He closes his eyes in appreciation and hisses in approval.
“My house,” he breathes as he lurches forward. His mouth ravages my neck and he pushes me back to lie across the bench.
I swear to God, I’m going to come. I’ve never seen a man so aroused and it’s pushing me over the edge.
“Harder.” He growls into my mouth and I pick up the pace. My hand is really stroking him fast. His body quivers and his eyes roll back in his head.
As he lies over me with his mouth open in pleasure, my legs open by themselves, I want him inside me. I need him inside me now.
The door opens.
What?
We both look around in horror to see the blonde receptionist from my office.
My world stops.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, shocked to her core.
“Get the fuck out!” Alastar growls over his shoulder.
I pant as I glance down at us. Oh my God! What does this look like? I am sprawled across the bench with my legs open and my hand is down Alastar’s undone jeans as I jerk him off while he lies across me.
Holy fucking fuck alright.
The door quietly shuts. Alastar stands abruptly and zips up his jeans and I sit up horrified.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Oh… God.” I put my head in my hands in dismay.
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” He scrubs his hand down his face in disgust. “That escalated a lot quicker than I intended it to.”
I pant as I pull down my skirt, mortified at my whoreish behavior. “You think?” I whisper.
His eyes fall back to mine and he bends to kiss me tenderly. “You’re coming home with me.”
My eyes hold his and a myriad of emotions swirl in my brain. I lick my lips. Just the thought of a night with this god brings me to my knees.
I nod, unable to bring myself to decline a night like the one I know he will give me.
He looks down at the bulge in his jeans and he puffs air into his cheeks as he thinks. His breathing is still erratic and his hands are on his hips.
I put my hand over my mouth and burst out laughing.
He smirks. “You think this is funny?”
I shake my head as I laugh. “No. This is utterly ridiculous.”
He shakes his head and smiles broadly, also clearly unable to believe it.
“How did that go from why didn’t you call me to me jacking you off in thirty seconds?” I smile.
He shakes his head. “I have no idea.” He bends and takes my lips in his and his hand snakes around my behind as he pulls me aggressively onto his waiting cock. “I only know that I am nowhere near finished with you.”
His lips tenderly linger on mine and I feel my heart jump in my chest. He cups my cheek and studies my face.
“Emmaline,” he whispers softly.
My face falls. “My name is Emerson.”
He smiles and kisses me gently again. “I know you as Emmaline because that’s what I thought your name was at first. Please let me call you that.”
His tongue gently dances over my lips and somehow I feel it in my g-spot.
“It’s not my name.” I smile into his lips.
“Humor me.” He smiles sexily into my neck.
His hand roams up and over my stomach and he cups my breast through my top, catching my bottom lip in between his teeth and stretching it out. My eyes close. I do have to admit the name Emmaline does sound dreamy in that accent.
“I’ll go outside and get the car. You be polite, say goodbye, and I will meet you out in the parking lot.” His kisses trail down my neck and over my clavicle. He bites me hard as he squeezes my nipple and I nearly orgasm on the spot.
I pull back, overwhelmed that this man can make my body respond to him like no other man has ever been able to do before.
I’ve never lost control like this. I’ve never been so turned on.
He turns and kisses me once more. “You have ten minutes. Don’t make me come get you.” He disappears out of the closet and I stand dumbstruck.
Holy shit.
Did that just happen?
* * *
I wait five minutes for my heart to stop trying to break through my chest and I smooth my disheveled hair. I pull my skirt down and re-tuck in my shirt. I cannot fucking believe that just happened. I open the door and peer around it like a criminal. God, I hope that stupid bitch from reception keeps her mouth shut. I will lose my job for sure. I walk out into the main hall area and the auction is still going on, my eyes looking all around for the peeping Tom. I need to speak to her. Damn. Will I make it worse if I ask her not to say anything? I stand at the back of the crowd and quickly dial Brielle’s number. She answers first ring.
“Hello.”
I quickly walk back up the hall and back out into the small courtyard so that nobody else can hear my conversation.