Page 37 of Earn Me

Everywhere!

"Is this what you wanted?" Keiran growls. "To drive me out of my fucking mind with desire in front of everyone?"

"Y-Yes—-"

"Damn you!"

Keiran's mouth crashes back over mine, his hands gripping my hips as he lifts me against the wall, and my legs wrap tightly around his waist. Our bodies grind against each other, and my moan melts into his growl. Keiran's hand slides up, cupping my breast through the bodice, and another moan spirals out of my throat as his thumb brushes over one pouting tip.

"You keep making me break my own rules," he rasps out. "All I end up thinking is fucking you—-"

The elevator slows as it approaches the lobby.

"K-Keiran," I gasp, pushing against his chest. "We're almost there."

He lowers me to my feet, but instead of letting me go, his mouth latches to my throat just as the elevator doors slide open.

Nooo.

When he pulls away, the side of my neck feels like it's burning, and so do my cheeks, the moment I realize the number of people staring at us from outside the lobby.

"To be continued," Keiran says, his eyes on me.

And of course, everyone just has to hear that, and I just want the earth to swallow me up at this point.

When we're back inside the limo, I'm scared and hopeful that he'll pull me close, and we'll indeed continue where we left off.

But he doesn't.

Instead, Keiran makes me sit on the opposite row.

"Patience."

It's that word again,aaargh.

Every time he asks for patience, the more I want him urgently. I think he knows this, too, and that's why he asks it of me.

The minutes tick by, and I can feel myself growing wetter and wetter between my thighs.

"I can smell how much you want me, Cadence."

Nooooo.

I'm torn between mortification and desire.

And by the time we're back in his penthouse, I'm already panting and shaking, I feel like I'm about to pass out or pounce on him.

I just...

I just want him so, so bad!

The moment the bedroom door closes behind him, everything happens in a blur. We don't even make it to the bed. We don't even get to take our clothes off. I just need him so, so bad that I'm sobbing his name out as I bend down while hitching my gown up—-

"P-Please."

He slams into me so hard that I start seeing stars.

"K-Keiran."

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