Chapter 10
RAFE
All day, I watched Seraphina. Work became intolerably hard to get through, because I had one eye on the woman for the entirety of the afternoon.
After getting a taste of her pussy and seeing her fall apart with my mouth and hands on her body, the day became unbearable.
Every shift of her body, every time she played with the collar of her shirt or smoothed the fabric of her skirt down when she stood up had my cock in a constant state of hard-on.
By the time four o’clock rolled around, I couldn’t stand it any longer.
The permanent scowl I usually sport all but disappears when Seraphina is around.
And when I called her into my office, requesting she shut the door behind her, she did what I asked before sitting in the chair in front of my desk, squirming in the leather and making me want her even more.
That was the crux of the problem: I wanted her, fucking everywhere.
The only way I could have her without having to hold back was to send her home, to my home.
I walked around my desk and slipped the keycard to my penthouse apartment into the palm of her hand, then told her to meet me there.
Of course, when I suggested she stop by her own place to pack an overnight bag, her eyes fluttered closed, her cheeks filled with color, and she let out a low moan.
I pressed my lips to hers. No more words needed to be spoken after that kiss.
Seraphina left shortly after, my hand on her lower back guiding her to the door.
I watched as she tried to act unbothered by the fact that she’d be in my bed tonight or that my eyes never left her the entire time she grabbed her things.
I didn’t leave my spot as I watched her leave, leaning against the door.
Fuck, did I want to be the one who walked her to her car.
That was nearly three hours ago. Now I’m out of the office, dealt with the traffic home, and am riding the elevator up to my penthouse.
I breathe a sigh of relief at the sight that greets me when the doors open.
Seraphina’s back is facing me, she has a glass of wine in her hand, up and resting against her upper shoulder, hair up in some type of twist, and she’s staring out at the scenery in front of her.
It takes her a moment before she realizes I’m home. I drop my things on the way toward her—keys, phone, and suit jacket. None of them will be needed for what I have in mind.
“Sera,” I say her name.
“Rafe.” Her voice is smooth like velvet and causes me to vibrate with pure need.
The floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights, and the setting sun have nothing on the woman before me.
I stop at the bar cart, noticing the bottle of red wine is breathing, and while I’m not opposed to sharing a glass with her, I’d much rather prefer two fingers of whisky.
“Do you need more?” I nod to her glass of wine when she gives me the front side of her body.
And, holy fuck, I’m not prepared. From behind, the slip of a dress has two loose straps crossing over her back and ending at her midthigh.
Then there is the front, a deep V, lace around the shell of her breasts.
The emerald-green color captures her dark eyes, and the dress skims her curves in all the ways that make me fucking delirious.
“No, I’m good.” She takes a sip of her drink. When she swallows, my mind reels at the thought of her doing the same with my cum while I slide my thumb along the milky white skin of her throat. “Thank you, though.”
I grab the lowball crystal glass and make my way to the woman who’s got me wrapped up in all kinds of fucking knots.
“You’re welcome. Have any trouble getting in?” She has my personal phone line, one of the few who do. She could have called or texted if need be. Still, I let security on duty know that I’d be having a guest. Giving them the make and model of her car as well as her name probably helped matters.
“Nope, everything went smoothly. Almost too smoothly, like maybe you’ve done this a time or ten.” I take a much-needed sip of roasted grain and oak wood, resisting the urge to smile at Sera’s response.
“I think we both know that’s not true. You’re the first woman to have a key to my place, my sister included.
” Her shoulders visibly relax, and I close the remaining distance between us, stepping into her personal space until the heat from our combined bodies radiates around us.
I wrap my arm around her lower stomach and guide her to look at the cityscape, my front to her back, and feel her hold her breath.
Our reflection in the darkened window does nothing to showcase her beauty.
“Rafe.” I raise my hand. The cool tip of my index finger brushes against the nape of her neck, right at her hairline.
She gasps softly, her eyes closing in the window.
Meanwhile, my finger slips down the curve of her spine, slowly tracing each ridge before trailing back up and moving along the slope of her shoulder.
My touch is agonizingly light yet leaves goose bumps in its wake.
“You look beautiful, Sera,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
Being this close, I can feel her body shiver.
“Just like this, where there aren’t any interruptions, no phones ringing, no emails pinging, and nobody that can hear your sweet moans or see what I’m going to do with every inch of your body.
” My lips blaze a trail beneath her ear to the pulse beating at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“You’re not playing fair.” I hold her in place when she tries to turn around.
“Guilty as charged.” Her ass arches into my groin. I press my cock into her, pushing her body closer to the glass. “But before I completely lose my mind, we need to eat.”
“Not exactly sure what, since your pantry and refrigerator are completely bare,” she breathes, leaning back another inch and giving me more of her weight.
“That’s why I ordered your favorite, Italian. And trust me, Sera, what I plan on doing to you tonight, you’re going to need the energy.” This time when she turns around, I allow it.
“Is that so?” She has a slight pout on her lips that are begging for my mouth.
“Fuck yeah, it is. Also, like that, you got the lay of the land, which means less work for me for later.” Her cheeks brighten with color.
I dip my head, nudge her nose with mine before taking her mouth.
Too bad it won’t last nearly as long as I want.
The food should be delivered in just a few minutes, and the last thing I want is to start something I can’t finish.