Page 131 of The Wedding Menu

He shakes his head, then turns right at the hall. “My room’s too far.” After one last step, he opens the door to the conference room he dragged me to on our first day here and pulls me in. It’s the same as it was a week ago, except the white neon lights are on today and, judging by the scattered chairs around the room, it’s recently been used.

As soon as the door closes, Ian takes me in his arms, and I realize everything that counts is different than it was that first day. His teeth nibble my lower lip, his hands roaming under my skirt and grabbing a handful of everything as his breath fans over my lips.

“Ian, this door doesn’t lock.”

He smirks, trapping me against the wall with his forearm on either side of me. “I know.”

Heknows.

My chest slowly falls, my lips parting with a needy little whimper as he hooks a finger under the strap of my top and lets it fall down my arm. “Does it turn you on?” My chin dips as he nips the skin of my chest. “Knowing that anyone could walk in and find me fucking you against the wall?”

“Yes,” I say. It comes out all breathy, needy. Not subtle at all. And I’d be embarrassed, except I’m with Ian, and he appreciates my eagerness. There’s even more in his fumbled movements.

His lips press to my collarbone, my body arching against his as his hands squeeze my ass. Every time he touches me, he leaves indelible marks I’d like to show off like tattoos.

“Hmm.” His hands work on his jeans, and once his cock is out of his briefs, hard and ready, he holds his hand out. “Be a good girl and give me your panties again.”

Shakily breathing out, I throw a look at the door and slide my panties down my legs. I give them to Ian, and once they’re pocketed, he grabs my hips and picks me up. “What if someone comes?” I ask as my legs wrap around his ass.

“Oh, someone’s coming all right.”

His shaft presses against me, sinking in with little effort, and I gasp, my head gently resting against the wall.

“If you knew how many times I pictured you like this.” He pulls back and rams back inside, my eyes fluttering as I get lost on the dangerous mix of sensations coming from his hands on my ass and his lips on my chest. “Pressed against the wall, dripping on me.”

“Ian, please,” I whine, quickly silenced by his lips.

“If I were you, I’d keep it down.” His rocking movements fall into a steady rhythm that leaves me breathless. “That is, if you don’t want to get caught begging for more of my cock.”

Heat envelops my whole body, fear mixing with somethingthat feels like excitement but can’t possibly be that. I swallow the next of my moans as my fingers dig into his shoulders; it’s the most self-control I’ve ever exercised in my life.

“That’s my girl.” His nose dips into my hair before he kisses the side of my neck. “I love every single noise that comes out of those lips, but they’re only mine to hear.”

Oh, God, I can’t. I push my mouth to his, hoping it’ll stop him from saying the hottest, filthiest things anyone’s ever said to me when I can’t freely express my approval. But it’s not enough, and every time he’s crammed inside me, I can hardly smother my whimpers. In fact, I don’t even want to. Let someone catch us. Who cares?

“More, Ian,” I manage before I drop my forehead to his shoulder. “Fuck me harder.”

“As hard as you want it, beautiful.” He slides out and safely returns my feet to the floor, then spins me around. “Hands on the wall.”

With my dress pulled up, he presses his erection against my ass. It makes shivers rain down my body, every one of my nerves tense with anticipation. “Fuck me,please,” I beg as he rolls his shaft over my clit, his hips grinding on my ass.

“Well, I can’t say no to you, can I?” He’s inside me again, his fingers wrapping around my throat and holding me up when my arms give out. His lips graze the top of my back as he backs up and thrusts hard inside me. “You’ve ruined me, beautiful. You’ll have to let me fuck you forever now.”

“Forever,” I choke out. Since yesterday, this is the only reference he’s made to this—us—being something beyond a few days’ thing, but my obsessive worry about the future will have to wait until my brain can function. “You feel so good, so good, so good,” I chant, my voice getting increasingly loud.

“You feel like a fucking dream I don’t want to wake up from, Amelie.”

As he speeds up, his hips slapping against my ass and his fingers like a necklace around my neck, the talking subsides in favor of moaning, grunting, and swearing. All the sounds echo in the empty conference room, my hands sliding down the wall once I start sweating.

“Shh,” he says sweetly when a loud grunt escapes me. “I’m not going to stop if someone comes in, Amelie. They’ll watch you fall apart on my cock.”

“More, Ian, more.” My voice is raspy as my hand flies behind me and I tug at his shirt, uselessly trying to pull him closer.

“Will you keep it down?”

“Yes, please, I promise,” I cry out, which I realize isn’t convincing at all.

His hand abandons my throat, running through my hair until he wraps the strands around his fist, then pulls my hips back. “Fine.” Once I’m basically folded in front of him, he thrusts again. I can feel him better now, opening me up and breaking me down. My next moan is so loud that, letting my hair go, he puts his hand over my mouth. With a breathy, faltering voice, he says, “Gee, beautiful. Your word’s worth nothing, huh?”

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