Page 11 of Wham, Bam, Marry Me, Ma’am
And then I'm on him. I pull him toward me by his tie, my legs wrap around him, and I plant my lips to his with every ounce of desire I've built up since November. His mouth opens in shock, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue past his lips. He groans when he tastes me, one hand tangling in my hair as he kisses me back firmly, the other stroking up my thigh to grip the side of my lace panties. Five months of passion unleashes, and we become a tangle of lips, tongue, teeth, and limbs.
"Fuck. Why did you tell me no?" Vaughn's teeth skim down my neck, and I shiver as he sucks and licks his way through my cleavage.
"Because I want more than one night." I pull his head up, kissing him again before he can respond to my pathetic request. I tear at his suit jacket and try to pull it off his shoulders.
He removes his jacket quickly and tosses it to the floor as he eyes the buttons of my dress like he can barely restrain himself.
"Don't rip it, please. It's my favorite," I plead, panting as I kiss up and down his neck, loosening his tie.
"I'll buy you more," Vaughn growls, grabbing each side of my dress to rip it open, but I slap at his hands.
"Don't you dare. They only had one in my size." I pull his shirt out of his pants, as I try to undo the fastener at the top. His hard bulge strains against his zipper, and my core clenches with achy impatience each time he presses between my open legs.
I finally get his pants open, but he stills my hand.
"Wait, not here." Vaughn pulls back quickly and stares at me, panting hard as he zips himself back up. My chest heaves as I look around desperately, trying to figure out where he wants to go.
He pulls me forward and lowers his shoulder into my stomach in one quick move. Before I can blink, I'm staring at his tight firm ass accentuated by expensive dress pants. He opens the door to his office and strides down the hallway like this is an everyday occurrence. His large hand is plastered just under my butt cheeks, holding my dress down firmly across my thighs.
I squeak in protest. "Vaughn, put me down," I hiss, even as a flush of joy zips through me at how easily he carries me toward the elevator.
"No." His deep voice rumbles against my stomach, and I try to squeeze my thighs together. He chuckles. "You like it when I don't listen to you?"
I respond by gripping his ass with both hands, trying to use his perfect backside as leverage to pull myself up. I anticipate a smack on my ass in response, but he slips his hand betweenmy thighs. Moving my panties to the side, he inserts one thick finger inside me, silencing me as he steals my breath away. He moves his finger in and out of my already dripping core, and my wanton moan echoes around us. The doors open to the entry of his penthouse apartment, and I give up trying to get away as he slowly continues his administration.
"So responsive," he whispers, and his praise makes me melt.
I decide then and there if this is the only night we spend together, I'm going to make sure it lasts a lifetime for my fantasies.
