Page 7 of Forbidden Desire

We order two more drinks from the bar and find ourselves on the dancefloor. Marco wraps his hand around my lower back and the warmth of him seeps through the slick material of my dress and kisses my skin. I place my hand on his shoulder and my other finds his hand he’d held out for me in an invitation.

“I’m glad I waited to ask you to dance,” he says softly as we begin swaying to the slow song that trickles across the dance floor. Our bodies are so close, but not quite pressed together, and there’s a crackle of electricity between us.

“Me too,” I agree, giving him a smile that I hope doesn’t give away the thoughts running through my mind.

We stay like that, in a comfortable silence, listening to the music as our bodies sway to the melody for the rest of the song. As it comes to an end, I’m sad it’s over, but Marco is looking at me in a way that says the night is far from over.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” he says.

I hesitate, only because I know what will happen and how scared I am of how much I want it.

“No pressure,” he adds, sensing my pause.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’d love to.”

He smiles and slips his hand around my waist, leading me out the doors of the club and toward the time of the night I had been imagining the moment I laid my eyes on him.

His place isn’t far. The cab drops us outside of a light stone building that towers above us. I suck in a breath as the doorman opens the large glass doors underneath the charcoal gray awning with gold lettering. It’s as beautiful inside as it is outside, with anexpansive lobby with herringbone floors and a large chandelier hanging above us. We walk toward the elevators, the sound of my heels echoing. When we step inside, I notice he presses the button markedPH.

As the elevator doors open, he leads me down a cream carpeted hallway and unlocks the door to his place. As the door swings open, I’m completely taken aback by the large room before us, lined with towering arched, black-paned windows and beamed ceilings. At the center of the room sits a camel-colored, L-shaped leather couch that looks like it could seat twenty people, surrounding a large, modern concrete table that’s larger than my bed.

I fight the urge to look at him because I know surprise has settled on my face. Our conversation at the bar made it seem like he was just a normal guy trying to get into the newspaper business. As someone who comes from wealth, I know what it looks like. This is not something a “normal” guy can afford. I consider for a moment that maybe he’s renting it or someone has loaned it to him for some reason.

Before I can think about it any further, his fingers have wrapped around mine and he’s pulling me further into the room, the door closing behind us. He turns me to face him and any questions I have leave my brain as his hands find my lower back and he pulls me closer to him. The space that sat between us on the dance floor has now closed and I’m fully pressed against him, his solidness intoxicating. His eyes are on mine before they settle on my mouth. I close my eyes in invitation and his breath is against my lips now. My heart feels like it stops as his lips press against mine.

Chapter 5

Marco

I feel Erica’s body tense slightly as our lips meet before releasing into my arms slowly, like an exhale she’d been holding in the entire night, waiting for this to happen. The tension I have been grappling with the entire night, from the rooftop to the jazz bar to here in my penthouse, had nearly overtaken me. But now, we’re here, and my mouth is on hers and I’m eager to taste her.

I slide my tongue against her lips slowly, tasting the cherry lip-gloss I watched her apply in the cab ride here, my eyes transfixed on her pillowy lips. Did she know what she was doing to me then? I slide my tongue back across her lips for another taste, begging for an invitation to enter. She obliges and parts them, meeting my tongue with hers hungrily.

She pulls away, coming up for air as she looks at me. Her breath is heavy as her perfect breasts rise and fall. I reach up and stroke the side of her face before running my thumb across the bottom lip that had just been pressed against mine. Her eyes are intent as she parts her lips and my thumb disappears in her mouth, her wet warmth surrounding me, taking me by surprise. I feel my cock harden in my pants as she slowly pulls her mouth off of my thumb and gives me a smile. I can’t help the low groan that escapes my throat.

Holy shit.

“Where’s the bedroom?” she whispers, looking satisfied with herself.

“That way,” I manage to croak as I nod toward the hallway to the right.

She turns in the direction of the hallway with a confidence that takes me by surprise. She is no longer the woman I met at the party. This woman knows exactly what she is doing and I can’t help but stare as her perfect ass sways this way and that as she walks down the dark hallway, silently commanding me to follow. And I do.

I catch up with her, leading her to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway. I step inside the dark room, the only light coming from the surrounding high rises. When I turn, I see her in the doorway, clutching the door frame as her eyes lock with mine. She steps out of her strappy shoes with impressive easeand kicks them to the side. She looks at me with acome get meglimmer in her eye, and I oblige.

With her hands still gripping the door frame on either side of her, I push her hair to her back, giving me access to her long neck that she stretches to one side. I firmly grip her hips, making her release a sudden breath by the strength of my touch. I graze my tongue against her neck, moving slowly from just under her ear to the outer edge of her collarbone. She squirms in my hands, but I hold her steady before sliding my hands up the back of her dress to the zipper.

My fingers pinch the cool metal and pull slowly, unzipping the champagne dress that once clung to her, but now begins to fall away. I suck in a breath as her bare breasts pour out of it before it falls to a pool at her feet. I pull away and admire her, letting my eyes linger on her voluminous breasts and the pink of her nipples that lay before me. My eyes travel down her toned torso, past the curve of her hips to the black lace panties. She’s even better than I imagined.

She still grips the doorway, allowing me a full view, practically giving me an invitation to do what I want with her. So I do. I take a step forward and grip her hair in my hands, pulling her head back and bringing her breasts forward. I take them into my mouth, one by one. She lets out a quiet moan as I swirl my tongue around her erect nipples. She’s fucking perfect. I flick my tongue against her before moving my mouth down her stomach, barely touching her and letting my breath wash over her. I feel her tense as my hands travel down her perfect body.

I stop just between her legs, and she steps apart, giving me the permission I need. I press my mouth against the lace of her folds and breathe against her, inhaling her sweet scent. With my fingers, I pull at the lace fabric, revealing her to me. I look up and see her eyes are locked on me, her lips slightly parted. I keep my gaze on her as I run my tongue up the length of her. She grips the door frame until her knuckles turn white, releasing one hand to get lost in my hair as I push my face into her wetness. She moans as she thrusts her hips toward me, wanting more.

My erection has grown uncomfortable against my slacks, pushing to be free. Pushing to get to this woman who is wet with desire, but I ignore it. I want to please her. I want to hear her scream.

My hand travels up until my thumb reaches the hardening flesh just above where my mouth is exploring. I move it in slow, circular motions, matching the rhythm of my tongue. She is squirming now, but I grip her hip tightly, holding her in place as I lap against her. I feel her muscles tense and she’s no longer fighting against me, but her body is beginning to seize up. She lets out a throaty scream as I feel the rush of her juices in my mouth. I swallow as I stand up to face her, her face flushed as she looks at me, her breath ragged.

I lick my lips slowly to let her know I enjoyed that as much as she did, if it weren’t already clear by my jutting cock. Her eyes fall to it and it’s like she’s come alive again. She wraps her hand around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Her mouth is so close to mine, it’s like I’m breathing her breath. I feel her teeth against my lower lip as she gently bites down, causing my cock to twitch as her hand finds it. Her eyes are locked on mine now, my lipstill in her teeth, and her hand massages against me slowly. She’s enjoying this.

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