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|Beat of the Heart(Runaway Train #2) by Katie Ashley|
AJ’s bare chest rose with laughter. “No, thank you.”
I rose up and started untying his hands. When I finished, I handed some napkins to him and cocked my head at him. “So Mr. Machismo, is it really so bad to give up control now and again?”
“I guess not.” When I pursed my lips at him, he grinned. “Okay, it’s fucking amazing.”
“So glad you thought so.”
As he went about cleaning himself up, he kept eyeing me from time to time. “What?” I asked.
“The twisting thing and the sucking….I’ve never had anything like that.”
I rolled my eyes and grinned in spite of myself. “You’re still marveling over a blow job?”
“One like that? Fuck yeah.”
“I guess I should take that as a major compliment.”
He smiled and bobbed his head. “Oh yeah.”
After all I’d been through with Dev’s cheating, AJ’s words meant more than he could ever know, especially considering I was just getting back in the game. AJ just finished rearranging his clothes when we pulled into the parking lot of his building. When Benny opened the door for us, I followed AJ out onto the pavement. While I could barely look at Benny without my cheeks flooding with embarrassment, AJ gave him a guy hug and whispered something in his ear. Benny grinned and nodded.
With a smile, AJ then took my hand. “Come on. Let me show you my views.”
As I led Mia across the foyer of my building, I cut my eyes over to her, watching as she took it all in. It was a pretty impressive place, if I said so myself. All of us guys had apartments in the city, so we could have a place to crash close to the airport and the recording studio. But Bray and Melody lived about thirty minutes south of Jake’s farm, preferring the country to the city.
“Like it?” I asked Mia, as we headed for the elevator.
“It’s amazing. You know, some of the doctors from St. Joe’s live here.”
When we got into the elevator, we weren’t alone. After I slid in my key card for the penthouse, Mia ended up getting shuffled with her back against the wall of the car while I was pressed against her. Glancing over at her, a wicked thought entered my mind. Leaning over, I whispered in her ear. “You know, you deserve a little payback for that stunt you pulled in the limo. Maybe have you helpless without being bound?”
Her eyes widened as she glanced around the crowded elevator. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned.
Ignoring her, I angled my body so what I was about to do was hidden from view. Dipping my hand between her legs, I began to stroke her over her dress. She gasped before quickly biting down on her lip. Pressed against the back wall, she had nowhere to go and could do nothing but be at the mercy of my hand.
The elevator dinged on the Fourth floor, and a guy in a pinstriped suit, along with an older couple, got off. Even though there was more room, I didn’t move. Instead, I pressed the heel of my hand against Mia’s pussy while my fingers pressed harder against her clit. Her jaw clenched with the strain of keeping her moans and cries from escaping her lips. Her chest heaved, and her breath huffed out of her nose. A mixture of both pleasure and fury burned in her eyes.
I didn’t turn around because people would see my khakis were tented. Watching Mia, including what I was doing to her, was so fucking hot. Her head fell back against the wall, and I knew she was getting closer to coming, and there was nothing I wanted more than to bring her to the brink.
But when the last person got off on the Twentieth floor, Mia glared up at me, her dark eyes flashing with rage. As soon as the doors closed, she shoved me away from her. “You fucking prick!”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” I countered.
“We were in public.”
“And that fact alone made you even wetter. Hell, I could feel it through your dress. You were so close to coming.”
Smacking her palms against my chest, she shoved me again, sending me crashing back into the opposite wall of the elevator. Her nostrils flared before she stalked over to me. She eyed me contemptuously. “This elevator has cameras too, doesn’t it?”
I gave her my smirk. “I would think so.”
In a flash, both hands reached out, and I braced myself for her to hit or choke me. I wasn’t even going to defend myself because I deserved it. Instead, she fisted my shirt before ripping it open, sending buttons scattering onto the floor. Her arms snaked around my neck, tugging the hair at the base of my neck. “Then let’s give them a real show.” Her lips came down harsh against mine, and I welcomed the warmth of her tongue in my mouth.
Grasping her by the ass, I hoisted her up to wrap her legs around my waist. I spun us around, pinning her against the wall. With one hand, Mia’s fingers jerked through my hair, tugging almost painfully at the strands while the other slipped between us to stroke my dick over my pants. I groaned into her mouth, causing her to rub even harder. I pumped my hips against her hand, working the friction to my advantage. I realized if I kept it up, I was going to blow my load right there in my pants, which wouldn’t do either of us any good. Grabbing Mia’s hand off my dick, I guided it between her legs. Jerking her lips from mine, Mia’s wide eyes flared with desire when I used her own fingers to stroke her over her soaked panties. “Mmm,” she whimpered, rocking her hips.
Watching her get herself off was hot as hell, but when the bell on the penthouse dinged our arrival, I was brought out of my sex haze. When I took my hand away, Mia cried out in protest. “Sorry, but we gotta get off, amorcito mio.”