Page 81 of An Eye For Illusion

It was the best fucking kiss of my life, and I crave more.

“I could ask you the same thing, Ms. Foster. I didn’t take you as the charity type.”

His offhanded remark sends a jolt of anger down my spine. The earlier joy I felt when Harvey said his kind words just went up in smoke.

Then again, why would he expect anything more from me? I haven’t given him or anyone else a reason to suspect anything different.

Instead of letting myself get angry over his incorrect assumption, I decide to go a different route for a change. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Colin.”

“Then tell me. I want to know all the things, Jade. Every tiny detail you’re willing to share.”

He strides toward me, and I take in his freshly shaven sharp jawline. Then I look down to discover I very much like what I see. Colin is dressed in an all-black slim tuxedo that tapers perfectly at his hips, showing off his long, muscular legs and striking physique. His hair is combed back into a stylish wave, taming his normally boyish waves.

He looks positively edible.

I raise my right eyebrow with a smirk on my face. Suddenly, I’m enjoying the little cat and mouse game we started earlier tonight. It’s a nice surprise to see we get to continue it in person. “Is that so?”

“Very much so. You know what else I would love?”

He’s practically on top of me now. My feet inch back toward the wall, and he follows with every step. My chest automatically arches toward him, craving to touch him.

“What’s that?” I ask in a whisper.

My pulse races with excitement and sexual tension, and he leans in to go for the kill. His lips touch the base of my neck, and they don’t hesitate to leave their mark. He bites and sucks before licking his way up the column of my throat until he reaches the shell of my ear.

“I would love to know what that pretty pussy of yours tastes like,” he growls.

My knees go weak and said pussy instantly reacts to his words, contracting hard and growing wetter by the second. The emptiness I feel only fuels my desire to see and feel more of this man.

“What are you waiting for?”

My question elicits a deep groan from the base of his throat. His head pops up, and his eyes meet mine. He holds my stare, and as he does, his eyes dilate. I don’t back down. I meant that taunt, and I’m ready to see if he meant what he said.

I raise one eyebrow in challenge when he doesn’t make a move immediately. Just like I meant to do earlier with my response.

He finally breaks our staring contest and quickly looks left and right down the long hallway. I know what he’s looking for, and I know just the place to go. I grab his hand and pull him toward a closed doorway just down the hall and to the left. He threads his fingers with mine as we race down the hallway. A laugh escapes me as our speed walking quickly turns into jogging. I haven’t felt this reckless and this free in a long, long time.

His soft chuckle that echoes mine makes me laugh again. I feel like a teenager, and I love every minute of it. I glance over my shoulder at him, and what I see makes my pulse race as tingles start at the base of my spine and make their way up to my heart, warming me to my core.

His expression is full of mischief, joy, and lust. He looks at me like I’m the only thing in his world right now, and he can’t wait to devour me. I can’t wait either.

We reach the door, and I send up a silent prayer that it’s still unlocked. My fingers clasp the door handle, twist, and the door opens with a quiet click. Colin wastes no time shoving me inside and slamming the door closed behind him. The lights are off in the abandoned office as we clumsily make our way to the desk in the center of the room.

His lips find mine once again, and heat engulfs me. Our kisses deepen, causing a frenzy of lust and mystery as we explore each other in the dark. It’s arousing on a whole other level as his hands roam over my body with no reservation, our senses heightened due to the lack of sight. Every touch feels like a mini firecracker going off against my skin.

His hands follow the dips and curves of my hips, down to my ass and back up. Little zings follow in his wake. As one hand slides around the back of my neck the other grips the bottom of my ass and pulls me flush against him.

I moan when his long, hard cock presses against my stomach. I want to wrap my legs around his trim waist and feel it slide into my wet and waiting pussy.

Something crashing to the floor causes us to break apart briefly, but neither of us see what it was. Neither of us cares as we reach for each other at the same time.

I should know my way around this office like the back of my hand since I’ve spent so much time here planning these charity events, but my brain can’t seem to concentrate on anything but the drop-dead gorgeous man in front of me who’s currently trying to figure out how to get my dress off.

My hand goes to the discreet zipper on the side of the dress, and I pull it down for him, exposing my entire torso to him. He says nothing as his fingertips find my sensitive ribs. He makes his way around to my breast, which is bare because the lowcut back dips enough I can’t wear a bra. I’ve never been more thankful not to have that pesky piece of clothing on than at this moment.

His kiss deepens as he plays with my nipple. I reach down to rub him through his dress pants. The contact makes his cock thicken in my hand, and my pussy pulses with need.

My ass finally makes contact with the back of the desk, and I waste no time lifting myself onto the cool surface. I reach back down to find his zipper in the dark and pull it down. The only sound in the room is the sound of metal clasps being undone and our heavy breaths full of lust.

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