Free Her Five Favorite Words by Gina Gordon Page B

you.”
    “Thanks.”
    You’re attractive. It looks good on
    you. LOSER! Was she being punished for
    being sexually needy? She was finally
    getting a chance to live out a fantasy, and
    her first impression couldn’t be any less
    arousing.
    A loud banging overhead made her
    jump, and the unexpected dip of the
    elevator car thrust reality back in her face.
    “Oh God, we’re going to fall!” She
    pinned herself to the wall, her breathing
    coming again in quick pants.
    He came closer and ran his strong
    hands up and down her arms in comfort.
    “We’ll be out of here soon.”
    She saw the change in his eyes, a
    flicker of naughty intentions. He inched
    even closer. The soft swell of his lower
    lip grazed along her forehead. He
    whispered, “Hopefully not too soon.”
    Her blood simmered at the feel of
    his warm breath tickling her sensitive
    skin.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’m distracting you.”
    Her head fell back against the wall
    as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh.”
    She should take advantage of this.
    She should take the moment by the balls
    and kiss him senseless.
    “What if I told you I thought of you
    as hot office girl?”
    “You do not.” She looked up
    expecting an easy smile. Instead the air
    grew heavy, ripe with sexual need. It
    sizzled and crackled between them.
    His mouth came down on hers
    before she could even muster the courage
    to make a move. He pulled her against his
    body, grinding his already hard, pulsing
    cock against her stomach. A slow burn
    sparked between her thighs.
    When his tongue glided along the
    seam of her mouth, she parted for him,
    moaning as he delved into her warmth.
    The bitter taste of his coffee mingled with
    the sweet flavor of her latte. He was
    gentle and tender, his fingers tracing
    circles on the small of her back.
    The dim lights above cast a soft
    glow over the car. The atmosphere took
    on a dream quality, some sort of surreal
    sexual adventure. She settled into his
    body, savoring the taste of him, the feel of
    him, and the stiffness of his cock. Her
    mouth watered at the thought of that
    hardness gliding along her lips.
    He broke away from their kiss. He
    wanted this. She could see it in his hungry
    stare.
    “Are you distracted now?”
    Dizziness clouded her brain. Her
    heart ruthlessly pounded underneath her
    breast bone, but this time her attack wasn’t
    driven by fear. It was lust. Overwhelming,
    all consuming, spread-her-legs-wide lust,
    and it was all for him.
    She didn’t care about the elevator
    or being stuck. She wanted his hands on
    her breasts, his lips on her skin, and his
    dick buried deep inside her. Grabbing the
    back of his neck, she pulled him down and
    locked her lips with his. This time he was
    rough, urgent. His hands cupped her
    bottom, lifting her sex toward him.
    It wasn’t until she felt the coldness
    of the steel wall against her behind that
    she realized he’d lifted up the hem of her
    skirt. The black wool pooled around her
    waist, showing off her lace thong and
    matching
    garter
    tied
    to
    thigh-high
    stockings.
    His eyes widened.
    “Fuck!” He nipped her neck. “I love
    garters.”
    She gasped as he blew a steady
    stream of air across his love bites, a cool
    contrast to the heated trail his mouth left.
    “You’ve just been upgraded to sexy
    office girl.”
    “I like that.”
    Their mouths met again as his hands
    made their way between her legs. He
    rubbed his palm against her clit while his
    fingers settled against the damp fabric that
    barely covered her slick opening. She
    wiggled into his touch.
    “Mmm…I like that too.”
    His fingers glided along her folds,
    circling and teasing until she was about to
    buckle from the anticipation. Finally, his
    finger slid past the lace, and he mumbled
    under his breath at the feel of her wetness.
    He plunged one finger then another inside
    her burning flesh.
    As he devoured her mouth, he
    captured her moans. He pumped in and
    out, his thumb stroking her nub. He kissed
    her