Chapter Two Ford #3
“I hate it too,” I said sincerely. “But I swear that I don’t want her. You’re the only woman I want to touch me.”
To prove my point, I rolled my hips against her, letting her feel the erection pressing against the front of my slacks. “That’s for you, Angel. Seeing you in this dress, feeling your body against me, it’s driving me crazy.”
She gasped, her eyes widening. “Ford… you didn’t bring me in here to-”
“Hell yes, I did. I can’t stay out there talking to stuffy old board members while I’ve got this throbbing need for you, now can I?”
“We shouldn’t…”
But the thrill in her voice said otherwise. She wanted this.
“I don’t care. I’m not leaving this room until I’ve made you come.”
Grabbing her by the hips, I turned to face the counter, lifting her until her ass was perched on the edge.
I fumbled to open my pants, burning desire making my movements clumsy.
Zoey yanked up the hem of her dress until the silky fabric was gathered at her hips, and I licked my lips at the sight of black lace between her thighs.
“Did you wear this for me?” I asked in a husky voice, slipping a finger beneath the damp fabric covering her pussy. “Were you hoping for this to happen?”
“Always.”
With that, I took her mouth in a heated kiss, my tongue plunging in to taste her even as I yanked her panties to the side and lined myself up at her entrance. My hips snapped forward, driving deep inside of her, causing us both to groan into our kiss.
Zoey’s hands slipped under my jacket and around to my back, pulling me closer as she arched into me. I held on to her hips as I thrust in and out of her, the wet sounds of sex filling the small room.
I broke the kiss, needing to pull oxygen into my lungs, and Zoey’s lips brushed along my jaw. “Fuck, Zoey,” I ground out, picking up my pace. “You always feel so good.”
I could tell she was trying not to be too loud, but there was no holding back her moans of pleasure as I rode her hard and fast. I’d quickly lost control, the warmth and heat of her driving all rational thought from my mind.
All I could do was follow my instinct to slam into her over and over until we were both at the peak of pleasure.
Zoey loved it like this, craved the desperate way my body dominated her at the height of passion. Her hands fisted my shirt at the small of my back, and her legs wrapped around my hips. Everything about her screamed for more.
And I gave it to her.
“Come for me, Angel,” I murmured into her ear. “And then, I’ll fill you up. I want to know that your little black panties are soaked by me for the rest of the night.”
Zoey was the first woman that I’d ever taken bare, and I loved it. She was on the birth control shot, so I had nothing to worry about there. It felt so good to have nothing between us, and I was obsessed with the feeling of her silk walls tightening around me.
She hissed my name as she came with a shudder, and my own climax followed almost immediately. I buried my face in her neck as I came, my teeth nipping at her skin and my hips grinding into her while I unloaded everything I had to give.
When it was over, I stayed there for a moment, my arm locked around her body as I kissed her temple. The heat between us faded and left behind this moment of tender intimacy that made me dread going back to the party where I had to pretend that she was nothing more than an acquaintance.
But I didn’t have a choice. The two of us had kept our relationship a secret for so long that it would be stupid to go public with it now. It would tarnish my reputation at the worst time, just weeks before the board made its decision about who to promote.
So, I touched one more kiss to Zoey’s lips before leading her out of the room.
But as we stepped into the hallway, I glanced in the direction away from the ballroom, where there was an exit onto the event center’s terrace.
There was no reason for anyone to be there, and I wasn’t sure what made me even look in that direction, but my stomach dropped when I saw the chief of medicine, Dr. Serrano standing on the other side of those glass doors.
His phone was at his ear, and I assumed he’d stepped out there to take a private call.
Not that it really mattered why he was there. All that mattered was that he’d seen me walk out of that greenroom with Zoey. He could easily come to the correct conclusion about what we were up to.
Shit.
“I’ll head back into the ballroom first, okay?” Zoey asked, and I snapped my eyes back to her. She hadn’t seen Dr. Serrano, and I opened my mouth to tell her but hesitated at the last second.
There was really no point in worrying her until I knew if he was going to make this a problem.
Maybe he’d keep quiet about it, or maybe he wouldn’t assume to know anything about what we might have been doing in that room.
That was probably too much to hope for, but I was a man that liked to dream big.
For now, I’d just keep my mouth shut and hope that no matter what Dr. Serrano thought he saw, he’d do the same.