Her head bent over, my hand splayed open on her thigh. Every time she inhaled, the curve of her breasts pressed against the top of her dress. The tips of her fingers, stroking along my skin, sent shivers of awareness up my spine.
“He sounded mad,” I said.
“There’s nothing we can do about it now,” she said. On instinct, I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “I think he’s mostly happy. No damage was actually done. The book’s back. We’ll get paid. Abe will be very happy about that.” Delilah held up my hand. “Good as new.”
But she didn’t move from my seat. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated. I wondered if she felt it too—that unbelievable urge to tear something in half. The sight of her joy, her throaty laughter, had my heart spiraling. I wanted making Delilah laugh to become my next vocation.
My palm landed back on her thigh. The gold of my wedding ring stood stark against the pale satin of her dress.
“There’s only one thing I’m sad about,” I admitted.
“What’s that?”
We were hurtling back toward Codex—the reality of the case, the reality of being coworkers. How much time did we have left in this limo? Thirty minutes? Forty?
I intended to make the most of them.
“As soon as we get back, I won’t be your fake husband anymore.” I reached beneath the gauzy layers of her skirt, smoothed my hand from her ankle, up her knee, along her inner thigh. We watched my hand together—out in the open, not in some dark closet. “Which means I won’t be able to touch you like this.”
My fingers reached the lacy garter belt. I slipped two fingers beneath it, caressing the soft skin. Delilah’s lips parted on a shaky breath.
Then her legs parted.
“Every night that we’ve played this game,” I said, stroking higher, “I’ve gone home and been jealous of Henry Thornhill.”
“Wh-why?” she asked.
My hand slid so high it was hidden by layers of her skirt, bunched at the waist. I traced the outline of her underwear, which was already wet.
“Because he got to strip this dress from your body and enjoy every single inch of your nakedness.” I slipped inside, growling like an animal when my fingers touched slick, hot flesh. My thumb found her clit, teased it with light circles. “He got to tie you to the bed you shared. Fuck you for days.”
“Henry,” she whispered.
She tilted her hips up, knee sliding off the side of the seat to spread herself farther for me. My thumb caressed harder and her lids grew heavy.
“Can’t a husband fuck his wife in the back of a limo?” she asked.
My arm shot out, wrapped around her waist. Dragged her onto my lap and wrenched her knees wide.
I watched her nipples grow into hard, tight peaks through her dress. I slid my hands up her hips, her rib cage, her stomach—palming her breasts as she ground herself against me. My breath was coming hot, furious, frustrated. I thrust my hips up—just once—and her head fell back with a sigh.
“Do you feel that, beautiful?” I said, ghosting my lips along her jaw, her ear. I gripped her ass beneath her dress, dragged her against my straining erection. “It doesn’t matter how much pressure we were under on this case. I was hard for you the entire fucking time.”
That seemed to snap something inside of her. Her mouth landed on mine in a kiss that shook my body, stole my breath. Her fingers were opening my belt as I bit her lower lip, groaning when she released my cock. Our foreheads came together, breath shuddering, as her hand slicked up, gripped the head. I tangled my fingers in her short curls. Twisted and trapped her. Pulled her head back until we could stare at each other with swollen lips.
“You want me to fuck you in this limo, Delilah?” My voice was a taunt. Hers was a sob. “You want me to make our fantasies real?”
“Yes,” she said, panting but firm. “Please, for the love of God, take me right here.”
Adrenaline, nerves, fear—I wanted to fuck her like this. Wanted to unleash every predatory instinct she elicited in me. But even if it was only this one night, only this one moment, I already knew there’d be consequences. I softened my voice.
“Are you sure?”
Delilah kissed me again with sublime passion; a luscious press of her lips against mine. Her mouth opened the way she was opening for me—her tongue, her breath, her fingers in my hair. The fantasy slid away, revealing the full force of my feelings for this woman, a woman whose lips moving against mine brought me a pleasure I’d never experienced before.
I knew full well what the consequences of these moments would be.
“More than anything,” she whispered.
Walls down, heart open, grinning with flushed cheeks—the warrior goddess in front of me had never been more perfect, more alive, more real.
“I brought a condom in my purse.” She reached for it with one hand, eyes never leaving mine.
I had her on her back in a second. In the next, I’d reached beneath her skirt and torn her underwear clear from her body. I let myself enjoy one indulgent second of Delilah’s naked, glistening pussy—the dark thatch of hair, the flexing muscles of her inner thighs.
Then I grabbed the condom from her shaking fingers.
“You had this the entire time?” I growled.
“A woman has to have her secrets,” she taunted.
I grabbed her hips, yanked her down the seat. Her head fell back, knees pushed wide. She watched me sheath myself with hungry eyes. I dropped my hips against her sex, sliding my cock along her clit.
“How soundproof do you think that window is?” I whispered at her ear, stopping to bite the side of it.
She shuddered, grabbed my ass. “It’s not soundproof at all.”
“Good thing you’ve already shown me you know how to stay quiet.”
My cock was right where we both wanted it. Her pussy was wet and so hot I almost lost it right there. “Once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to control myself.”
It was a warning as much for her as it was for me. And like that day she’d taught me how to fight, she propped herself up on her elbows and gave me a dangerous smile.
“You think I can’t handle it, newbie?”
With a barely contained groan, I reached beneath her body, lifted up her hips. And pushed inside her inch by delicious inch. She muffled a moan against my throat, grasping my hair. I let her adjust to the size of me, went slowly, carefully, until I bottomed out inside of her.
We were sharing one ragged breath, finally joined together; Delilah was wet and tight and hot and as I gave a tiny, experimental thrust, she raked her nails down my chest. Closed her teeth around my jaw.
“Harder, newbie.”
Delilah fell back onto the seat, and I pressed a hand over her mouth as I punched my hips forward the way she’d asked. There was no point in going slowly now—Delilah and I were well past that, driven mad by lust and adrenaline.
Her hands ripped beneath my shirt, fingernails clawing up the muscles of my back. She was moaning softly beneath my hand, brilliant eyes trained on mine, and I was analyzing every single response to my movements.
Even a quick fuck in a limo should be transcendent for the powerful woman I had beneath me. I surged forward, tilted my hips slightly, and her eyelids fluttered.