“If you’ll excuse us. Kora and I have some unfinished business to attend to,” Donovan said to Trina as he reached for Kora’s hand while he still held the door open. Kora didn’t look at Trina when Donovan pulled her out into the hall, nor did she look back when he immediately opened another door. Her mind was spinning as she followed him inside the small, dark room, only briefly wondering what had happened to their bathroom plans.
But then, when Donovan put his mouth on hers, she forgot all about the bathroom.
And everything else, for that matter.
WHEN DONOVAN HAD FOLLOWED Kora out of the banquet room, he’d waited a moment at the end of the hallway to see if anyone had noticed. Not that he really gave a shit what those snooty-ass people at the shower thought, but he’d wanted to ensure someone wouldn’t follow them. After all, what he’d said to Kora had been true. He got the distinct feeling that once he was inside her, he wouldn’t be able to stop until they were both delirious.
Then, as he’d suspected would happen, Trina had followed Kora, and a few minutes later, another woman had come down the hall. That was when he’d realized the place was too busy for the bathroom to be clear for long. So, he’d done a little recon, finding an unlocked door to a storage closet directly across from the women’s restroom.
Once the coast had been clear, he’d retrieved her, and here they were.
Except Donovan hadn’t expected this.
His mouth on hers … yeah, that had been the plan, but he hadn’t expected her to be quite so pliant against him. So willing. Eager. Her lips were soft, warm. He tasted the sweetness of 7Up as his tongue collided with hers. And the sexy moans that escaped her… Fuck. This was going to be harder than he’d thought it would be.
Wanting to see her, Donovan reached up, searching the air above his head for the string he’d seen dangling from the single light bulb. When he found it, he yanked, and the light flickered on, bathing them in a dingy yellow glow. It was enough. Enough that he could see every nuance of her expression as he touched her.
Cupping her face, Donovan slid his fingers into her silky hair, firmly holding her in place as he molded his body to hers, pushing her against the wall, her breasts crushed against his chest.
She was soft and warm, her mouth supple beneath his.
Damn.
This was definitely unexpected.
Kora’s hand flattened over his, pulling it from where he’d been cupping her face. She drew his arm down and forced his hand between their bodies.
“Touch me,” she moaned softly. “Please, touch me.”
Sliding his hand up her thigh, Donovan willed his heart to slow. He was a fucking patient man, always had been; he was groomed for moments like this, needing the stone-cold façade in order to keep his opponents on edge. Well, not exactly like this. But he knew how to maintain his cool, how to slow his heart rate so that he could think clearly.
Except at that moment, all the coaching and schooling he’d endured was fucking useless because he was overwhelmed by this woman. Her scent, her taste, the smoothness of her skin against his palm.
“Kora,” he mumbled, pulling his mouth from hers and kissing her jaw, her neck. “You sure about this?”
“So sure,” she said, her fingers sliding into his hair, pulling him to her. “Need this.”
He did, too. So fucking much it hurt.
Here was a woman he’d met less than an hour ago, and he felt as though he’d known her forever, felt as though every touch was at least a year, yet it would never be enough. What it was about her, he didn’t know, wasn’t even sure he wanted to know, but he was sucked into her orbit, captivated beyond measure.
Sliding his finger beneath the elastic band of her panties, Donovan lifted his head to watch her.
“You’re wet for me,” he whispered against her cheek. “So wet.” He dipped his finger inside her, the warm clasp of her cunt gripping him.
“Don’t tease,” she muttered. “Want to feel you.”
“Condom,” he told her. “In my wallet. Inside pocket of my jacket.”
He continued to tease her slowly, flattening his palm against her clit while he curled one finger, then two, inside her while she reached for his wallet.
“Open it,” he instructed when she held out the small foil packet.
Donovan continued to watch her as she tore open the foil with her teeth, her breaths raspy, interspersed with sharp inhales and sexy moans. He didn’t let up, continuing to finger her while he waited patiently.
“Put it on me.” He didn’t want to stop touching her, but he knew he would have to or this could take forever, and at this point, his cock was rock hard, throbbing incessantly, desperate and aching.
He’d had hookups before, but never this sudden. And possibly not this fantastic.
It took her a minute to free him from his slacks, then roll the condom down his length. He hissed in a breath when she stroked him firmly, making his eyes cross.
Although he suspected this was supposed to be a one-time encounter, Donovan wasn’t sure once would be enough.
In fact, he knew it wouldn’t.
Four
KORA WASN’T SURE HOW they’d gotten to this point so quickly, but she didn’t really give a shit, either. The only thing she cared about was feeling Donovan, the rough scrape of his jaw against her cheek, the warmth of his fingers on her flesh, the exquisite glide of his mouth over hers.
She needed more. So much more.
In the span of a few minutes, he’d already made her body burn hotter than anything she’d ever felt before. She was to the point that the ache between her thighs throbbed painfully, leaving her longing to feel him inside her, filling her. She needed him. And she needed him now.
After rolling the condom over his thick, heavy cock, Kora sucked in a breath, desperate and yearning. When he slid the engorged head through her slick folds, she whimpered. He was big, bigger than she’d expected. Definitely bigger than Sam had been, which both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.
“You sure about this?” he asked again.
Seriously, how many times was he going to make her tell him this was exactly what she wanted? She’d never been so sure of anything in her life.
Rather than answer him, she reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his erection and guiding him where she needed him, hissing when the blunt head pressed against her entrance.
“Donovan,” she whispered. “Please.”
Thankfully, Donovan took it from there, his big hand sliding beneath her thigh, lifting her leg against his hip as he forced her hand away and gripped himself, aligning their bodies perfectly. He’d been teasing her ruthlessly since they’d stepped into that closet, and now, the only thing she wanted was to be filled by him.
“Hold on to me, Kora,” Donovan instructed, his gravelly voice loud in the small space.
Would someone hear them? Did they already know that they’d disappeared? Were they looking?
His hips pushed forward, his cock slipping inside.
“Oh, God, yes,” she hissed.
At that moment, she didn’t care if everyone at the fucking baby shower was standing outside that door. Hell, she didn’t care if they watched. Not when Donovan was slowly penetrating her, driving all thoughts from her mind.
Kora slid her arms around his neck, holding him tight as he brought their bodies together, pushing inside, filling her… God, it felt so good … stretching her … oh, yes, more ... making her moan.
“Kora,” he growled against her ear, a rough, needy sound that matched what she was feeling. “Fuck, baby.”
She wasn’t sure why he was using terms of endearment, this was a one-time thing and she was more than willing to let him send her into hyperspace, but she could do without the needless chatter.
“Fuck me,” she insisted, tightening her hold around his neck, taking him deeper as his fingers dug into her thigh. “Hard.”
Donovan muttered something—something that sounded a lot like
God help me—but then, he thrust his hips forward, slamming into her, filling her completely.
Kora sucked in a breath, blinded by the overwhelming pressure, the sudden bite of pain that quickly dissipated, morphing into incredible pleasure. It was too much and not enough—all coalescing into a turbulent storm that she was eager to drown in.
“Don’t let go, Kora,” he demanded, and Kora realized her arms had slipped from around his neck. “Hold on tight.”
Needing him to give her more than he was, Kora dug her fingers into his shoulders, pressed her back against the wall, and rolled her hips, changing the angle, allowing him to slide deep, then withdraw. In, out. Slow, gentle.
Shit. He was driving her out of her mind. She wanted him to fuck her, to make her come. This … whatever he was doing was too intense.
“Faster,” she encouraged, trying to ride him, thrusting her hips forward to meet his.
“Not gonna happen,” he said. “Not yet.”
Kora pulled back, staring into those emerald depths. For the first time, she noticed the passion burning in his gaze. It matched his words from earlier, and she knew he wasn’t going to make this fast and dirty.
Well, dirty, maybe, because he chose that moment to start mumbling words in her ear, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other beneath her thigh as he rocked his hips forward, back.
“So fucking tight, Kora. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
His words caused her inner muscles to clench.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Take all of me, Kora.”
Her body tingled in places she hadn’t known could tingle.
Donovan lifted her leg higher, changing the angle once again. This time, he pulled back, putting a small amount of space between their upper bodies, allowing them both to look down to where they were joined.
His cock slid out, her juices glistening along his latex-covered length in the dim yellow light. His hips rocked forward and he was inside her again, sucking more air from her lungs. God, he was so big, so thick … it was overwhelming. In the best possible way.
And suddenly, she never wanted it to end.
DONOVAN WAS SWEATING. PARTIALLY due to the lack of air flow in the small storage room, but mostly from the effort it required to hold back. He’d known the moment he was sheathed inside Kora’s sweet body that he’d been right.
Once … probably wasn’t going to be enough.
Goddamn.
Donovan groaned. Fuck, she was tight. Her walls gripped him. And now, as he watched his dick slide into her warm body, feeling her clasping him, milking him, pulling him deeper… It took a fuck-load of determination not to come like this was his first goddamn time.
He groaned when her muscles tightened around him. He wasn’t going to be able to go slow for much longer. He wanted to slam into her, to nail her to the wall, to make her beg him to send her over. As it was, those moans were sexy as hell, but if they weren’t careful, someone was going to hear them.
Not that he gave a shit right then, but he figured Kora might. The only thing he cared about was the warm grip her pussy had on him, the tightness of her cunt, the sexy moans she didn’t hold back.
Kora was just what he wanted her to be. A woman lost in the intensity, giving herself over to the pleasure, riding the waves on her way to going over the edge. And he wanted to take her there, to ratchet up her need, to drive her higher until the only thing she could think about was how good he could make her feel.
“Need more, Donovan.”
He knew when to give in and now was that time. It was inevitable. It felt too good and the last thing he needed was to come before she did. Widening his stance and lifting Kora’s leg higher, he opened her wider as he glided his dick into her silky warmth once more. Without fail, his hips began a rhythm of their own, faster, harder, deeper.
Donovan fucked her, his mind numb from the pleasure, his body soaring as Kora’s nails bit into his shoulders, her breathy moans filling his ears.
“Oh, God.” Kora gasped. “Donovan, oh, fuck. I’m … gonna…”
“That’s it, baby,” he said, pounding into her, harder, deeper. “Come for me, Kora. Come all over my cock.”
When her face contorted, Donovan slammed his mouth over hers, stealing her cry as her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on him hard, drawing his release from him. He managed to stifle his own roar as he kissed her, a furious mating of tongues and teeth that didn’t hold a candle to the ecstasy that her body had wrought from him.
And before his heart rate had resumed a normal pace, before his lungs were replenished with oxygen, Donovan knew…
Once definitely wasn’t enough.
Five
COMPLETELY DEPLETED, KORA MANAGED to get her legs beneath her once again, her breathing finally returning to normal as Donovan removed the condom, tossing it in a trash bin in the corner before fixing her clothes for her. Apparently her body was too weak to listen to commands from her brain or she would’ve done it herself.
“Was that really as good as I think it was?” she asked, not considering what she was saying before the words were out there, unable to be taken back.
She expected a cocky response, but when Donovan spoke, he sounded as stupefied as she felt.
“Definitely,” Donovan agreed.
Opening her eyes, Kora met his intense gaze.
This was awkward.
She’d never done the deed in a storage closet with a guy she didn’t know, a guy she’d likely never see again, so she wasn’t sure what the rules were. Did she thank him for the orgasm? Did she simply turn and walk away? Was she expected to make small talk? Offer her phone number?
God, it was all too confusing.
Unfortunately, she didn’t know how it worked, so she stood there, staring at him.
“We should get back to the party,” he finally said.
Well, there you have it. She was supposed to pretend it never happened, which she could do.
Hopefully.
Nodding, she said, “Yes, we should.”
“You ready?” he asked.
Her legs still felt like limp noodles, but she managed to shore up her resolve, garner her strength, and push off the wall, brushing her hands over her hair as she did. When Donovan opened the door, Kora peeked out, and when she noticed the coast was clear, she stepped into the hall.
“Thanks,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder before she hurried into the ladies’ restroom, leaving him staring after her.
One look in the mirror told her she looked well and truly fucked. In a good way, but fucked nonetheless.
Her hair was a tangled mess, her mascara smeared, her lip gloss nonexistent. Knowing she couldn’t go back to the baby shower looking like this, Kora tried to reassemble herself as best she could. After a few minutes, she realized it wasn’t working.
There was no way she could walk back into that banquet room. It was bad enough her family and friends already thought she was a slut. This would only give them more reason to think that.
Was she? Did screwing some guy in a closet at her sister’s baby shower qualify her for slut-dom? He was, after all, her ex-boyfriend’s brother. Did that make it worse?
Not to mention, how was she supposed to face Donovan? Or Sam? That would make awkward seem like … well, something not nearly as bad as that.
What would she say to Sam? Or would she say anything at all?
“Damn it.”
As far as she was concerned, there was only one thing to do.
So, once again straightening her spine, Kora plastered on a smile and … made a beeline for her car.
DONOVAN KNEW KORA WAS gone. He’d known she would disappear as soon as they’d stepped out into the hallway. Her brief “thanks” had seemed inept, but he hadn’t known what to do or say. He got the distinct feeling that Kora had never done that before.
Had she been anyone else, that might have bothered him. Instead, Donovan felt the need to protect her, to shield her, to keep her
close.
More importantly, he wanted to do that again. Only this time, he intended to be in her bed when he made her come apart at the seams. He planned to have her naked, his mouth on every inch of her before he ever drove his dick into the sweet, warm depths of her body.
But he hadn’t been able to tell her that, so he’d simply returned to the baby shower, hoping no one had been looking for either of them while they’d been otherwise occupied.
Luckily, the mother-to-be was busy opening gifts, oohing and ahhing over every little thing. Really? Since when did a package of diapers deserve an Oscar-worthy performance?
When it was obvious no one had realized he’d been gone, Donovan made his way to the bar, ordering a drink, then resuming his post against the wall. Since Kora had left, he knew it would look suspicious if he did, so he was doomed to spend a little more time there. At least until he could meet up with Sam, give him the customary congratulations speech.
Then he’d be able to leave.
Reaching for his phone, he shot a text to his assistant, informing him that he needed an address for Kora Madison. She had disappeared, sure, but he wasn’t going to allow her to disappear forever. He fully intended to track her down. Tonight.
As he sipped his drink, he thought back to their rendezvous in the closet, to the way she’d felt, her pussy clamped on to his dick, her fingernails digging into him. They’d had on too many clothes, and he would’ve preferred to feel her nails raking down his bare skin. It was safe to say he wouldn’t forget what had happened between them.
“Hey.”
Donovan focused on the present, realizing Sam was standing directly in front of him, a curious expression on his face.
“Hey,” he greeted, tossing back what was left of his drink.
“I thought you left,” Sam told him, waving a waitress over.
Donovan shook his head.
“Where’d you go?”
Sam’s inquisitive look turned to one of skepticism, making Donovan realize his brother had probably noticed that he’d disappeared at the same time Kora had.
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