Page 14 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

She grabbed her top, then swam to the deep end to find her skirt, taking the opportunity to cool her fevered body. Jesse climbed out of the pool as he was—sporting an erection that had scarcely subsided. Attempting to appear oblivious, she watched him out of the corners of her eyes while struggling into her wet clothing.

Oh my goodness. The sight of his engorged penis was riveting. Enough to bring a woman to her knees.

Estrella lurched suddenly off hers as he approached. She staggered and he caught her elbow, keeping her steady as she led the way inside beneath the lush trees and towering palms, finding the set of keys she’d zipped into her skirt pocket. Once inside, she peeked into the atrium lobby, found it echoing and vacant, then took his hand and rushed him through to the elevator, a compartment paneled in stainless steel with diamond-patterned quilting.

The walls were reflective. She peered closer, pushing wet hair out of her eyes. Not bad, though she was sodden and bedraggled while Jesse remained arrestingly sexy. Since he hadn’t dried off, his wet skin had already soaked through his shirt and trousers, making them clingy and transparent in various appealing spots. Especially those areas that highlighted his virility.

She started to thank the gods that they were alone, but luck wasn’t with her. A hand reached through the elevator doors just as they were closing.

Jesse stepped back, pulling her in front of him. An older man nattily dressed in a fitted suit entered the compartment, took a look at them and spun on one heel to face the doors, his narrow face hollowing in disapproval. He punched in his floor. Fourteen.

Complete silence. The elevator rose. Estrella couldn’t help but stare at the back of the third passenger’s head, where his closely cropped silver hair revealed a pink bald spot. She willed him not to turn around. She was in no state to withstand questions.

Jesse pressed a fingertip to the small of her back. The touch felt like the burned head of a matchstick applied to a bruise. She had to smother a yelp.

The other man glanced over his shoulder. “Been swimming, I see.”

Estrella recognized him, but not by name. “Yes, we had an impulsive dip.” She plucked at the sagging yarn of her top. It dripped like a used dishrag. Even though Jesse wasn’t as wet as she, a puddle was forming around their feet. “I’ll be sure to, um, wipe up the elevator.”

“Hmph.” The man looked at Jesse and raised a supercilious eyebrow.

Jesse must have responded with his own look, because the tenant quickly faced forward again. Estrella’s eyes went to Jesse’s reflection in the steel doors and met the hard black glare that she found strangely exciting. She was reminding herself to breathe when his hand dropped to her rear end. She tried to reach behind herself to grab hold but he avoided her. Seconds later, he lifted the back of her skirt. A wash of cool air touched bare skin. Her panties were missing.

She elbowed him. Jesse’s left hand closed on her shoulder. His right grazed her exposed bottom. She cleared her throat. The tenant moved his head slightly, trying to see without actually turning to look.

Estrella pasted on a pleasant smile, praying for the elevator to move faster.

“I’ve seen you before,” the man blurted as Jesse traced a finger along the seam between her cheeks.

Oh God. She was in trouble now.

“Aren’t you the—?”

“Here we are,” she interrupted. “Fourteen.” Bing. The elevator d

oors slid open. “Have a good evening.”

She kept an ungiving smile on her face as the man departed, exhibiting a quizzical look as if he wanted to say more. She’d only been in and out of the building every weekday for more than a year, but she supposed he’d never seen her as a real person. Fortunate for her, at the moment.

Jesse squeezed her ass as the doors closed, and this time she turned and socked him in the rock-hard gut. “There are mirrors all over this elevator. He might have seen!”

“He was a prig. You should have flashed him.”

“You should have flashed him.”

“Didn’t want the guy to get too excited.”

“He’ll be complaining to the condo board as it is.”

“What’s to complain about? A beautiful tenant, spicing up his ride in the elevator with a little gratuitous nudity?” Jesse caught her around the hips, rucking her skirt up beneath his fingers.

She smiled, pushing it down in front. “You are beautiful, in a ruthless way.”

“No, you are.” He nodded with his chin. “Look.”

She swiveled her head to take in the steel-and-mirror enclosure, and saw multiple angles of her naked butt, pale and marbled against the contrast of his brown hands. With a helpless moan, she buried her head against his chest.

“Pretty little dirty girl.” He palmed her cheeks, pressing her closer against the fullness at his crotch. Lazily she rocked her hips. His erection had subsided somewhat, but she soon felt the swelling and lengthening that signaled how well his equipment worked. Her own warming arousal answered as her mind filled with erotic images of what she could do once she had him in private.

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