Page 68 of Ms Perfectly Fine
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the ladies’ room,” she said sweetly, making a quick getaway.
Elijah waited a minute or two before following.If she wants to play games, let’s play,he thought, unbuttoning his jacket.
“If you’ll excuse us,” he said, though the rest of the table barely even noticed him leave, too distracted by the ongoing auction.
There was only one private bathroom off the event hall, much to his relief, since he didn’t fancy sneaking into the women’s. Luckily, there was no one else inside.
“I thought we were past the games,” he said, finding Autumn leaning over the sink, reapplying her lipstick.
Her eyes flicked to him in the mirror. “Oh, c’mon, it’s just a bit of harmless fun. The moneyisgoing to charity.”
Elijah walked to the door and clicked the latch. He stood behind her in the mirror, watching her intently.
“Now who’s playing games? You can’t lock us in here for the night,” she said.
“I don’t need the whole night. I thought you’d want your prize.” He swept her hair behind her ear and brushed his lips against her neck. He could smell her floral perfume as he watched their reflection, seeing how perfectly she fit into his embrace.
“Someone could come in and get the wrong idea,” she breathed as his hand trailed down her ribs to her hip. Her suit was so tight, he was sure she could feel every caress.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, trailing kisses along her neck. She rested her head back against his shoulder.
“No,” she sighed, closing her eyes as his hand slipped inside her jacket and palmed her breast. She gasped as her nipples hardened under his touch.
Autumn turned around to face him, and in a flash, Elijah’s hands gripped her behind and sat her on the counter. Her body arched against him, and she ran her hands down his chest as he tasted her lips. When she moaned, it was such a sweet sound that he nearly lost control.
“Youhadto wear a suit,” he groaned, running his hands over her thighs as they wrapped around him.
“You think I’d let you have me in a bathroom?”
“Who said anything about letting? I’d have you begging me to do it,” he told her, slipping into the front of her trousers. She gasped as he brushed her fingers against her, only to surprise him by leaning back.
“Why do you get to have all the fun?” she asked, trailing kisses along his jaw.
“Do tell.” He slipped his hand into her hair and twisted it into his fist, forcing her to look at him with eyes so hungry he wanted to bend her over the sink and forget about everyone outside.
“I’d rather show,” she purred, and slowly undid the zip on his trousers.
Elijah hissed as she slipped her hand inside his trousers. Her grasp was such bliss that it was almost painful. Her smile told him how she marvelled at his response. He gripped her wrist, stopping her from stroking him before he lost all self-control.
“Not fair! You get to touch me all you want.” She pouted as he pulsed within her grasp.
He rested his forehead against her as she released him. Her touch had nearly broken him, but without it was even worse.
“Touch me like that and you’ll start something I want to finish with you writhing beneath me, and we can’t do that here.”
Autumn’s swallow made him feel utterly victorious even if she was the one torturing him. He released her wrist to redo his zip before he changed his mind. But then his arms were around her, his lips on hers in a hot, possessive kiss. Her soft moans rocked him to his core.
A sudden knock on the door shocked them both out of the moment.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Elijah panted.
“Oh my God, we can’t get caught. This is a charity dinner! You should unlock it,” Autumn exclaimed, sliding off the counter—though not without pressing her body to his, letting him know exactly what he was missing out on. “It was nice playing with you,” she added, heading towards a cubicle to hide.
“What if I don’t want to play anymore?”
She paused and turned to face him with startled eyes. “What do you mean? You want to move out?” she asked, her words so vulnerable that he wanted to open the door and tell whoever was interrupting them to piss off.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” He ran his hands through his hair.Why did I have to pick this moment to say this?“I…I want to trade our truce for a real go at it,” he said only to be greeted with her confused frown. “I want to date you, fight with you, then enjoy every moment of making up.”
