Page 45 of Only ever you-Ana & Byron
"Good lad," he said awkwardly as the cockapoo buried its face in his crotch.
Then, deadpan "Oh, for fuck's sake. Get off, yer pervy little sod."
The woman gave him a scandalised, wide-eyed look over her gold-rimmed glasses. When the doors opened again, she practically fled, dog in tow.
Ana let out a helpless laugh, bracing herself against the lift wall as the doors slid shut again. The sound echoed like bells in a church.
Byron didn't wait. He lifted her again and pressed her against the glass wall, her breath fogging it as she looked out at the glittering city
"What if the glass shatters and we fall to our deaths?" she asked breathlessly against his lips.
He grinned against her neck. "You've been doing your job too long, sweetheart. What a way to go."
The elevator dinged.
This time, he carried her through the hallway without pause. The path was meandering as Ana's hands burrowed under his shirt to run a possessive hand over his muscled back. A neighbour stepping out of her door froze mid-step and pressed herself flat to the wall as Byron strode past with Ana clinging to him like an octopus.
He fumbled with the keypad.
"Thank fuck," he muttered when the door opened and he kicked it shut behind them.
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Chapter twenty-one
Chapter 20
Inside was a sleek, light-flooded apartment with walls of glass, dark oak floors, and a skyline view glittering across a massive open-plan living area.
There was a sunken lounge with a slate-grey sofa, soft recessed lighting, and a marble breakfast bar in the kitchen beyond. One hallway curved toward the bedrooms, the other led to a large door.
But he didn't stop for a tour.
He carried her inside, kicked the door shut, and kissed her again, hungry and bruising. She slid down his body, trembling as she turned slowly to find him only inches from her.
Byron was already stripping.
First, his shirt, dragged over his head, tousling those short, damp curls-then his joggers. What was left was raw, breath-taking male form.
Light from the hallway skimmed across his torso, highlighting his carved pectorals, a light dusting of chest hair trailing down the ridges of his abdomen to his groin. His muscles were taut, coiled with energy.His cock, already hard, was thicker, longer than she remembered and rose against his washboard abdomen.
She swallowed, pulse pounding loudly in her ears.
He stepped closer.
Then he reached for her hand and guided it down, curling her fingers around the weight of him.
"Go on," he murmured, voice low, rough with need. "Put your hand on it, love. Don't be shy."
Her fingers trembled as they wrapped around him. He hissed through his teeth, his hips rocking once into her palm.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, closing his eyes for a second as her hand moved up and down his length. "No one else. Only you."
Then he surged forward, kissing her, devouring her, backing her into the wall with desperate grace. She kissed him back like her life depended on it and let go of him with reluctance as he lifted her effortlessly.
"You're mine," he whispered as he pressed into her as if it was his life’s mission to merge with her.
She had no time to answer. In a blur, he laid her down on the cool hardwood. Then his mouth was on hers, hot, messy and all-consuming .
