“Yes,” he coaxes. “You have no fucking idea how hot you are,” he groans, pulling a strap of my dress down and kissing, nipping down my shoulder to my breast.
My voice deserts me and I can’t reply other than to angle my hips to take him deeper. My nails scratch at his jacket, in an effort to hold on to him.
It’s fast. It’s dirty. And I want to remember every last detail.
The elevator door dings. I’m still trying to get my breathing to a normal rate, but at least my hair doesn’t give anything away. My dress is as smooth as it can be, but there’s no doubt that I’m a hue pinker than I ought to be given that the city has a chill in the air this late in April.
As I walk with him, keeping pace, I remind myself there are no obligations. This is nothing but a fling, or an office fuck buddy. Given that I haven’t dated in the better part of a decade other than the one-night stands I had to celebrate leaving my piece of shit ex, I have no idea what we are.
But I want more of it.
The thought of whatever we are is both exciting and terrifying. Adrian makes me feel things, but I’m smart enough not to fall for him. I have to be, or this could end very badly. Hands to my hair, I smooth it down one more time and prepare to tell him a quick good night. My heels click on the marble floor of the lobby and I note that the place is nearly vacant. But not entirely. No one looks our way, though. I thank my lucky stars for that.
As we get to the large glass doors that lead to the bustling streets, I start what I think will be an acceptable farewell, “That was—”
“Come with me tonight.” He’s firm, businesslike as he stands toe to toe with me, waiting for an answer. His words reverberate through me, cutting off the farewell in addition to my thoughts.
“You don’t need to buy me dinner.”
“Do you eat?” he questions and there’s not a trace of humor.
“Yes.”
“Good.” His eyes glint. “I want to feed you. Besides, we have things to discuss and we have—”
“You’ve made decisions regarding my department?” I question him, the sight from this afternoon putting me on edge instantly. “The only thing I’ve received from your team is a request for the client list.”
That list is as good as gold. Everything they wanted in that email was essentially preparing paperwork so that another person could take over if need be. I’m not stupid, but I am under contract and not the only one with the list.
“We won’t be discussing work at dinner.”
“I can damn well discuss what I’d like.”
“Watch that mouth of yours.” His mouth quirks but he doesn’t quite smile. More of a smirk. “It’s after six,” he whispers, and with the look he gives me, I glance over my shoulder to be sure no one is watching.
Adrian fixes his cuffs, readjusting his sleeves. “I have a late meeting with an associate. His wife wanted to do a tour of New York on a private ship. You could accompany me. The meeting will be short, and they’re good company. I’ve heard the chef they hired for tonight is excellent as well.”
The heat from the elevator is back, and all of it is on my face. “I thought we were just—”
“I want more than sex, Suzette. Although I enjoy that immensely.”
“What exactly do you want, Mr. Bradford?”
“To get to know you,” he says simply.
It throws me off. What we were doing in his office and the elevator is so forbidden that I’d assumed we would have strong boundaries and never cross them. Getting to know each other is definitely crossing them. “Well … the first thing I typically tell someone is I’m divorced and I hate the male species.”
The lift of his brow is telling: I wasn’t acting like I hated him in the elevator. “Surely there is more to you than your dating status.”
I hesitate. “I’m not looking for anything serious.”
“Having dinner after sex is serious?”
“Hanging on your arm as a date to an after-hours event? Being seen together … that’s not discreet.”
“I assure you, my evenings are discreet. Nearly everyone I speak to has signed an NDA with me at some point or another and it’s all business.”
“If you think you need to woo me or somehow …” I can’t finish. I don’t know how to say what I’m thinking.
“Or what?”
I decide to be blunt. “I don’t mind just being a fuck toy,” I admit to him, my voice low. “In fact, I enjoy it.”
He groans as if I said it just to torture him. “Your fucking mouth, Suzette.”
He must know how hot he is when he does that. When he speaks to me like that. It’s not fair in the least. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from grinning. A genuine smile, different from the one I use in meetings or when I pass people in the hall at work.
He straightens and runs a hand over his mouth. “I’ll make this very simple for you. I’m attracted to you. I’d like you to come with me tonight. Now say yes.”
I try to read his expression. Unsettled and hot, I search for the meaning behind his words and the meaning behind his intentions. More importantly, what they’ll do to me.
“Don’t make me beg, Suzette,” he states as if he really would. “Come. Say yes.”
I answer without thinking, “Yes.”
Adrian
Suzette’s phone rings the moment she gets into the car and she chooses not to answer it, texting instead.
With a cocked brow, I glance at her phone and she shakes her head, her expression not hiding the humor. She holds up her phone and says, “My friend Maddie.”
The texts read as follows:
* * *
Sorry, can’t take the call, everything okay?
* * *
Fine. Any word on what Lucifer is planning to do?
* * *
Nothing yet.
* * *
Well come over and drink with me, we’ll do a binge watch of Grey’s or something.
* * *
I have to work.
* * *
Booooo. Well don’t let Lucifer get you down.
* * *
“Lucifer?” I question, feeling the corners of my lips pull into a knowing smirk.
She clears her throat, crossing her legs in an attempt to look dignified. “When I heard Holt sold the company to some asshole with a reputation … We nicknamed him Lucifer.”
My smile grows. “Hmm, sounds like a prick.”
She has the decency to appear nervous under my gaze.
“Why is she asking about the company?”
“I outsource to her at times. And I’ve been … nervous and venting to her.”
“You overthink things.”
“I think them through as much as I need to, thank you for your concern, though,” she responds with every ounce of the defiance I covet.
“Your smart mouth reminds me of something.” My cock hardens as I pull out my phone and read her messages aloud.
“I’d like the wall first, fucking me midday so everyone could hear what you do to me.” My tone is even as I read but when I pause, I make my desire obvious, readjusting in my seat. With a devilish grin I peek over at Suzette, finding her cheeks to be a scarlet red. A gruff chuckle escapes me as her lips part and her eyes widen.
“Adrian.” The admonishment is hushed and it’s only when her gaze darts to the front of the car that I understand why.
“Noah, would you put the divider up please,” I call up to him and within seconds the dark partition is in place, granting us more privacy.
“You’re blushing as badly as I am,” she teases, joy clearly peppered in the statement. I can feel the heat in my cheeks.
“I’m sure he didn’t hear anything,” I tell her, although … I have no fucking clue. “He’s signed a nondisclosure agreement,” I add for good measure.
Before she can distract from the conversation anymore, I read the second text. “At night, I’d love for you to fuck me against the window, so I could feel the city beneath
us and know every single one of them would trade places with us in a heartbeat.” My words are spoken lowly, carefully but not in a whisper.
With her hands spearing through her hair that sits on her shoulders, she pulls the loose strands back as if she needs to feel the cool air against the back of her neck. “What?” she says and shrugs, her expression the picture-perfect resemblance of a minx.
“We have a work relationship during those hours, Ms Parks. I’m going to have to punish you for such … foul language and indiscretion.”
Her brow arches, although she plays along with me. “Should I not respond to you then from nine to six?”
“It depends,” I answer, “do you want me to play with you in the car on the way to dinner or not?”
Her simper grows wider. “That depends. What exactly do you have in mind for my punishment?”
Her chest rises with a heavy breath and her skin flushes as I unzip my pants and pull my cock through. At the sight of a bead of precum, Suzette licks her lower lip. I pat my lap. “Lay your head here and put your ass up on the seat so I can reach you.”
Lying across the seat, her buckle still in place, she eagerly takes the head of my dick in her mouth, moaning and sending soft vibrations of lust to run through me.
I stifle the groan and press the intercom button for Noah. “Go round the block if we get there before I call up.”
“Yes, sir,” he answers back just in time for my little vixen to pull herself off my dick with a little pop. She works my length as she looks up at me, a perfect view of her breasts on full display.
“Back down, take your punishment like a good girl.”
She asks breathlessly, her lips already reddened and slightly swollen, “This is my punishment?”
Smirking down at her, I take my time, pulling up her dress and feeling her bare pussy already wet. “My cock is to keep you quiet.”
She eases herself back down my length and I palm one globe of her ass before squeezing it and then the other, warming her ass up.
“You’re going to take my cock as far down your throat as you can,” I tell her, lowering my lips to be closer to her ear. “And I’m going to toy with you, spank you, and bring you to the edge.”
Her gorgeous blue eyes look up at me through her thick lashes and I swear it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “Don’t you dare bite me,” I warn her before slapping my hand against her ass. It’s enough that my palm stings, her mouth opens wider and my cock drives deeper into the back of her throat.
She doesn’t choke, but she sputters. The sensation of my cock being pressed against the back of her throat feels like heaven.
My middle finger drops lower, playing between her folds as I wait for her to readjust. With my toes curled, and her mouth already bringing me close, I spank her ass again and again. Two quick strikes and she cries out, whimpering and pulling off my cock.
Thank fuck.
Barely containing myself, I tsk her as if she isn’t doing everything perfectly. Everything is just as I want.
“Adrian,” she pleads, but doesn’t object, taking a moment to readjust, the leather groaning beneath us.
“You’re doing well,” I say and comfort her, rubbing soothing circles against her heated skin. With her lips putting pressure on the head of my cock, she works her way down again and I’m quick to decide on the punishment in my head. There’s no fucking way I can get through ten of these. “Two more,” I barely get out, the pleasure building.
I make them harder than the first two, and the slaps resonate in the small cabin.
She groans, her cheeks hollowing and her brow pinched until I massage the sensitized skin and then lean over more. With one hand splayed across her back, keeping her down, the other is in the perfect position to play with her pussy.
She jerks on my cock as I dip my middle finger inside her, curling it and finding that sweet spot. I know the moment I hit it because she writhes for me, unable to stay still.
Thank fuck. “I want to feel you come on my hand,” I tell her and she mewls. She fucking mewls for me and then she moans my name as if she’s already on edge.
I’m merciless as I finger fuck her, desperate for her to come before I do. She loses her composure, pulling off my cock and opting to pump me with her hand so she can breathe in short pants.
“Adrian.” She says my name as if she’s begging.
“Come for me. You’re such a good fucking slut for me, taking whatever I give you.”
“Oh my fuck,” she says as her hands grip my thigh, her back arches and she cries out her pleasure into my suit pants, burying her head there and leaving my cock aching with need.
When she spasms around my fingers, I swear it takes all of me not to come undone with her.
“Good girl.” The praise comes with deeper, calming breaths and she pushes herself up with chaotic ones of her own.
She glances down at my erection as I pull out a tissue to clean up after her release. I save my fingers for last.
The moment it looks like she’s going to attend to me, I tell her to wait. “When we stop, I want my cock buried inside of you.” Surprise lights her eyes. With her lips still parted, I run my thumb along her bottom lip. “As good as your mouth is, I think I’d rather bring you to the edge again.”
And that’s exactly what I do. I fuck her hard enough to rock the car in the dock’s parking lot after asking Noah to take a walk so we could have a moment. I have her bite down on the leather to keep her as quiet as she can be.
It’s much darker with the short hour it’s taken to get to the dock, and cooler by the Hudson River. As I open the car door for Suzette, silently thanking Noah for parking in a rather private area of the lot, the breeze sweeps by us.
“I don’t think I’ve ever taken a tour of New York at night on a cruise ship,” Suzette comments softly as she steps out, her hand in mine. Her heels click on the pavement and she looks out toward the harbor.
I can barely focus on what she’s said as the chill hits us. “Do you have a jacket?”
“I wasn’t expecting to come out tonight.”
“I’ll have Noah deliver one.” The moment I’ve shut the door, I slip off my jacket that’s far too large for her and wrap it around her shoulders.
“You don’t have to,” she says as she shakes her head, her locks falling down her shoulders as she does. She smiles up at me with a sweet, sated look on her face. “But I appreciate it.”
With my arm wrapped around her back, I hum in response and search the dock for Trent’s ship.
From where we’re standing, I’m not sure which ship is his and where we should start.
“And they say chivalry is dead,” she teases.
Without thinking much of it, I murmur, “If I’m going to fuck you in the back of my car, I can at least make sure you’re comfortable after.”
“And to think I just called you a gentleman.”
“Mr. Bradford,” Noah says behind me, clearing his throat.
If I could experience shame, I’m certain I’d feel it at this moment. “Noah,” I say and turn to face him, not missing the glee that shines in her devilish eyes. “I was just about to message you.
“If you could see to it, Ms. Parks doesn’t have a jacket this evening. Very much my fault.”
“Say no more, sir.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you so much,” Suzette speaks up, “but truly—”
“Truly you will be cold once we set off, and as much as I adore you in my jacket, I’m not sure it’s the look you’ll be going for.”
There’s a pause where Suzette stares back at me, and I wonder if my little vixen is going to fight me on something so simple.
“Mr. Weston is near the northern end, I believe,” Noah speaks before she can object. “His wife Laura is hard to miss tonight. And I’ll see to it that there’s a jacket on your shoulders that’s more suitable, Ms. Parks.” With a nod, he’s off before Suzette can object. I make a mental note to give Noah a
bonus for his discretion.
“You don’t have to buy me things.”
“It’s a jacket,” I state as if it’s nothing.
“Come, the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline are waiting for us.”
“It’s why I love the city,” she says and there’s an awe in her tone that draws me closer. With my hand on the small of her back, she leans in closer. I fucking love it. Those walls of hers are crumbling down.
“The skyline?”
“How bright it is at night. How beautiful and lively.”
“It is the city that never sleeps.” Walking toward the railing, we take a moment to appreciate the towering steel lit with shades of blue and yellow lights. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum in agreement, watching her take in the view as the water crashes beneath us.
“I’ve never taken a tour of the city via cruise either. If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t.”
Peeking up at me, Suzette questions, “You wouldn’t have come?”
“I would have, and I would have made the deal before the ship left. It’s the same with the galas and charity balls and all of these … social gatherings. I stay at the bar, I meet and greet who I must and then I leave.”
“All work and no play,” she comments, her eyes locked on mine. There’s a softness tonight I only got glimpses of before.
“Would you like to wait here for your jacket, or meet the hosts for the evening?”
“I think we should get on with it,” she answers, shedding my jacket from her shoulders.
“That’s not going to happen.” I scold her lightly, slipping the jacket into place. “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a jacket while you shiver.”
“I won’t shiver.” The wind rushes by in that moment, as if to prove she’s a liar.
A rough chuckle leaves me and I give her the option again. “We can wait here if you’d like or if you don’t mind wearing my jacket for a moment, we can start the night.”
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