Chapter 9
“What are you doing here?” we said in unison before we both burst out laughing.
“Mostly networking. What are you doing here?” He shook his head. “You always dress your ass off, so I shouldn’t be surprised you’re here.” His eyes swept down my body. “God, you look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I replied softly. “You look as handsome as ever.”
We gravitated toward each other, looks of shock and awe on our faces.
“Come here.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “I thought I wasn’t going to be able to see you until tomorrow morning.” His lips dipped to my ear. “But this is a nice surprise.”
I inhaled deeply; his cologne infiltrated my nostrils and filled me. His scent and his presence reminded me of the promises he’d made via text message and sent a chill down my spine. Running my hands up his arms, I linked my fingers behind his neck.
“A very nice surprise,” I murmured.
“What are you doing way over here when the party is way over there?”
I felt his question against my skin and shivered again.
Hoping to have the same effect on him as he had on me, I whispered my response.
“I had twenty minutes to spare and decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up. The one over there was packed and I overheard someone talking about the one on this side. But when I saw a man heading upstairs, something told me to follow him. As luck would have it, that man turned out to be you.”
After his lips brushed my neck, he pulled his head back and stared into my eyes. “Sounds like this was meant to be.”
“Sounds like it.”
His tongue slid from one side of his mouth to the other. “Do you know why I came up here?”
“Why?”
“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about what you texted me.” With his hands slowly coasting down my back, he waited until he reached my ass to pull me flush into him. “And I felt my dick getting hard all over again.”
My heart thumped in my chest and between my legs. “So, you came over here to rub one out?”
He chuckled lightly. “Nah, I came over here to call you.”
My hands gripped his broad shoulders and I exhaled shakily. “And what were you going to call me to say?”
His smile grew. “This probably isn’t the time or the place.”
Looking around the hallway, I felt confident we were alone. “We’re on the second floor… on the opposite side of the building as the party. We’re hidden in the cut and I’m standing right here.” I cocked my head to the side. “That’s time and place.”
He let out a sexy chuckle and he dug his fingers into the red lace that covered my back. “Nah…”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, but I thought you were about to call me.”
“Calling you and telling you what I want to do is completely different than standing in front of you and telling you.”
“And why’s that?”
He glanced around before slipping his hands over my ass and grabbing each cheek. “Because if I have you in front of me, it’s not going to be just talk.”
“Oh, so you’re about that action…”
He leaned down, his mouth hovering over mine. “You already know.”
I tipped my chin upward, brushing my lips against his. “So, what are you waiting for?”
“Don’t tempt me, Nina.”
I opened my mouth to respond but before I could, he kissed me hard and with enough passion to take my breath away.
I moaned in response.
“Show me,” he whispered against my mouth as his tongue met mine.
I was so drunk off his kiss, I had no idea what he was talking about. “Show you what?” I murmured, gripping him tighter.
“You said your pussy was wet for me.” Pulling away fractionally, he rested his forehead against mine and moved his hands to my hips. “Show me.”
Something deep in my gut tightened as his words rang in my ears and his touch washed over me.
My body clenched in anticipation. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t resist him.
Even though we were tucked away from everyone, we were at an RLF event, and it was my first event with them.
I didn’t want to run the risk of being caught and jeopardize my opportunity.
I opened my mouth to tell him it was too big of a risk, but the words didn’t come out. Instead, I pulled his face to mine.
Our mouths met again passionately and the noise that escaped him caused me to curve my body into him, deepening the kiss. It was as if the more we kissed, the more I wanted him. That kiss was lust in its purest form and my entire body felt it.
I slipped my hand down his chest and his firm core until I reached his erection. With each meeting of our tongues, I felt him get harder. Just thinking about him filling me up with his big dick spurred me on.
“If you keep doing that, the whole party is going to get shut down,” he warned me, forcing me back a couple steps.
I gasped as he backed me into the wall next to the women’s-room door. My ass and then my shoulders hit the wall with a light thud. Sandwiching me with his body, he let me run my hand over the length of him. As soon as I palmed the head, he groaned, “Nina.”
Just hearing him say my name like that was too much for me.
“Yes,” I exhaled, increasing the pressure against his erection.
He let out a low, sexy growl as he grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head. “Don’t start something we can’t finish.”
I lifted my leg, rubbing it against the outside of his as I curved my body into him. His hand shifted from my hip to my thigh and his fingers followed the split in my dress. The minute his fingertips slipped underneath the hem, the silk panties I wore were soaking wet.
Using the wall for balance, he angled me so that I remained steady as he gripped the underside of my exposed thigh. I grabbed his shoulders for leverage, and he made the most of my new security. Slowly, his hand slid forward until he was cupping my bare ass.
The ball was going strong on the opposite end of the large building.
We were on the second floor, down a hallway.
The way our bodies were positioned, no one who happened to be on the second floor would think we were doing anything but kissing.
But the fact that at any time someone could walk up on us excited me.
The stakes were higher. It wasn’t the back of a movie theater or on a private helicopter or even in the bathroom at a club.
We were at a semiformal party that cemented my first work appearance for the brand.
It was a huge deal, and yet, with his hands on my body, unadulterated lust clouded my brain and nothing else mattered.
“Russ,” I moaned against his mouth, pulling him closer.
I wanted him in the worst way.
“Are you going to show me?” he whispered between kisses. “Are you going to let me feel it?”
“Yes,” I panted.
“Good.” He kept his hand underneath my dress as he let my leg slide down the side of his. When my shoe hit the floor, he moved his hand to my inner thigh. “Spread your legs.”
I did as I was told.
As soon as his fingertips traced my panty line, I sucked in a sharp breath.
“You weren’t lying…” He ran his fingertips over the damp material, pulling it away from my skin. “Is this all for me?”
The yearning I felt was so overwhelming that my voice was barely audible. “Yes.”
His fingers slipped underneath the damp lace and made contact with my waxed flesh. “You know the effect you have on me.” He gently brushed against me. “So, when I came up here to call you, I was going to tell you that I couldn’t wait to touch you… to taste you… to fuck you.”
I closed my eyes. “Oh God.”
His finger grazed my clit before tugging my panties down. When they hit my ankles, they got caught on my shoes. Crouching down, Russ lifted one of my feet and then the other, removing my G-string from me completely.
Looking up at me, he licked his lips. “You know what you do to me, don’t you?”
Running my hands over my breasts, I tried to soothe my aching nipples. “The same thing you do to me.”
Stuffing my panties in his pocket with one hand, he wrapped the other hand around my calf. “Nina, Nina, Nina.” He repeated my name softly as he rose to his full height. “Keep your legs open just like that for me.”
I placed my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance because he made my knees weak. His fingers coasted over my kneecap and up my thigh until they got to the end of the split in my dress. His touch inflamed my skin as he slowly moved toward my inner thigh.
My lashes fluttered closed, and I swallowed hard. Just knowing where he was headed caused my insides to quiver.
I didn’t just want him to touch me. I needed him to touch me.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, forcing my eyes to meet his again. He brushed my wet slit. “Look at me.”
I let out a small shuddering breath before opening my eyes.
“I love the sounds you make,” he rasped, just before he spread me open. He pressed the pad of his finger against the hood of my clit. “Mmm.”
Holding his shoulders tight, I exhaled his name wantonly. “Russsssss.”
“You know how bad I want you right now?” he whispered hoarsely.
He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he continued.
“It doesn’t matter where I’m at or what I’m doing, I think about you constantly.
” His finger moved in a slow, methodical circle against my bundle of nerves.
“So you can’t tell me your pussy is wet and waiting for me and think I don’t want to touch”—his lips met mine—“and taste”—another kiss—“and fuck.” A longer, more urgent kiss followed. “I want you. Can I have you?”
A shiver ran down my spine and I nodded. “Yes.”
The word was barely out of my mouth when he slid two fingers into my wetness.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I let out a desirous cry.
He smothered my outburst with his lips.
He had me so keyed up that I knew I would come quick.