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“Let’s not,” I said.“Ambrose, I’m leaving before I say something you can’t take back.Would you like me to wait for you or would you like to come with me?”
He rose, his expression unreadable.“Lead the way.”
The chamber burst into babbling voices and the hum of barely restrained shouting as we strode out.I clenched my teeth, ready to turn back around and tell Dempsey where he could shove his arrogant asshole attitude, but Ambrose grabbed my arm and half-dragged me to my car, pushing me against the door.“What—”
“That was the hottest fucking thing anyone has ever done for, near, or about me,” he breathed.“I want to kiss you right now.Is that okay?”
I stared.“What?”
“May I kiss you?”he asked, his entire body pressed against mine.
I could feel the hard, fast thrum of his heart against my ribs, the rapid rise and fall of his breathing.The stiff, thick press of his cock against my hip.I nodded.“Please.”
He closed his eyes.“Thank you.”
CHAPTER8
AMBROSE
Every partof me felt electric.Fuzzy static sparks of sensation danced down my arms, through my chest, hot liquidyes please morepooling in my belly and spreading low, lower until my legs felt like warm dough.Kissing Leo was sweet, setting the fire in my blood burning higher with the way he went pliant against me.And when he kissed me back…Goddamn.My knees felt weak with it, and I laughed at myself, making him pull back slightly.“Did I do something funny?”he asked.
“No, not even a little.”I tugged him in for another kiss and he winced.“Okay?”
“Door handle to the ass,” he muttered.“Um, should we take this elsewhere or do you want to stop?”
“Elsewhere,” I said, kissing the corner of his lips.“Please.”
He nodded and we reluctantly parted.No one had followed us out of the meeting, and I was thankful for that—neither of us were in a state to be seen by company, polite or no.I slid into the passenger seat next to him, and he started the car.
But we sat there, neither buckled in, engine running and a/c blowing.
“Ambrose,” he said, a tinge of roughness to his voice, and then we were kissing again.He grunted against my mouth, parting his lips when I dipped the tip of my tongue into the seam of them.It was a bitch of a fit, two grown men trying to make out in the front seat of his car, but during a break for breath he reached down and adjusted the driver’s side seat to slide back.Inspired, I leaned across and, half draped over his chest, kissed him deeply, letting my hand trail down his side, rucking up his shirt as I went.“Yes, please,” he said before I could ask.
Smiling against his mouth, I found the edge of his pants and thumbed the button.
“Yes…”
I popped the button and worked his zipper down, pausing to stroke him through the stretched-tight cotton of his briefs.He didn’t even say the word then, just nodded rapidly, letting his head fall back against the seat rest.
“Fuck.”I sighed, working him free of his clothes.He’d lifted his hips to help, and I managed to tug the waistband of his underwear below his balls, already lifting against the base of his shaft.“If you want me to stop—”
“I’ll say something, I promise.”He was staring at me as I pressed a kiss to his lightly furred stomach, his eyes fluttering at the touch of my tongue to his navel.It sent pleasure rushing through my own body.He groaned, finally closing his eyes for a moment as I wiggled and worked myself free, taking my leaking cock in hand before bending to suck the broad mushroom head of his into my mouth.
“Oh my god.”
I hummed in agreement, tasting the base-salt-sweet tang of his precum.The angle was awkward, and it wasn’t my best work due to the circumstances, but I sucked and licked his head, teasing the ridge just beneath his leaking slit as I started working more and more of him into my mouth.Christ, he was longer than I thought he’d be—not so much he needed to bemanagedbut definitely work.Good work, but work.
I groaned when he tangled his fingers in my hair, not pushing but definitely guiding.A burst of precum hit my tongue and I was a goner, my own release hitting hard, almost painfully fast.I gasped around my mouthful of his cock, and he groaned, finally twitching his hips enough to push just a tiny bit deeper.
“Gonna… fuck, I’m close,” he panted, tugging my hair so I could move.
I grunted in the negative, my wet fingers wrapping around his shaft to stroke as I sucked.
“Fuck!Ambrose!Yes!”
The gasping, high groan when he came made my cock give a hopeful yet futile twitch.I licked the salty spill off him, giving his slowly softening prick one last swirl of my tongue and a gentle stroke before pulling away.
Leo was staring at me with lust-blown eyes and pink cheeks.He seemed speechless for a moment or two.
