Mia
That bastard had ripped his last pair of panties.
The elevator chimed, signaling that I’d reached the garage, and, muttering to myself, I made my way to my car. The garage was dimly lit and mine was one of the only cars left on this level, but I was too furious to even give it a second thought.
I’d hate to see the unlucky prick who dared mess with me right now. Just as that thought entered my mind, I heard the stairwell door burst open and Mr. Montgomery call out from behind me.
“Christ! Will you fucking wait?” he shouted. It did not escape my attention that he was out of breath.
I suppose sprinting down eighteen flights of stairs would do that to a person.
Unlocking my car, I jerked open the door and threw my purse onto the passenger seat. “What the hell do you want, Montgomery?”
“God, can you take it out of bitch mode for two seconds and listen to me?”
I spun around to face him. “Do you think I’m some kind of whore?”
A hundred different emotions flashed across his face: anger, shock, confusion, hate, and fuck me if he didn’t look delicious. He’d opened the collar of his shirt, his hair was an absolute mess, and the bead of sweat running down the side of his jaw was not helping the situation. I was determined to stay mad.
Keeping a careful distance, he shook his head.
“Jesus,” he said, looking around the garage. “You think I see you as a whore? No! It was just in case—” He stopped, trying to organize his thoughts. He seemed to finally give up, jaw clenched.
The rage was coursing through me so strongly that before I could stop myself, I stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face.
The sound cracked through the empty garage. With a shocked and furious glare, he reached up and touched the spot where I had struck him.
“You may be my boss, but you do not get to decide how this works.”
The silence stretched before us, the sounds of the traffic and the outside world barely registering in my consciousness. “You know,” he began with a dark stare, taking a single step toward me, “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
Oh, that smooth fucker.
“Against the window.” Another step. “In the elevator and stairwell. In the dressing room while you watched me fuck you.” And another. “When you spread your legs in my office today, I didn’t hear one word of protest out of that fucking mouth of yours.”
My chest was heaving, and I could feel the cool metal of my car through the thin material of my dress. Even with my shoes, he still stood a full head above me, and when he leaned down, I could feel his warm breath against my hair. All I had to do was look up, and our mouths would meet.
“Well, I’m over it,” I said through clenched teeth, but each labored breath brought me a brief moment of relief as my chest grazed against his.
“Of course you are,” he whispered, shaking his head and moving even closer, his erection pressing into my stomach. He braced his hands against the car, trapping me. “Completely over it.”
“Except . . . maybe . . .” I said, not sure whether I meant to say it out loud.
“Maybe just one more time?” His lips barely brushed mine.
It was too gentle, too real.
Turning my face up, I whispered against his mouth, “I don’t want to want this. It’s not good for me.”
His nostrils flared slightly and just when I thought I would go insane, he took my lower lip roughly between his and pulled me to him.
Growling into my mouth, he deepened the kiss and pushed me forcefully against the car. Like last time, he reached up and removed the pins from my hair. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Our kisses were teasing then rough, coming together and pulling apart, hands fisting in hair and tongues sliding against each other. I gasped as he bent his knees slightly, grinding his cock against me.
“God,” I moaned, wrapping my leg around him and digging my heel into his thigh.
“I know.” He exhaled heavily into my mouth. Looking down at my leg and cupping my ass with his hand, he gave it a rough squeeze and murmured, “Have I told you how fucking hot those shoes are? What are you trying to do to me with those wicked little bows?”
“Well, there’s another bow somewhere else but you’ll need some luck finding it.”
He pulled away. “Get in the fucking car,” he said, his voice rumbling deep in his throat as he yanked the door open.
I glared at him, willing rational thought to penetrate my clouded brain. What should I do? What did I want? Could I just let him have my body like this again? I was so overwhelmed, I was trembling. Rational thought was quickly abandoning me as I felt his hand run up my neck and into my hair.
Gripping it tightly he jerked my head toward him and stared into my eyes. “Now.”
The decision was made, and once again I wrapped his tie around my wrist, pulling him into the backseat. Once the door closed behind him, he wasted no time going for the ties on the front of my dress. I groaned as I felt him part the material and run his hands across my bare skin.
Pushing me back to lie on the cool leather and kneeling between my legs, he placed his palm between my breasts, slowly moving down my abdomen to the lace garter belt.
His fingers traced the delicate ribbons to the edge of my stockings and back up again, moving to run across the edge of my panties.
The muscles of my abdomen clenched with every movement and I tried to control my breathing. Fingering the tiny white bows, he looked up at me and said, “Luck has nothing to do with it.”
I pulled him to me by his shirt and slid my tongue into his mouth, groaning as his palm pressed against me. Our lips searched; our kisses grew long and deep, gaining urgency with every inch of skin uncovered.
I pulled his shirt from his pants and explored the smooth skin over his ribs, the sharp definition of muscle at his hips, and the soft trail of hair urging me down his navel and lower.
Wanting to tease him the way he was teasing me, I ran my fingers across his belt and to the hard shape of him beneath
He groaned into my mouth. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Tell me,” I whispered back. I was using his words against him, and just knowing the tables were turned for the moment spurred me on. “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want.”
He moaned and bit his lip, his forehead pressed against mine as he shivered. “I want you to fuck me.”
His hands were shaking as he gripped my new panties in his fist, and as insane as it was, I wanted him to rip them. The raw passion between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced; I didn’t want him holding back. Without a word, he tore them from me, the pain of the fabric pulling across my skin only adding to the pleasure.
I pulled my leg forward and pushed him back and off me. Sitting up, I shoved him against the seat back and straddled his lap. I grabbed his shirt and yanked it open, sending the buttons scattering along the seat.
I was lost to everything but him and this. The feel of the air against my skin, the ragged sounds of our breathing, the heat of his kiss, and the thought of what lay ahead. With frantic hands I undid his belt and pants, and with his help managed to get them down his legs. The tip of his cock grazed my entrance and I closed my eyes, slowly sliding down over him.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, the sensation of him inside me only making the bittersweet ache intensify. Lifting my hips, I began to ride him, each movement feeling more intense than the one before.
The pain from his rough fingertips on my hips only fueled my lust. His eyes were closed and his moans were muffled against my breast. Moving his lips across my lace bra he pulled one cup down and took my hardened nipple between his teeth.
I gripped his hair tightly and elicited a moan from him, his mouth opening around my skin.
“Bite me,” I whispered.
He bit down, hard, making me cry out and pull harder on his hair.
My body was so in tune with his, it reacted to his every look and touch and sound. I both hated and loved how he made me feel. I’d never been one to lose control, but when he touched me like this, I happily threw it out the window.
“Do you like feeling my teeth?” he asked, his breath short and jagged. “Do you fantasize about where else I could bite you?” New chapters come out on g.com first.
I pushed on his chest and stared up at him. “You just don’t know when to shut your mouth, do you?”
He lifted me off and roughly threw me down onto the seat. Pushing my legs apart he thrust back into me. My car was too small for this, but there was nothing that could have stopped us now.
Even with his legs bent awkwardly below him and my arms braced above me to protect my head from the door, it was almost too much.
Pulling himself onto his knees and into a more comfortable position, he picked up one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder, forcing his cock deeper inside me.
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Yeah?” He lifted my other leg to rest across his other shoulder. Reaching out, he gripped the door frame and used it for leverage to deepen his thrusts. “Is that how you like it?” The change in angle caused me to gasp, as the most delicious sensations spread throughout my body.
“No.” With my hands pushing off the door, I lifted my hips off the seat to meet each motion of his hips. “I like it harder.”
“Fuck,” he murmured as he turned his head slightly, his open mouth leaving wet kisses up and down my leg.
By now our bodies were glistening with sweat, the windows were completely fogged up, and our groans filled the silent space of the car.
The dim glow from the garage lights emphasized every carved indentation and muscle of the masterpiece above me. I watched him in awe, his body straining with the effort, his hair mussed and sticking to his damp forehead, the tendons in his neck pulled tight.
Ducking his head between his outstretched arms, he closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. “Oh, God,” he panted. “I just . . . I can’t stop.”
I arched to get closer, needing to find a way to pull him deeper, more completely into me. I’d never wanted to consume another body as rabidly as I did when he was inside me, but even like this, I could never seem to get close enough to the parts of him I wanted to feel.
And it was with that thought in my mind that the delicious, ratcheting tension along my skin and in my belly crystallized into an ache so heavy I slipped my legs off his shoulders, pulling all of his weight on top of me and pleading, “Please, please, please,” over and over.
I was so close. So close.
My hips circled, and his hips answered rough but steady, as savage above as I was underneath. “So fucking close, please.”
“Anything,” he growled in reply, before bending to bite my lip and growl. “Take fucking anything.”
I screamed as I came, my nails digging into his back and the taste of his sweat on my lips.
He swore, his voice deep and hoarse, and with one last powerful thrust he tensed above me.
Exhausted and shaking, he collapsed with his face against my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to run my trembling hands through his damp hair as we lay there panting, his heart racing against my chest. A million thoughts skittered through my mind as the minutes passed.
Slowly, our breathing calmed and I almost thought he’d fallen asleep when he moved his head away.
My sweaty body was instantly chilled as he started getting dressed.
I watched him for a moment before sitting up and putting on my dress, feeling heavily ambivalent. More than just physically fulfilling, sex with him was some of the most fun I’d had in a long time.
But he was such an asshole.
“I assume you’ll ignore the account. I realize this can’t happen again,” he said, startling me from my own thoughts. I turned to look at him. He was shrugging on his torn shirt, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
Moments passed before he turned to look at me. “Say something so I know you’ve heard me.”
“Tell Susan I’ll be there for dinner, Mr. Montgomery. And get the hell out of my car.”