But when he rounded the corner to the short corridor that housed the door to the art director’s office, she was waiting in front of the closed door instead of on the other side of it. Her long, shapely legs peeked out from the beaded fringe that made up the hem of that short, black dress she wore.
He fought back a groan at the sight of her. She looked like sex on legs. Like a woman ready to be fucked, good and hard. And he was, quite literally, up for the job.
She read the question on his face and shrugged. “It’s locked.”
“What?” Frowning, he brushed past her and tried the knob, as if it were going to somehow magically unlock itself just because he desperately wanted it to. “Shit.”
He turned back to her and she ran her fingernails up the sleeve of his sweater. “Any idea if there’s a key around here?”
“No.” Frustration gnawed at his gut as he raked a hand through his hair. “He normally keeps it unlocked.”
Her eyes glinted with apology, and a hint of answering frustration. “I’m sorry. I guess it’ll have to wait.”
“Fuck that.” Thanks to her throaty little request back at the table to make her come, he was so raring to go he was pretty sure he’d explode if he wasn’t inside her soon.
Grabbing onto her by the elbows, he lifted her and set her onto the round artists stool that Patrick kept by the wall beside his office. The wheels rolled her backward and her shoulders hit the wall.
Her face colored with alarm. “What are you doing?”
Giving her a wolfish grin, he murmured, “What does it look like?”
When he coaxed her legs open and settled in-between them, pressing a hot kiss to her lips, her nails dug into his shoulders. She kissed him back, swiping her tongue into his mouth. Hesitantly at first, but then more and more boldly. He groaned against her lips and she pushed him away, breathing heavily.
“You can’t possibly think to do it here?”
“Why not?” he countered, sliding his hands against the outside of her thighs. The beads on her fringed hem tickled his palms, making him anxious to see what she wasn’t wearing beneath that dress. “We did it at the office party.”
Her hands closed over his, stopping him when they would’ve crept up her skirt. But frustrated arousal burned in her eyes. “That was different. We were behind a locked door.”
But he wasn’t about to give up. It would be another two hours before they’d be heading back to his place, and that was just too fucking long. “At the bar, then. There were no doors there.”
“It was dark,” she whispered, her tone growing weaker. “There wasn’t anyone we knew there, other than Zoey. Besides, we were down a long corridor at the bar. This one is tiny.”
It was true. This hallway was nothing more than an alcove really, tucking the office door out of sight from the main part of the gallery. If she were to spread her legs all the way, her foot would be visible to anyone who glanced this way.
Somehow, the thought only served to further excite him. And from the way her chest heaved, he could tell she felt the same.
“Don’t you like the idea?” he whispered. “Knowing that, at any moment, we could be spotted.”
“Sam,” she protested, her voice growing weaker.
“That someone might see you with your legs spread for me.”
“Sam...” Her voice was nothing but a raspy whisper now.
She was almost there. He knew it.
Shoving his body toward her, he allowed the thickness of his cock to graze her thigh. Showed her how ready for her he was. “Come on, baby. You know you want to.”
A sigh slipped from her lips and she rested her head back against the wall. “I can’t say no to you.”
Yes.
He shot her a wicked grin. “Why would you want to?”
When her only response was to release her grip on his hands, he uttered a silent victory chant and slid the fabric upward. Past her silky thighs and up over her hips. He didn’t stop until the hem was bunched around her waist.
Stepping back, he at last allowed himself a view of what he’d been dreaming of for the past two days.
“Shit, Diane,” he rumbled. “You’re so fucking hot.”
The folds of her pussy were bare and slick with her desire. All he could think of was how it felt to be inside there. To feel her tight heat clenching around his cock.
Soon he’d be able to do more than remember.
He trailed a lazy path inside her thighs with his hand, watching his finger disappear into her gorgeous little cunt. Reveling in the way her inner walls tightened around it. She was still soaked from her earlier orgasm. The knowledge that she’d let him finger fuck her into a climax in a room full of people made him want to immediately whip his dick out and shove it inside her. But first…
“Show me your beautiful tits,” he ordered, purposely infusing a layer of steel into his voice because he knew she liked it like that.
Her rib cage contracted at his harsh tone and her eyes grew hazy with arousal. “I…it zips in the back.”
Taking immediate action, he helped her sit upright and reached behind her to undo the zipper of the low-backed dress. With how strained his patience was, it was a miracle he didn’t tear the zipper right off. But somehow, he managed to get it undone without incident.
He yanked the fabric down her shoulders until her exquisite tits popped out. Their full weight gave a slight bounce that sparked an answering twinge in his dick.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.
“Sam,” she whispered, her voice heavy with need.
Swallowing the primitive growl that rested in his throat, he slid his hands to her thighs and nudged them open, then took a step back to admire the priceless work of art laid all but bare before him. The dusky rose tips of her nipples pointed out toward him, as if begging for his touch, and the pink folds of her pussy were slick and open for him. She looked like an offering to the gods…one he was ready to devour himself.
His finger slid into her. “I can’t believe it’s taken me all this time to realize how fucking hot you are.”
A shocked giggle escaped her. “You never noticed before?”
“Not as much as I should have, clearly.” He gave her a smirk. “Had I known the full extent, I would never have let Andrew date you.”
When her lips curved into a slight smile, he added, “In fact, I don’t think I would have rested a single moment until you let me inside you.”
Her eyes lidded. “So what’s taking you so long now?”
Never one to resist an invitation like that, he reached for the zipper of his jeans. But then he caught sight of the luscious folds of her pussy and realized he needed a taste. Now.
So instead, he dropped to his knees and buried his head in-between her splayed thighs, immediately setting his mouth on her.
“Sam,” she gasped, clutching his head.
“Mm.” His tongue flicked out to lap up some of her honeyed taste, then slid into her wet heat.
“Oh god.”
With a naughty chuckle, he proceeded to work his tongue in and out of her, reveling in her soft moans and gasps. In the feel of her around his tongue.
Finally, she yanked on his hair. “Sam. I need you.”
The plaintive note in her tone was his undoing. Cursing under his breath, he rose to his feet, undoing his zipper faster than seemed humanly possible. The condom came out of its wrapper and onto his dick with the same insane level of speed.
Then his cock was there, pressing into her soft, welcoming heat. And it was clenching him tight, urging him deeper inside. He gasped for breath as the world around them faded, leaving nothing but the sensation of their bodies joining. Of his body vibrating with desire for her.
He might not know much, but after less than a month with Diane, he did know this: being inside her was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced.
***
When Sam lodged himself to the hilt inside her and then stopped, Diane dug her fingers into the rock
-hard curves of his ass and tried not to cry out in pleasure. It was hard, so hard, when his thick cock was filling her so good. He was so deep inside her that she could barely breathe. Certainly couldn’t think.
Right now, nothing mattered but the way he made her feel.
Then he moved, pulling most of the way out before thrusting back in with such force that the stool slammed against the wall.
A sound that was half cry, half whimper tore out of her, and it only seemed to excite him. Leaning his upper body back so they made eye contact, he murmured, “You like that?”
“You…you know I do,” she gasped.
“Mm.” His eyes were dark with desire, the pupils almost overtaking the iris.
“Then tell me,” he commanded.
“I-I like it.”
“No,” he rumbled, his voice hard as he slid most of the way out again. “Say, ‘I like your cock in my pussy, Sam.’”
Biting back a moan, she repeated his words. He rewarded her with another brutal, driving thrust that filled her deeper than she could have ever imagined. The stool slammed against the wall again, but this time the low din of the exhibition happening mere yards away floated to her ears.
“Sa-Sam,” she murmured, trying to push back on his hips. “Someone might hear that.”
His eyes glittered darkly with the force of his passion. “What, the stool?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“So, what are you telling me?” His hands reached down and caught her wrists, then pinned them to the wall. He slid out, then thrust into her again. The stool clanged into the wall as she bit back a yell. “You want me to stop?”
The layer of frost in his tone unsettled her. “No, I—”
He gave another hard, thrust. Clang.
“Fuck you softer?”
She whimpered loudly. “No.”
God help her, she didn’t want that either.
Rearing back and out of her body, he gave her a hard look. His face was etched with desire and an air of domination that only made her hotter. Wetter.
He knew what she liked, damn it, and he wasn’t scared to use it. Not even at a place like this.
“You know what I think, Diane?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I think you secretly like the thought of someone wandering back here and seeing you with your Class A tits and pussy hanging out for me. Good girl Diane, playing slut for me.”
His words sparked an imagery that made her gasp. The thought of someone seeing them like this turned her on as much as it frightened her. Maybe the reality would be horrible, but the fantasy got her going so much it was unbelievable.
Reading the play of emotions on her face, he closed his fingers even more tightly around her wrists. “Am I right, baby? Do you love the thought of someone seeing you get fucked?”
“Yes,” she confessed.
Satisfaction lined his face and he edged forward once more, the tip of his cock resting right at her entrance. “Say, “Yes, Sam. Please fuck me hard.’”
“Yes, Sam. Please fuck me hard,” she echoed obediently.
He grunted and rewarded her with a plunging thrust that slammed her back against the wall.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her body clenching with the beginnings of an orgasm. Hardly caring that her voice wasn’t quite the whisper she was aiming for, she pleaded, “Fuck me. As hard as you want.”
His chest rumbled. “I like the sound of that.”
And then he was there, doing just that.
The stool banged furiously against the wall as he pounded into her.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Each hard pump took her higher and higher along the edge of ecstasy. Then his hands slid in-between the stool and the wall, masking the sound of his driving thrusts. With her imprisoned between his body and the wall, there was nowhere for her to go, something he used to his advantage as he fucked her harder. Deeper. Faster. Until her orgasm slammed into her with all the force of a speeding train.
Burying her face in his chest, she bit him through his sweater to mask the sound of her cries.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Shit, baby. I’m coming so fucking hard.”
His body tensed and he uttered a harsh groan. Then his forehead hit the wall and he shook with the force of his release.
Diane wrapped her arms around him, partially supporting his weight as he came apart in her arms. A wild pulse beat between her thighs, in time with the erratic jerking of his cock inside her as he emptied himself into his condom. It only served as proof that this was the craziest, most stunning orgasm she’d ever had.
The sting of tears pressed behind her eyelids, but she blinked them back. It was stupid. Her body’s automatic response to a really good climax. It didn’t have anything to do with emotions.
Except that it did.
Like it or not, she could no longer hide the truth. At least not from herself. Not when Sam was still inside her. When his essence, his scent, enveloped her like a warm cloak.
Much as she’d warned herself against it, crazy as she knew it was…she was falling for Sam Everly. Falling fast, and hard.
And with no safety net to catch her, she couldn’t help but fear that she’d end up crashing to the ground.
Chapter Fourteen
Still reeling from the hardest, most intense orgasm of his life, Sam wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to act like he was mentally present as he made his rounds through the patrons of the art gallery. It was no use though. He’d left his brain back in that nook leading into Patrick’s office.
If he lived to be a hundred, he’d never forget the way Diane looked sitting on that stool, her hair wild and her gorgeous tits bouncing like crazy as he pounded into her. The memory of her inner walls clamping him like a vice every time he shoved himself balls deep made him want to track her down and drag her back to his place, audience be damned.
He certainly hadn’t meant to lose control the way he had. But when she’d halfheartedly pushed him away because of the noise of the stool, it had awoken a monster within him. One who wanted to make her scream. One who didn’t give a shit who witnessed as he gave her what she needed.
And when he’d emptied himself into his condom, all he could think was that he wanted to be inside her without the barrier of that sheath. That he wanted to come deep inside her, to claim her in a way he’d never claimed any woman before.
Never before had he felt that urge, and honestly, it scared the shit out of him.
After they’d finished, he’d helped her back into her dress and smoothed her hair down before letting her go back into the crowd first. Then he’d cleaned himself up as best he could and waited for a few minutes before doing the same. Nobody seemed to have noticed them together, which was great, but now he had to keep his distance, when all he wanted to do was find her. Be with her.
Worse, Sam kept getting glimpses of her in the crowd as she perused the gallery’s artwork. She looked fresh and composed and utterly luscious. It got to him more than he’d care to admit.
After what seemed like a lifetime of idle chitchat with friends and discussion of his pieces with patrons, the place finally started to thin out. When there were no more than a few dozen people left, Diane gave him a pointed look, then claimed her coat and left. They’d decided on the phone earlier that she would slip out right before the event finished and wait at the deli a few blocks away. Once he’d finished his duties, he would meet her there and they’d head back to his place.
He found Patrick and thanked his friend for another great show, then headed for his leather coat. But halfway there, Andrew stepped into his path.
Blinking, Sam came to a stop. “I thought you’d left.”
Andrew nodded. “Just about to. Hailey’s waiting in a cab outside.”
Something in Andrew’s tone gave Sam pause. Throwing his older brother a cautious glance, he said, “What’s up?”
A variety of conflicted expressions crossed Andrew’s face before he settled on one that was half determined, half chagrin
ed. “It’s about Diane Milstrom.”
Sam’s gut clenched into a ball of shock and apprehension. Deciding to play it safe, he coughed to clear his throat. “Uh…what do you mean?”
Andrew’s mouth tightened. When he started buttoning his heavy winter coat, Sam got the distinct feeling it was more to avoid his gaze than anything else.
“I noticed you and her together tonight.”
An automatic denial rose on Sam’s lips. “I don’t know what you’re talki—”
“Save it.”
Andrew’s clipped, authoritative voice shut him right up, as it always did. He sounded so damned much like their father sometimes.
Andrew looked up. “I saw you two slip out from that hallway earlier.”
Shit.
When Sam took a breath, preparing to explain himself, Andrew added, “I’m not mad, if that’s what’s worrying you.”
All of Sam’s breath left him in one big rush. He gave his brother a shocked look. “You’re not?”
“I wish you had told me about it yourself, but…” Andrew shrugged. “You know Diane and I were never any sort of love match.”
“I…yeah.” That was what he’d told himself to rationalize going after Diane. Even though, deep down, he’d felt guilty about it. Still did. He should’ve talked to Andrew before ever approaching Diane.
“Besides.” Andrew worked on the remaining buttons of his coat. “I’ve honestly never seen her look so happy. So confident. You might be just what she needs right now.”
“Um…thanks?” Though that didn’t seem quite the right thing to say.
“I have to admit I’m surprised, though.” Finished with his coat, Andrew lifted his eyes back to Sam. “I would never have put the two of you together. You seem like opposites. But then, after Hailey, I guess the whole ‘opposites attract’ theory makes sense.”
Something in Andrew’s words sparked an itch on the back of Sam’s neck. Scratching at it, he said, “But we’re not…I mean, we’re not like you and Hailey.”
Andrew chuckled. “I know that.”
“No, I mean.” He ran his hand up through the back of his hair. “We’re just keeping things casual.”
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