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  Then his hand shifted, disappearing under the shawl. She felt his fingertips brush her naked thigh and she realized he’d slid under the side of the wrap-around skirt.

  Goose bumps fluttered across her skin as he moved to her inner thigh… then upward. Her legs parted a little.

  Chapter 8

  Elle had to stifle a gasp when Avi’s fingers found her intimate folds and stroked her there. Her jaw clenched. She glanced beside her, but the people in the box beside her, only a few feet away, were totally focused on the stage.

  Avi’s fingers brushed over the surface of her petals. She tried to even out her breathing.

  He slid a finger inside her. Just the tip. Teasing her.

  Then he stopped moving, his fingertip still inside her. They sat for several long moments as she collected herself. Not thinking about the intimate position they were in. His finger inside her soaking wet pussy. Her so ripe with need she could burst any second.

  She drew in deep, slow breaths, staring at the stage. But not seeing anything clearly.

  Just when she thought she had everything under control, he moved his finger again. She was relieved when it pulled out of her opening. Until he stroked along her slit.

  He caressed her like that for several long minutes. Heightening her arousal. She glanced at his handsome profile. If anyone did look their way, he’d have them totally fooled that he had his full attention on the play.

  His finger stopped moving on her and his hand just rested on her thigh now. She drew in a breath and relaxed. She tried to pick up the thread of the play, watching the actors. After about fifteen minutes, though, his hand roved again. This time he stroked her slit with sweet, slow caresses. Her heart pounded as she tried to ignore his attention.

  When he slid a finger inside her and stroked her passage, she shivered. After ten minutes of that, he rested his hand on her thigh again. It was like a hot brand on her flesh.

  She didn’t know how long he let her rest this time. She couldn’t concentrate on the play knowing he’d be touching her there again soon.

  Then he moved up her thigh again and slid his finger right inside her. She shifted a little in her seat, and almost cried out as his finger pushed deeper.

  Oh, God, another finger slid in. When he moved them inside her, she felt faint. The pleasure was building, but she couldn’t let it overwhelm her.

  He kept on like that. Teasing her, then pulling back for a time-out. When intermission came and they stood up, her legs were shaky. He offered his arm and she clung to it as they walked to the atrium. He retrieved their pre-ordered drinks and she sipped hers thankfully.

  “Are you enjoying the play?” he asked, his smile wide.

  “Uh huh,” she said, unable to say anything much more coherent.

  He laughed, his eyes glittering with delight.

  She drained her glass in only a few minutes and soon the lights flickered. He offered his arm again and they proceeded back to their seats.

  The lights had barely gone down when his hand found her slick flesh again. After only a few moments, as his fingers pulsed inside her, she wanted to throw her head back and give in to the swell of delight surging through her. She closed her eyes and fought back the pulsing need, spots flashing on the backs of her eyelids.

  His fingers slipped away and she stifled a whimper, missing them inside her. He teased her mercilessly during the rest of the play, barely giving her time to rest, but knowing exactly when to pull back before he drove her over the edge.

  Suddenly, she realized everyone around her was clapping. Avi’s fingers, which were deep inside her now, swirled one more time, then drew out of her opening.

  The audience surged to their feet in a standing ovation. Avi’s hand slipped from under her skirt as she held the shawl firmly in place. Then he guided her to her feet and they both clapped as the actors took their bows.

  As soon as the curtain calls were done, Avi took her hand and they followed the lineup of people out the door, then down the stairs. She clung to his hand, eagerly wanting to get somewhere where he could satisfy the desperate craving inside her.

  When they stepped outside, a soft breeze wisped across her cheek. A limousine stood at the curb, the familiar chauffeur waiting for them.

  The chauffeur opened the door and she slid inside. Avi sat down beside her. Seconds later, the car pulled away from the curb.

  Avi’s arm slid around her and he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Her tongue met his and they tangled as Avi’s hand glided to her breast and squeezed.

  “I’m so fucking hot from the feel of your dripping pussy. I want you to suck my cock right now.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly.

  She sank to her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. She reached inside and wrapped her hand around his steel-hard member, then pulled it out. It was thick and red, pulsing in her hand.

  She ran her tongue over his tip, tasting the salty drops of precum. Then she swirled over the crown and around the lower ridge.

  “Fuck, baby, I need to be inside your mouth now,” he said through gritted teeth, his hand pulling her further down his shaft.

  It was so long and thick.

  She wrapped one hand around his base and squeezed, while she opened wide, and glided even deeper. Then she drew back and sucked on his cockhead as she stroked up and down his shaft, her other hand still tight around his base.

  He groaned. “Oh, fuck.”

  His fingers tangled in her hair and he drew her head back.

  “Slow it down, baby. I want it to last.”

  She slowed her hand, gazing up at his face as she licked and suckled his cockhead. She teased the small v-shaped area on the underside of the head, to his moan. He guided her head in a slow up and down motion. She followed his lead, squeezing her lips tightly around him.

  “Oh, yeah.” His voice rasped with need. “That’s so good.”

  Her pussy ached with the need to be filled by his steel-column. For it to thrust deep inside.

  He pulled her from his cock and dragged her onto his lap, pulling her skirt around her waist. She sat on his legs facing away from him and he pushed his shaft between her thighs. He rocked his hips so it glided over her heated flesh, his hand holding it tight to her. With every forward movement, it nudged her clit, driving her wild.

  She sucked in air, pleasure rippling through her. She was getting so close.

  Oh, God, she wanted to come so badly.

  The limo slowed and pulled to a stop.

  “We’re here,” Avi said as he pulled her skirt down and slid her onto the seat beside him.

  She felt faint with need as she smoothed down her dress, knowing the chauffeur would open the door any second now. She sucked in a breath as it swung open and he offered his hand. She allowed him to help her from the car. Avi moved close behind her and hustled her to the glass door in front of them. She gazed up at the glass monolith. This was an office tower.

  He swiped a card in the door and it opened.

  “I own the building,” he explained.

  He pulled the door open and ushered her inside. His cock was straining in his pants and she realized he wanted to keep her in front of him as they passed reception.

  “Good evening, Mr. Reinhold,” a security guard sitting behind the marble reception desk said.

  “Hi, Greg. Anyone else in the office tonight?” Avi asked as he continued guiding her to the elevators.

  “A few of the development team are on nine. They said they have some big presentation on Monday. Other than that, Mr. Higgins was in earlier, but he left about an hour ago.”

  One of the elevators was sitting with the doors open. They stepped inside and he pressed the button for forty-eight, the top floor.

  As soon as the doors closed, he turned and backed her up against the wall. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was long and throbbing. She licked her lips at the sight of it, anticipation rushing through her. His brown eyes were filled with heat
as he grabbed her skirt and tugged it up around her waist. He pressed his tip to her wet flesh.

  “Fuck, that pussy of yours is so ready for me.”

  “Yes, Sir. I want you—oh!” she cried as his thick rod thrust deep into her.

  “Goddamn.” His words rasped with need.

  He drew back and thrust forward again. The feel of his steel column filling her took her breath away. She clung to his shoulders. He thrust again. Pleasure rippled through her.

  He had her so hot and needy from hours of foreplay that she knew she’d come any minute now that his deliciously hard cock was finally inside her.

  But instead of starting to pump into her, he glided back slowly this time, then eased forward again. His lips nuzzled her neck and tingles danced down her spine.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered.

  He held her tight to the wall of the moving elevator for a couple of breaths, then slowly glided back again, the movement of his wide corona dragging along her sensitive passage, sending delightful sensations quivering through her entire body.

  Then he slowly glided forward again.

  Oh, God, she wanted him to go faster. To pump into her until she screamed his name as she found her release.

  But he had other ideas as he filled her slowly and purposefully. Driving her pleasure higher in a slow, but intense swell.

  She glanced at the numbers on the display, rapidly increasing. Now in the thirties.

  She dug her fingers into his shoulders.

  “Oh, God, please make me come, Sir.”

  He pushed tight against her again.

  “I will, baby,” he murmured in her ear, the delicate brush of his lips sending her into tremors.

  He drew back and filled her again.

  She squeezed him inside her, pleased at his resulting groan. But instead of speeding up, he pushed her tight against the wall, holding her pinned as his cock twitched inside her, sending need quivering through her.

  She whimpered, so close she could barely stand.

  The elevator slowed and the bell dinged. Then the doors whooshed open.

  His hard cock slid from her and she whimpered again. He stepped back and her skirt tumbled back down. He pushed his glistening cock inside his pants and zipped up, then took her hand and drew her from the elevator.

  She glanced around the elegant reception area as he led her forward. Plush carpet, rich mahogany walls and elegant brass trim. There was a circular reception desk in the center of the large, open space. He led her past it and turned down a wide corridor. The offices they passed had glass walls and huge windows providing a spectacular view of the glittering city lights.

  He turned again and led her down another corridor with mahogany walls on both sides. Then he opened a door at the end of the hall and inside was a huge executive office. It had an impressive desk, several tall, neatly laid out bookshelves, a meeting table with six chairs, and a sitting area with two couches and a couple of armchairs.

  Avi spun her around and pulled her into his arms. His lips were on hers before she could take a breath. His tongue drove inside her and stroked. The heat that had barely cooled welled up again.

  Her internal muscles tightened at the deep ache inside her. She thought she’d die if he didn’t push inside her soon.

  “Sit on the couch and pull up your dress so I can see your naked pussy,” Avi demanded.

  She sat down, watching him sink onto the chair facing her, and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She opened her legs wide so he could see her.

  “Nice. Now stroke that wet pussy of yours.”

  She ran her fingers between her legs, over the wet, intimate flesh. God, she was so hot there. So slick.

  “Slowly,” he commanded. “I don’t want you to come.”

  She stroked her folds, driving her need higher. She kept her strokes light, knowing too much would send her over the edge.

  He stroked the bulge in his pants, his chocolate brown eyes simmering with desire. She knew he had to be close, too.

  “Stand up and take off the dress,” he demanded.

  She stood up, then reached behind and pulled down the zipper. The slinky dress slipped away, pooling on the floor around her ankles.

  “Now the bra.” His voice was coarse with need.

  She unhooked it and stripped it away. Now she stood before him totally naked, except for the rhinestone stilettos and the lovely necklace he’d given her.

  “Fuck, come here, baby.”

  He stood up as she walked toward him. His arms came around her and he pulled her to him. The fine wool of his tuxedo brushed against her sensitive nipples, making them thrust forward. His hand cupped her breast and his thumb stroked over her hard bud. She whimpered against his neck.

  Suddenly, he turned her around and held her arms behind her back as he marched her to the window. Floor to ceiling, it offered a glittering view of the city below them.

  Then he pressed her against it, the glass cold against her crushed breasts. Her nipples ached as they swelled even more.

  He nuzzled her neck as he held her tight to the window.

  “You realize that anyone looking can see your naked body? Can see me standing behind you?”

  Chapter 9

  Elle scanned the windows of the nearby buildings. Other office buildings. No one would be in their offices at this time of night.

  Except she knew that wasn’t true. This was New York. The city that never sleeps. There were bound to be people in some of the buildings around them.

  The thought that people might see her mortified her. But it also sent a strange tingle of excitement through her.

  She heard the raspy sound of a zipper undoing. Then she felt Avi’s hot shaft push between her thighs.

  “They’ll know what we’re doing.”

  His cock glided forward and back between her legs, stroking her intimate flesh. Driving up her desire.

  Then his cock drove deep into her in one thrust. She gasped.

  “They’ll know I’m fucking you.”

  His lips moved close to her ear, his breathing sending tingles along her neck.

  “Does that thought excite you?” he murmured into her ear.

  She squeezed around him.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  He chuckled, then rocked his pelvis forward, pushing in even deeper.

  “What do you want now, baby?” he asked.

  “I want you to fuck me, Sir. Right here against the glass.”

  She arched her ass back against him, squeezing him inside as she did.

  He groaned.

  Then he began to move. His cock stroked her passage as he pulled back. Her body quivered at the intense need built up in her.

  He drove deep again and she gasped.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed. “You feel so good inside me.”

  His lips played along the back of her neck as he drew back, then thrust deep again.

  Then he was pumping into her in deep, rapid strokes. Pleasure swelled inside her, pulsing through every cell of her body.

  His cock spiked deep into her. Then back. Then deep again.

  Her body trembled as joyful waves of delight washed through her. Building. Building.

  Then an orgasm exploded through her like a flash flood. She gasped, then moaned as rapture embraced her, her consciousness expanding to infinity, contracting to nothing, then shattering.

  She realized she was gasping against the window. Avi thrust deep one more time, then erupted inside her. The feel of his cock throbbing inside her body sent delightful tendrils of pleasure shimmering through her.

  He collapsed against her, his heavy breathing causing wisps of hair that had escaped from her clip to flutter against her temple.

  As she caught her breath, she stared at Avi’s face in the glass. His gaze caught on hers and he smiled, then brushed his lips against her ear in a gentle, nuzzling kiss. He pulled her against him, his hands covering her breasts.

  Oh, God, that had been the most exh
ilarating sexual experience she’d ever had.

  The following Friday, Elle stepped out of the town car Avi had sent for her. The driver grabbed her small suitcase from the trunk and handed it to Lenny, the doorman.

  Lenny opened the door for her and she stepped inside.

  “I’ll take that, Lenny,” she said, reaching for the suitcase.

  “Are you sure, Ms. Sinclair? I’m happy to carry it up for you.”

  “No, thanks. I’m fine.”

  She took the handle and rolled the suitcase to the elevator.

  Last week, Avi had suggested that the plan be to spend weekends together. She would stay in his luxurious apartment and they’d play out sexy scenarios. Goose bumps quivered up her arms as she wondered what he had in store for her this weekend.

  A few moments later, she was knocking on Avi’s door.

  He opened it and his face beamed when he saw her.

  “Come in.”

  He was wearing a bathing suit and the sight of his sculpted abs and muscular chest made her want to shed her clothes and climb on top of him right now.

  “It’s such a nice day I thought we’d go for a swim. Why don’t you change?”

  He carried her suitcase upstairs to his bedroom, then left her to don her bathing suit. She felt oddly disappointed that he hadn’t tried to kiss her when she arrived, or even give her a hug.

  As she stripped off her clothes and pulled on her bikini, she realized that her hormones were just in overdrive because all week long she’d been thinking about him and anticipating this weekend. Every night, she’d yearned to be in his bed.

  She pinned up her long hair, then walked downstairs. When she didn’t see Avi, she slid the patio doors open and stepped onto the deck.

  Then froze.

  There were three men on the deck stretched out on lounge chairs at the end of the pool.

  Avi. Henri. And Cairn.

  “Hello, Elle.” Henri waved.

  She suddenly felt very self-conscious in her bikini, a particularly skimpy one she’d chosen just for Avi. She wanted to grab one of the towels Avi had in a neat stack on a teak table near the door and wrap it around herself.