Chapter 34
LUKE
She tastes like the sweetness I crave but can never satisfy.
Her tongue dips into my mouth, soft lips pressed to mine.
She lets me have my way, my desire for her controlling the movements.
I mold my body to fit over hers, moving as close as I can.
She sucks on my bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. Blood rushes to my groin.
I reach over to pull out the emergency stop. The elevator comes to a halt, but I continue to kiss her like it’s the last time. Her fingers curl into my hair, scraping my scalp at my nape. I reach up under her T-shirt, searching for the clasp of her bra.
Her skin is velvet beneath my fingertips. I need to get closer to her. This contact isn’t enough. Backing up slightly, I see on her face that she wants me too. Her blue eyes are dark, dipping over me.
I reach down, pulling on the zipper of my jeans. She mimics the movement, tugging hers down over her hips with her bright blue thong. If there are cameras in this elevator, someone is about to get an eyeful.
She shoves her hand into her tiny purse to pull out a condom. I take it from her, ripping the foil with my teeth. I sheathe myself with the thin rubber before reaching under her butt to lift her up to rest on the railing. She grips the metal bar with one hand, the other wrapping around my neck.
She kisses my jawline, fingernails scraping against my nape.
I watch her face as I find her entrance with the head of cock. She gasps, eyelids drooping as I rub it over her clit, spreading her wetness around.
“Luke . . .” she begs, whimpering.
The contact is heaven, and I savor the sensation of her slick pussy on the head of my cock for a blissful moment before rocking my body into hers, pushing into her with one thrust. Her face is pure ecstasy, and watching the reactions I draw from her is better than any narcotic on the black market.
“Luke, you’re . . . you’re . . .”
“What, Miss Dawson?” I whisper next to her ear. “What am I?” I thrust my hips harder, the sound of our flesh smacking together echoing inside the empty elevator.
“You’re my boss,” she whispers back, biting down on her lip.
“Does that mean I can tell you what to do?” Sweat beads on my lower back.
I pull my face back from her ear. She simply nods, eyes wide.
“Hold on tighter,” I instruct.
“Yes, sir.”
It’s unreal to be this close to someone I care so much about. Sex has never meant anything to me beyond physical pleasure, but with Kate, this act of intimacy has become so much more intense. Now that I’m experiencing it with her, I can’t fathom ever doing it with anyone else.
She’s gripping my shoulders despite the cuts on her wrists. I adjust my hold on her to make sure she’s comfortable on the railing, whispering to ask if she is.
I drop my head down to her shoulder as my orgasm rapidly approaches. She’s quivering in my arms, and my hand finds her clit, putting just enough pressure to drive her over the edge.
She’s wrecked me. I resisted every woman who attempted to crack my shell until this one came along like kryptonite to destroy me. She tenses underneath me.
“You’ve wrecked my control. Since the day I met you, I’ve never felt so drawn to anyone the way I am to you.”
I’m still pounding into her. She scrapes my scalp again, kissing my ear. She moans into me, her thighs starting to shake as the orgasm rips through her.
“Kate,” I cry out, letting the tidal wave of pleasure crash over me. I pulse into her, giving into the overwhelming emotional high that has joined us together.
It lasts for several long moments before I come back down, kissing her lips one last time.
Her head is back, resting against the wall of the elevator as she breathes heavily. Her muscles are relaxed, cheeks flushed.
We just had sex in a public elevator.
I glance around the four corners in search of cameras. Unless something changed recently, there shouldn’t be. I checked when I first moved in. Kate pulls out a tissue from a little pack in her purse, taking the condom from me to wrap it up.
After pulling up my jeans, I help her down off the rail. Her eyes dip over me before looking away sheepishly. She pulls her jeans and underwear back up.
“I have to go to New York City,” I tell her.
Her eyes jump up to mine. “Why?”
“Fallon . . . needs to know the truth about Garrison. She could be in danger.”
She nods, uncertainty in her gaze. I reach for her hand, and she places it in mine. Pushing the emergency stop button again sends us back on our journey up into my penthouse.
I have to tell my sister who she’s married to, and I don’t trust the security of modern technology.
Flying to New York to see my sister in person is my only option.
I would take Kate with me, but the FBI wants to question her about the attack at Bradshaw Enterprises.
They’ve stationed agents outside my penthouse, and Jackson promised to stay and protect her.
I can’t wait any longer. I should’ve left already.