Page 25 of Green Lights and Obsession
She kept her eyes on the stage, but she zoned out. Anything to live in this moment with him. For all she knew, they were on that stage and every eye was on her.
One moment she was bracing herself between him and the railing, the next she felt her body lifted. She was impaled on his cock as his arms wrapped around her and moved them away from the railing. With every step she felt herself being lifted up then back down on his cock. It felt primal and all she could do was hook her hands behind his neck to keep from falling forward.
“So fucking wet.” He groaned in her ear.
Her eyes were thrown open as gravity seemed to cease to exist. In the moment of passion, she felt them lean forward and it was like her body hovered. Her front was pressed to a cold leather bench that forced her ass up higher and he pushed in deeper.
He continued to fill her up. Sinking his cock in and hitting a new angle that had her head grow light as her vision grew cloudy. Everything went fuzzy as he pounded into her. His grip tightened on her waist.
“I want to hear you scream my name. Tell everyone who owns this body. Tell everyone who owns your soul.” He groaned behind her. “Tell them who owns your heart.”
With one hand on her waist, the other ran up her back and into her hair before pulling her head back. His lips hovered over hers.
“Now.”
One final thrust was all it took for her to give him exactly what he wanted. Minutes seem to pass before she felt herself returned to her body and he slowly pulled out of her. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry from their current position. As soon as he was out of her, he was filling her back up with his fingers. As if he were pushing his cum right back into her.
Jay helped her from the bench and led her out of the office. They took the steps slowly, returning to the main part of the club.
“I need clean underwear, Jay.”
He chuckled next to her. “When we get home.”
“I’m going to take these off and just go without for now.” It was rather uncomfortable. She could feel him slowly leaking out of her, pooling inside of her underwear. “I can be careful and not flash everyone.”
His eyes darted to hers. “If you take them off, I’m going to turn that ass red in front of everyone.”
She swallowed. Was that a promise? She wasn’t seeing any downside to the situation.
“Don’t think I won’t take you over my knee right at the bar while I enjoy a drink.” He leaned in closer. “Is that what you want? Or do you want me to take you up on the stage so you can be the center of attention? I’ll put you in a new position as everyone watches you get turned on from the punishment you enjoy.” He chuckled. “That would be too easy though.”
At the bar, he ordered them both a drink and watched her. Her eyes moved across the room, watching all the scenes being played out, but her eyes always came back to his. He didn’t care what others were doing; he only wanted to watch her reaction.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DAISY
She attempted to bite back the smile from her face, but nothing could erase the memory. That man was crazy… for her. When he revealed the scratch marks on his back, she’d been alarmed at first. All she could do was question how deep her nails had cut. Then she realized what it was, what he had done. Her mark was made permanent just as his was. It was crazy, but she loved it.
“Where have you been?” Tom barely waited for Jordan to excuse herself to her room before he started his accusations. He closed and locked the door.
Daisy moved across the room and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge next to the bar cart. She downed the entire bottle, took in a deep breath, and then turned to face her husband.
Fury was written across his face. “I asked you a question.”
“I was with Jordan and Nick.” She shook her head. “We were out celebrating his new promotion.”
“You didn’t think I would want to be invited?” He stepped closer.
She laughed. “I assumed you were with your lover, Tom. So no, I didn’t think you would want to be invited. I thought you would be happy if I left you alone to just be with her.”
“You know what we’re dealing with. My parents talked to me the same as yours.” He shook his head.
Her eyes grew and she couldn’t help but laugh even louder than before. “Are you serious? The same?” She shook her head. “You expect me to believe your parents had members of your own family hold you down and cut your arm. Did they also threaten to watch you have sex with your wife?”
“I don’t care if they watch. This is your fault.” His voice rose. “You went behind my back and got fucking birth control!” He took a step closer.
“Of course it’s my fault!” She shouted and moved to the bar cart. She was going to need a stiff drink if they kept this up. Hell, she was going to drink straight from the bottle.
