freight train at a railroad crossing. Even though I knew it was coming, its speed still surprised me. I saw stars, my knees buckled, and a burst of pleasure ricocheted through my body. I didn’t recognize the wail coming from me, low and unfurling like a ribbon of sound. Immediately, Donovan jumped to his feet to swallow my cry with a kiss, his hand still rubbing me through my climax below, and all I kept thinking was yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
I was still shaking when he broke away a minute later. Thankfully, I still had my hands on the counter behind me or I might have slumped to the floor. Donovan bent down and straightened my panties, then went to the floor, and picked up my skirt. I stepped into it, moving my hands to his shoulders for support while he pulled it up and fastened the zipper.
He didn’t complain about the touch this time, and even gave me a half-smile as he wiped at the makeup under my eye. He leaned in and kissed me once more, hard, his tongue sweeping deep inside me. As deep as I wanted him to be. Even after he’d just made me come.
“I love the way your jealousy tastes,” he said.
I frowned, remembering all of a sudden how this whole interaction started. “I’m not sure that—”
The doorknob twisted. Donovan dropped his hands and moved away from me just as the door opened and Ted walked in.
“You guys were in here the whole time?” he asked, confused. “The door was locked. I had to find a key.”
“I didn’t realize you were trying to get in,” Donovan said without apology. “It’s all yours.”
He slipped out around Ted before he could say anything else. Before I could say anything else.
Maybe it was for the best. I didn’t know that Donovan wanted to hear what I had to say anyway.
Chapter 6
I spent the next day devoted to touring the town with my sister. I’d only lived in New York since September and hadn’t made much effort to see any sights beyond those tied to spots used in the marketing campaigns I’d put together. Before that, the only other trip I’d taken to The Big Apple had been spent in Weston’s bed. It was time that was remedied.
Together, we’d hit Macy’s and much of the fashion district over the weekend. Today we hit One World Trade Center, The Met, and Rockefeller Center. It was warm enough that Audrey managed to convince me to get on the ice skating rink. I fell several times and didn’t last long before calling it quits, but I laughed a lot more than I’d expected, despite the aches and bruises the adventure earned me.