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The elevator jerks to a stop.
Shit.
Panic slams through me.
We abruptly cease our naughty play, and Gage lowers me to my feet. With trembling hands, I struggle to adjust my clothing to hide what was happening between us.
The doors open and a wave of animated and chatty Italians crowd the elevator.
Chapter 20
Gage
I’m not sure how I made it through our first encounter without slamming my cock inside of Lily, but I’m not going to make that same mistake tonight. Not when this wild beast is howling inside of me, commanding me to stake a claim.
After three years without fucking, I’m going to make this woman mine.
The hold she has on my resolve is unsettling.
If I was gifted with the superpower to teleport, I wouldn’t be in this predicament. Since I’m only human, I had to rely on my wheels to get us to her hotel.
It turns out, you can drive a car with a cock so hard, it’s like a third leg.
That would explain why I burned rubber to get to the Pompadour in record time. That, and because I was losing my goddamn mind. The arousing combination of the floral note of Lily’s perfume and her heady scent lingered in the car during the drive.
It was excruciating.
The longer it takes me to get inside of her sweet pussy, themore feral I become. I wanted to pull over, unzip her shorts, and dive between her legs to eat her out like a famished man. My only consolation was knowing with each mile, I was getting closer to the hotel.
As hot and sinful as that make-out session in the storage room was, I need more.
Finger-fucking her pussy wasn’t enough. I need my mouth on the woman who consumed my dreams last night. I’m desperate to feel the swell of her clit against my tongue and taste the sweetness of her slick juices.
I didn’t expect the dirty action in the elevator.
The fact she was willing to let me make her come in public made that little episode hotter than hell.
I didn’t peg Lily as an exhibitionist.
She may come across as sweet and innocent, but she’s open to me corrupting her.
I like her even more.
When we reach her floor, I grab her hand, and exit the packed elevator. I grasp her around the waist and drag her with a determined step to her room.
We come to a stop in front of her door.
I extend a hand. “Your card key.”
She rummages through her clutch, produces it, and drops it in my expectant palm.
I swipe it, and let her in, following right behind her.
She drops her clutch on the console near the door, turns the light on, and dims them low.
Good girl.
I scan the room. “Where’s the bathroom?”
