We walk around, doing the obligatory mingling, and then she pulls away from me.
“I need to use the ladies’ room.”
I smile at her and point in the direction of the restrooms. I immediately miss the feel of her against me.
She’s been in there for a few minutes now, so I’m sure she’ll be coming out any moment. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t want to spend another second away from her. I could have any woman in this place, in my bed tonight, but fuck my life for not wanting any of them. One taste of that woman wasn’t enough. But I’m not sure that I could ever get enough of Maddison.
Six
Maddison
I swipe some gloss on my lips and run my travel brush through my hair. While we were walking around the gallery, I learned that this is a charity event for autism. Ian’s nephew, Sam—Bri’s son, is autistic. Each year they hold some kind of event for him and others on the spectrum. I’ve gotten to see a side of him I’ve never seen before, and I must admit that it turned me on. He’s not the jackass he likes to pretend to be, well, at least not all the time.
I check myself in the mirror one last time, adjusting my dress. I could tell he liked what he saw as soon as I climbed out of his driver’s car. Mission accomplished.
I pull the door open and turn right to head back to the party when I’m stopped in my tracks. I’d know his touch any day, so the fact that I can’t see his face doesn’t stop me from knowing it’s him.
“Where are you going, Ms. Monroe?” His voice sends shivers through my body, straight to my core.
I don’t turn to look at him. “I… I’m headed back to the party.” I can barely get the words out, as he seems to have robbed me of my speech. I was trying like hell to have this same effect on him, but it looks like right now he’s winning our little game of cat and mouse.
He spins me around and now I’m forced to look at him. His hand on my waist is not helping calm my nerves, one bit.
“I have some business we need to take care of first.”
I look around, wondering what he’s talking about.
“Here? I thought you said this had nothing to do with business tonight?”
He leans back in to my ear. “I lied.”
Holy. Shit.
He grabs my elbow, directing me back to the bathroom. If I were wearing any panties, they’d be melted off by now. He flips the light on as he kicks the door shut behind him.
“Now, Ms. Monroe, we have some business to attend to.” He pushes me up against the door, and I’m wondering if he can hear my heart beating in my chest. I’m nervous, excited, and hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that Ian Wright is forbidden fruit, or what, but he makes me feel things I’m not used to.
“What kind of business?” I gasp out as he slowly lifts the hem of my dress. Goose bumps erupt all over my body as his thumb hits the inside of my thigh. Just his touch has me wanting to explode.
His hand continues to work its way up my leg, and he stops just inches from my wetness. I lean into his touch, encouraging him to proceed, but he doesn’t take the hint.
“You need to be punished.” He bites down on my earlobe. I throw my head back against the door, and I’m hoping like hell no one else will need to get in here anytime soon. I want this to last as long as possible.
“Punished for what?” I nearly lose my breath as one of his fingers strokes my slit.
“Shh, you have to be quiet.” He runs his digit through my juices and then pushes inside of me and I gasp. “You need to be punished for dressing like this tonight when you thought this was for the company. You need to be punished for teasing me all night. And you need to be punished for making me want you so damn bad, when I absolutely should not want you.”
“Oh, God,” I cry, and he covers my screams with his lips. This is the first time he’s kissed me, and the feel of his mouth on mine does something to me. Something I don’t know how to explain. Something I’m not sure I want to explain.
Once I come down from my high, he backs away from me, just long enough to undo his belt and zipper of his pants, but then he’s in front of me again. “Do you want me to fuck you, Maddison?” He looks me in the eyes, and when I nod, he lifts me off the floor. My legs automatically wrap around his large frame, and I can feel his hardness through his suit pants.
“Words. I need words.”
I grab his face between both my hands. “Yes, please, fuck me.”
After hearing what he wants, he sets me on the counter and slides his pants down his legs. His large cock is hardly contained by his black boxers, and I can’t go another second without seeing it.
I grab the waistband with one hand, as I stroke him with the other. He throws his head back, cursing under his breath, before he grabs my hand to stop me.
“If you keep that up, I’ll come in your hand.” He leans closer into me. “I’d much rather come in that tight, warm pussy of yours.”
I shudder at his straightforwardness.
“What are you waiting for?” I bat my lashes at him.
He bends over, searching through his pant pockets and then huffs out in frustration.
“Shit. I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
I can tell he’s unsure if he should trust me or not, but he goes back to touching me.
He lifts the hem of my dress and strokes at me with the pad of his thumb.
“You’re so wet for me.” He pulls me closer to the ledge of the counter.
“Yes.” I throw my head back and if it weren’t for the support of his arm under me, I’d hit the glass behind me.
He pulls his thumb away from my pussy, and I look up to see him sucking it into his mouth before he inserts it inside of me once again. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
For the second time within minutes, I’m tumbling over the edge. I’ve never come so many times in my life, not that I’d ever admit that to him. I don’t know how much more I can take, but he takes that choice away from me, when he slides inside of me before I can catch my breath.
He grabs the back of my head, devouring my mouth. He tastes of red wine and spearmint gum.
He pumps in and out—in and out and continues his ministrations for several minutes. It’s as if everything outside of this small room has disappeared, and it’s only me and him. I forget that he’s my boss. I forget that he kicked me out on my ass the last time we did this. None of that matters right now.
He gently pushes me back, and I lean on my elbows. He strokes at my core with one finger.
“Come. Now.” His demanding and panty scorching tone, sends shock waves through me, and if we were anywhere else, I’d be screaming at the top of my lungs. It’s amazing that I’m able to control myself at all. He pumps into me one more time, and I feel him release inside me. The thought makes me shiver, already wanting him again.
“Fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls back to look at me.
“I can’t believe we just did that here.” I look away from him, suddenly embarrassed, which is unlike me. But what if someone heard us? Surely, someone is wondering where he ran off to.