The Private Serials Box Set (11 page)

   When he felt me give in to him, something else inside him snapped, and the kiss went even deeper. His tongue swiped through my mouth and my tongue was desperate to find his. His hands found the sides of my face, angling me perfectly to take even more from me.

Good God.

  The man could kiss.

   My hands slid up the front of him, running into the buttons of his tux jacket. I undid the buttons and pushed his coat aside, only to encounter the vest, which I hastily unbuttoned as well. Finally, only the thin layer of his dress shirt was between my hands and his chest and I could feel every ripple of muscle the man was hiding. Muscles I’d been imagining every day since I first met him in that bar. I clutched his shirt, my back arching, trying to get as close to him as possible.

   As he kissed me, he unleashed a growl and my reaction was instinct. I moaned as wetness pooled between my legs and my hands shook with anticipation. His left hand moved to the back of my neck, keeping my mouth pressed firmly against his, while his right hand slid down my front, over my breast. His hand cupped my lace-covered breast, his thumb pressing gently over my nipple, so hard he could no doubt feel it through my dress.

   I moaned again, louder this time, causing our mouths to break apart. My eyes closed and my head rolled back, unable to focus on anything besides sensation. His thumb and forefinger tugged on my nipple through my dress and I mewled again, my clit pulsing, begging for contact. I felt his mouth between my breasts, licking the valley there, as his hand moved lower.

   “Preston,” I moaned. I knew we shouldn’t continue, knew I should push him away, but the rational part of my brain was being held hostage by the part that wanted to fuck him in this room. Wanted to feel him inside of me, wanted all of him, and there was no reasoning with this part. I didn’t even try.

   “Be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispered, the anger gone from his voice. He sounded softer but still gruff. He sounded like he was aroused, and hearing his voice like that, calling me sweetheart, catapulted me into another stratosphere. His mouth left my cleavage and I felt him move lower, my eyes moving to watch him crouch to the ground. As he slid down, his hands grazed down the sides of me, leaving trails of electricity and sparks behind. Everywhere he touched me turned to fire.

   When his face aligned with the part of me pulsing and throbbing, I silently begged him to put his mouth on me. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to feel his tongue slide through me. Instead, his eyes moved back to mine and he spoke.

   “In another place, in another time, I’d bury my face in you so fast, my only goal to make you scream my name. But not tonight, Lena.” With those breathtaking words, his hands softly started at my knees and then moved to the back of my thighs, sliding up and over my ass, then stopped at the top of my panties. I gasped when he pulled them gently down my legs, stopping at my ankles. “Lift.”

   Without giving it much thought, I raised one foot, watching him carefully maneuver the lacy, beige thong around the high heels, then he gently tapped my other ankle and we repeated the process. He stood slowly, my panties in his hand, and gave me a sexy, sultry smile. I was still lightly panting, my body not used to being this revved up. Then my breath stopped completely when he placed my panties in the front breast pocket of his tuxedo jacket.

   “Now these belong to me, too.”

   “Preston,” I started, only to be stopped again by his mouth. With his lips pressed firmly against mine, his hands brushed up the outside of my thighs, bringing my dress up with them until I was bare from the waist down. His left arm wrapped around my waist, holding up my dress and his other hand found its way to my ass, palming it, pulling me closer to him.

   I was bare, being pushed against his front, and all I could feel was his erection pressing into me. Without much thought to anything else besides the heat between my legs, I wrapped one leg around his hip, allowing the very center of me to press up against him.

   His fingers moved softly over the swell of my ass, over the crease between my hip and thigh, and continued down the front of me until his fingers were teasing the very spot that ached for him. He continued to kiss me as his fingers gently parted me and slowly dipped in, seeming to test me. I reached down between us, my hand covering his wrist, urging him on, hoping he’d give me what I needed.

   “Please,” I breathed against his kiss, and I cried out as his fingers pushed farther into me. Our foreheads pressed together as we both looked down to see his hand working in and out of me.

   “Christ, you’re wet,” he growled.

   With each swipe of his fingers, I felt him graze that spot buried deep inside me that triggered me to gasp and shake all over. He felt it, too, fed off my reaction to his touch, and every time his fingers delved into me, he was searching for that perfect spot.

   His forehead pulled away from mine and his lips wandered to my neck, just adding to the pile of sensations I would have to walk away from when it was all over. His tongue on my skin, his breath on my ear, his fingers gently, but firmly, fucking me into bliss – all of it, I would have to leave behind. Any depressing thoughts of Preston’s hands never being on me again were promptly shoved to the side when his fingers landed directly on the perfect spot, a place deep inside that, truly, I’d been the only one to find in the past. His teeth nipping at my neck, his arm around my waist, and his fore and middle fingers working me over; all those caused my head to tip back and a stifled cry to leave me. As if that weren’t enough, his thumb then found my clit, a power-move I was sure he was saving until that very moment to send me over the edge. His thumb circled it feverishly and I simply crackled. Sizzled. I was aflame. I thrust my pelvis into his hand, wanting everything he could give me, taking everything he was offering, and I might have climbed up him as I came.

   The orgasm he gave me went on and on, and perhaps was more than one, but I couldn’t tell. I was floating on a cloud, having the best out-of-body experience I could imagine. When I felt myself finally flutter back to the ground, with Preston’s fingers still gingerly stroking me, my eyes came back into focus and I looked at him. Before I could get a word out, his lips came to mine again, but this time, the kiss was sweet and slow.

   His left hand found its way back to my face, cupping my cheek, and his other hand wrapped around my waist, simply holding me to him. I tightened my leg around him, still needing to be as close to him as possible, knowing he was going to pull away eventually and I’d have to give him up forever.

   When he did tear his lips from mine, it was only far enough away to say my name against them.

   “Lena,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” His words we pained but his touch was still soft. “I didn’t want this to happen here.”

   “It’s a little late for regrets,” I said, letting my leg drop back to the ground.

   “No,” he said, gripping me behind my knee and pulling my leg back to his hip. “I could never regret touching you.  I just regret doing it here. I wanted you in my bed, Lena. I want you naked, lying down, completely bare and spread for me. Open for me to see and feel. I want every piece of you, and I want to be able to make you scream my name without worry of who might hear. I didn’t want to fuck you with my hand in a broom closet.”

   “Then why did you?”

   “He had his hands on you,” he repeated his words from earlier.

   “He’s my husband.” I repeated mine.

   “I don’t care what some stupid piece of paper says, Lena.  You’ve been mine since the very first time I saw you walk into that bar.”

   My eyebrows scrunched at his words. “You couldn’t have watched me walk into the bar. I beat you there. I watched
you
come in.”

   His thumb came up and traced over my bottom lip. “Will you always underestimate me?” He said the words with a smile, but I felt the word ‘always’ like it hit me in the gut. We wouldn’t have an always. We had a ‘right this instant,’ and it was closely followed with a ‘this is so terribly wrong.’ I couldn’t help but feel like it was the best wrong I’d ever had.

   “I beat you there by about twenty minutes, but I was waiting outside. As I watched you walk in to that bar, I knew everything in my world was about to be flipped upside down, and I followed you in anticipation of that.”

   “Preston,” I said softly. “This,” I said, using my hand to motion between us, “It doesn’t change anything.” I took in a breath, hoping the words didn’t hurt as much coming out as it did holding them in. “When I walk out of here, we can’t be together again. It’s too dangerous. I can’t even believe I let this happen, here, with Derrek just in the other room.” I put my hands back on his chest, trying to push him away again, but his hands were firmly planted on my thigh and waist, and he wasn’t letting go. “I need to deal with my marriage. I need to put that behind me before I can even start to think about being with someone else.”

   My leg fell back down as his hand moved from my thigh to cup the side of my face, then moved just slightly into the hair pinned back, pulling me closer to him.

   “You need to let me worry about Derrek. I’ll get what you need. But you can’t push me away, sweetheart. You’ve already let me partway in, and I plan on getting all the way in soon. In every sense of the word.”

   “What if I don’t want you in at all?” I tried to use a voice more forceful and strong, but I was sure I sounded shaky and unsure.

   He pressed me up against the wall again and I could feel his cock, rock hard still, between us. I whimpered involuntarily, unprepared to feel him hard and huge against me, and as he leaned down and nipped my bottom lip between his teeth, he ground his hips into me, my traitorous eyes fluttering closed.

   “You’re a shit liar, Lena. You’re dripping for me right now.” Even as he said the words, his hand ran over my opening, making me cry out, a sound of pleasure mixed with surprise. He pushed his fingers into me again, slowly, and I couldn’t hold back my moan as I exhaled. “Here’s what you’re going to do.” His fingers slid out of me and my eyes snapped open, looking to him for explanation. “You’re going to walk out of here,” his fingers pushed back in, making my mouth gape open. Then he pulled out and made a slow circle around my clit, eliciting more cries from me. “You’re going to walk right out of this gala.” He lazily slipped his fingers back in and then out again. “You’re going to get a cab home and then wait for me.” The warmth of his hand was then absent altogether, and I hated that I missed it.

   “You’re going to fuck everything up,” I said, accepting the fact I wasn’t in control anymore, and that even though Preston was, the odds were against me.

   “Hardly, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck
you
. But it’s not going to be in a closet, and it’s not going to be fast or quick. I’m going to fuck you in my bed, slow and hard, and then I’m going to do it again and again until we’re both exhausted and sore in all the good places.”

   I swallowed hard, both completely aroused by his promises, and scared about the reality that waited for me outside this utility closet.

   “I can’t just leave. Derrek will wonder where I’ve gone. We’re supposed to be putting on a show for everyone, parading our happy marriage for all to see.”

   “I’ll take care of Derrek.” My eyebrows rose in doubt. “Trust me,” he said, reading me.

   “Okay,” I whispered.

   “Good girl,” he said against my lips, before he took them again in a scorching kiss. It was wet and hot and long. It was also full of promises – vows made directly to my body, which I instantly and stupidly believed.

   He pulled away from the kiss, his hands trailing down my neck, and he said, “Go now, sweetheart. I’ll meet you at your house.”

   For reasons I couldn’t quite understand, I did exactly as he asked. I left the utility closet and walked straight out of the gala, not speaking to anyone except the clerk working the coat check when I retrieved my coat and purse. I walked out of the building, hailed a cab, and rode home. All the while, I was painfully aware I had no panties on.

   For most of the ride, my mind flipped and flopped from thinking about how stupid I was being for even entertaining the idea of getting involved with Preston, to then picturing his hand as it thrust inside me, making me come inside a closet. By the time the cab pulled up in front of my house, I had really only come to one conclusion.

   I wanted Preston inside me. Desperately. All of him.

   So I walked inside to prepare to give myself to someone other than my husband. I had everything to lose and practically nothing to gain, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

END OF PART ONE

Part Two

Private

Encounters

Chapter One

 I watched the city streetlights blaze past the windows of the cab, my mind reeling just as quickly as the buildings flew by. I closed my eyes and all I could see was Preston tucking my panties into his breast pocket, his gaze searing my body. My clit pulsed as I remembered what it felt like when his thumb stroked it. My eyes opened quickly and fluttered to the cab driver, making sure he wasn’t watching me. His focus was on the road, which was good, because one look at me and he definitely would have been able to tell my thoughts were dark and dirty.

 With just a few more blocks to travel to my house, my phone pinged in my purse.

**Pack an overnight bag. I’m coming to get you.**

 The text from Preston made my insides liquefy, but I wasn’t sure if going with him was the smartest decision. My body wanted to leave with him, of that there was no question, but the cab ride had given my brain room to breathe and it was leading me in the direction of not doing more harm to my already crumbling marriage. Not that I was concerned with saving it, but I
was
concerned with getting out unscathed and with the money I was entitled to.