Chapter 1 #2
I’d prayed and fantasized about a moment like this.
Matter of fact, one of my fantasies featured me in his office and now, after weeks of bad news, the universe was finally tossing me a piece of cake and I was completely fucking it up.
I mean, what are the odds of being stuck in the elevator with the one man you’ve wanted so badly?
Another glance at Kazimir, tracing his features from his sharp cheekbones to his strong jawline. Confidence wrapped around him like a second skin, exuding pure male appeal.
A fire started in the pits of my belly as the temperature in the room turned up a notch.
His body slightly shifted to the right, revealing a smooth sliver of tan skin between his unbuttoned shirt.
A suit sans tie. My absolute kryptonite and his everyday outfit. I was shamelessly checking him out, my mouth dried of saliva, body humming with something I was too afraid to name.
His brows furrowed as he tinkered with his watch while my brain tinkered with the thoughts in my head.
“Live. Get out of my safety net and spend whatever is left of my life living, doing what makes me happy and try out everything I’ve always wanted to do.”
The words were neatly tucked in the last page of my diary but now they haunted me with a derisive undertone, daring me to make good on my claims.
The lights flickered again, taking a longer time to come back. Like something was giving me a silent countdown and indicating I was running out of time.
My heart thudded in my chest, sweat collected in my palm and the files I was clutching to my chest suddenly felt too heavy.
He was so close, close enough for me to make out the coffee in his cologne and flecks in his eyes. My stomach tightened into knots as blood traveled to a tiny nub in between my legs. It was now or never.
For the first time, I had nothing to lose. It didn’t matter how it turned out or if I lost my job. I already had less than two months to live, I might as well snag a memory to help me through the difficult days.
Maybe he felt me draw closer or felt the fragments of my emotions settling into a single agreement, Kazimir’s face lifted in my direction and I seized the moment before my head took over.
Standing on the tip of my toes, I closed the distance between us and sealed my lips over his.
I felt him stiffen. Time stood frozen, the interior of the elevator disappeared from my peripheral vision and the air thickened as I moved my lips against his rigid form.
I had only kissed two boys in my life. Liam from high school and Paul from college and both events did not last long enough for me to gather the required skills. I had figured he would respond when I kissed him but his lips were as stiff as strawboards.
My heart raced behind my ribs, thudding against my chest like a caged animal as I came to the realization that this was the worst idea ever.
What was I thinking? He could totally sue me for assault. I barely had enough money for myself and now I was racking up a lawsuit to follow me to the grave?
It was probably less than two seconds but it felt like the longest moment of my life and just when I had gathered the courage to pull back, strong arms wrapped around my waist and hot tongue invaded my mouth.
My eyes flew open, body turning molten from the sudden invasion of his tongue.
I barely registered the dull thud of the files hitting the ground as I let myself get lost in his kiss.
It was far better than anything I ever imagined. He kissed as hard as I thought he would, strong, bruising and almost punishing but there was an addition I never saw coming. The sensuality of it.
The way his teeth nipped and his tongue lapped the pain before it registered and the way his soft lips caressed mine.
It was an intoxicating mix of hard and sexy that poured liquid heat into me.
I tried to reciprocate with a force of my own but I was no match for the strong hands gripping my waist or the tongue tasting every corner of my mouth and soon, I was gripping his hair for support, oxygen was a forgotten concept.
My back was pressed against the cool steel before my body could register moving. I was burning everywhere he touched. I clawed at the layers of clothing covering him, seeking access to the skin I’d seen through his shirt.
I wasn’t greedy by any level but I wanted more. I wanted to feel his hot lips on every inch of my skin and I wanted to feel his muscles ripple beneath my touch.
The lights finally went off, throwing us into complete darkness and that was the last shot of courage I needed.
Kazimir pushed me further into the steel, his thigh found its way between my legs as his lips disconnected from mine.
My protest died on my tongue when I felt his teeth on my neck. My nipples pebbled, brushing against my lacey underwear and his chest. Heat rushed straight to my core and pulled there.
“Oh god,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders for support. His thigh inched higher, hiking up my skirt. The pressure on my clit was electrifying. My hips began rocking, chasing the growing pressure.
Kazimir dragged his teeth from the corner of my neck to its base, sucking and nibbling while his hand palmed my boob through the light cotton fabric of my shirt.
I arched my back, granting him more access while my hips continued to chase the growing high.
A loud moan stole from my breath when he pinched a pebbled knob through my shirt. I was delirious with pleasure and could feel my wetness seeping into his trousers as I kept grinding.
Whoever said fantasy was close to the real world was a cheap liar. I’d lived in fantasy for the longest time and even the best of it could not compare.
Kazimir’s thigh disappeared from between my legs but his fingers replaced them almost immediately.
He let out a growl that forced my walls to clench when he found my cunt.
“Do you get this wet for men you meet in elevators?”
“No,” I answered almost too quickly.
His finger slid up, finding my throbbing clit. “So it’s a favour you’ve been saving for me?” He muttered into my ears, softly nibbling on the lobe. “Snuck into my elevator with a wet pussy begging to be fucked.”
There was something about a man who stood tall, dressed in suits and spoke in boardrooms talking dirty to you in a dark elevator while his fingers massaged your clit that dotted my vision with stars and turned my legs to jelly.
Kazimir leaned further, supporting my weight with his body. “Spread your legs.”
My legs began parting before my head registered the order. His finger entered with some resistance. I had to shift to make room for him.
My slender phalanges were no match for his longer thicker ones and it filled me completely.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned against my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. He held his finger in without moving.
My walls clenched painfully around his finger, begging him to move.
“Please…” I choked out. His unmoving finger inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit edged me to the brink of insanity.
“Please?”
“Please—”
The lights came on followed by the soft hum of the elevator. I froze, my plea died in my throat.
In the history of bad timing, this had to take the cake. I shrunk into the elevator wall, desperately willing it to open into some sort of magical portal.
I couldn’t bring myself to confront the reality of how I looked with my buttons undone, skirt ruched around my waist and Kazimir’s finger inside me.
Mortification burned through the haze of lust clouding my sense of judgement, bringing with it awareness and shame.
“Look at me.” Kazimir’s order came out rough and clipped but my body didn’t move in response this time.
Without warning, his finger pulled back, pushing back into me with a force that tore a loud moan from me.
“Fuck,” I yelled, feeling my body spasm from the intrusion.
“Look. At. Me.”
My eyes fell open without hesitation and my head lifted. The look in his eyes knocked off whatever was left of the oxygen in my lungs.
His icy blue orbs had adapted a dark shade, almost too dark. They searched my face, trailing down my parted shirt and my breasts peeking from them before settling on his hand disappearing into my skirt.
I held my breath as he leaned forward. The darkness had offered me a cover and courage and now in the light, I was exposed with nowhere to hide.
His arm went over me, to the control button and a short beep followed. Was he stopping the elevator? Was he going to kick me out?
My eyes followed to find the number 37 glowing on screen.
We were heading to the 37th floor? That was the… the look in his eyes confirmed my suspicion. We were heading to his penthouse.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. When I made the decision to kiss him, I was merely acting on impulse. I wanted to be bold for once, take what I wanted and know what his touch felt like but I never factored it going this far.
“Having second thoughts?”