Oliver
My lips trail down her skin. I can't do this here. Even with the NDA, I need to make Emily scream so they hear her all the way back to Havenwood Hall. Have her shatter every window in London with her cries. I spin her around, her back to my front. Her eyes burn through the mirror. "So incredible."
"It’s pretty." Her hands splay over her belly and chest.
"No, Emily, you." My lips settle on her neck.
My fingers trail down her arm until I push my pinkie under each strap, reaching the triangle of fabric covering her.
I press my lips to her neck and rub the palm of my hand over her pussy.
When I said I'm buying everything in the room, I meant it.
I might even have the fucking sofa delivered to Havenwood.
I grab the strap and pull her back against my hard dick. "You do this to me." I suck at the spot behind her ear, the one that makes her eyes flutter closed.
Her shoulders heave. A low moan comes from her lips, "Oliver."
I tear my lips away from her, leaving her shoulders heaving, her legs squeezed together. I smash my palm on the button, telling them to come back in. Then I settle back on the sofa.
"Oliver!" Her eyes flash, and I'm wondering if I have it wrong. If I could have pushed her. Taken her over the edge with me, here, now. Fuck discretion.
Her head cocks at me as the clerk comes back into the room. And an uneasy smile settles on Emily's lips. No, I'm more than glad that I didn't take it too far. I could have undone everything. I want it to be her idea. When she's ready, and not before then.
The woman stands behind Emily. The wall must be thick for her to act as if she didn't hear anything. But decorum stands with Aurora.
"How do you feel in this one?"
"Powerful."
I nod at her in the mirror.
"Powerful's good. I think this one might work under your dress."
"Really?"
"Definitely. If we adjust this strap here, like this? It will be perfect. Powerful on your wedding day is good."
"You have no idea how true that is."
"Ready for the next one?"
Emily glances over at the two remaining garments she hasn’t tried on. "They'll fit like the others?"
"Yes."
"I'll take them. All of them."
"Put them on my account," I say, standing.
"No. I'm buying them. Do you have this in black too?"
"Of course. We can have the alterations done this evening and out to you tomorrow. If that's okay?"
"Tomorrow is good," Emily says to Aurora in the mirror.
Holloway opens the car door for Emily, and when I get in on the other side, she's already hit the button closing the privacy screen.
"Take your pants off, Oliver, now." Her vintage wrap dress already hangs open in the front.
The door's closed, and I'm barely in the seat before Emily's straddling my legs. Her dress sloughs off onto the floor of the SUV. The corset she bought has her breasts pushed up. "I asked to wear this one home."
"Amazing choice." My throat's gone dry.
"Thank you. I'm a decision-maker."
"A powerful one," I growl.
"You have no idea.”
"No, I have plenty of ideas. It's been obvious to me for a long time, Em."
"Well, I'm glad I'm at the party now." She pulls on my tie, releasing it from under my collar. "You know I've never done it in a car?" She smirks.
"Really?"
"Nope." Her P pops with the clarity of a woman who knows what she wants.
"Do you have a list, Emily?"
"A list? No . . . of things I've never done? It would be a long list." Pink blush rushes up her chest, neck, and to her cheeks. "Though it's getting shorter."
I chuckle because there's a long way to go to finish all the things I want to do to her.
"I'm a fast learner when I focus on something."
I trail my knuckle down the side of her cheek. "You are." I press a kiss to her chest.
She makes quick work of my belt. My suit jacket's gone, my dress shirt is unbuttoned, and my pants are open.
Emily takes me in her hand and slides onto me.
The streets of London change to the country motorway south, but I don't care, can't notice; only Emily holds my attention.
Her smooth legs in my hands, I suck her tit through the lace fabric.
She rocks forward on me, pressing her tits hard into my face. She might not have a list, but I'm going to make one, just so I can cross this off and put it on again. "That's it, Vixen. Take what you want, what you need."
Her head tips back. I hold her hips and thrust up. Fuck, it's good. Too good. Thoughts vanish. There's only her. Hot, wet, and tight.
My hands dig into her hips, and I hammer up. I snake a finger between us, finding her clit. Damn. I circle once, and she cries out. "There. There."
I don't give a fuck who hears. I do it again, faster. Enough pressure until she fires off. She’s jerking so much I grab her head to keep her from hitting the roof.
Her fingers sink to the back of my hair; she runs her nails around my neck, and I follow her.
My thrusts are like the pistons of an engine.
Over and over until I sink back into the leather seats.
Emily's damp head rests on my dress shirt. I hold her to me, not wanting to move. Unable to open my eyes.
The car lurches, and I gaze into her blue eyes.
"Hello." There's a smirk on her lips.
"Hello."
She slides off my lap, grabbing her dress from the floor. Far too quickly, she's clothed. I lean around her and pull the seatbelt, clicking the buckle in place. "Buckle up for safety."
I get my clothes back on—shoes, pants, jacket, but I stuff my tie in my coat pocket. This isn't my first time in the back of a limo. My eyes flick to Emily. But I never want to do it again with anyone but her.
Emily darts away from the car before Holloway can open the door for her. She's a perfect mix of vixen and mouse. Holloway's not like the sales clerk. He glares at me.
One of his men has come from the house to move the car around; he jogs around the two of us. I shake my head and head to the door, while Holloway talks to him.
But I stop. There's a large part of me that says to keep moving, but common sense flew out of me weeks ago. "You want to say something?"
"No."
"Yes, you do." I get closer to him.
"They're getting married. This weekend."
"So? You kidnapped her and brought her here from my doorstep."
Holloway's chest rises and falls. "You're playing a dangerous game."
"Your boss thinks he's writing the rules."
Holloway makes a noise, somewhere between fuck you and fuck my life.
"You do your job, and everything will be fine," I say.
"Stop making my job impossible, and I will."
"Fine," I say and walk through the door at the same time as Holloway. Which doesn't work well.
"After you." He stops. I can feel his eyes on me as I head up the stairs.
I pound on Ryder and Anders's door, and they both come out.
"What?" Anders says to me. They have no idea where I took her today.
"Come with me." I pull them into my suite. I nod to a housekeeper who bustles down the corridor and close the door behind them.
"What?" Anders repeats.
"Is Emily okay? I didn't know you were going out today."
"She's good." I drop my jacket on the chair next to my bed and head to the panel on the far wall.
I turn the sconce to the open position, and the secret panel pops open.
"But why don't you ask her yourself?" I unlatch the inner panel of Thayer's suite.
Part of me is convinced he'll have had it sealed, but the door pops open.
And damn, I'm hoping she hasn't changed yet.
"Holy shit. Why didn't you tell us about this?" Ryder pushes past me.
"Because, as much as I hate to admit it, we need to be careful."
"Em?" I say.
She jumps. And her eyes land on the panel. "I knew it. That night, you came in that way, didn't you?"
"Guilty. I missed you." My eyes dart over her skin as it pinkens again.
"Missed you, too," Emily says. "Hey, Ryder." Her arms snake around his neck. "I didn’t realize I was going anywhere until Oliver whisked me away."
Ryder steps beside her. "I missed our morning ritual." He deepens his kiss.
"And where did you go?" Anders moves in, taking her lips before she can answer. "Sorry. I couldn’t help myself."
Emily drops the tie on her dress, revealing the corset and garters.
"Fuck." Anders drops into the leather chair. "You look amazing."
"Damn fantastic," Ryder adds.