Craving Kismet

Chapter 2-2

“We don’t have to stick around,” Ashley pointed out, checking his watch. “I’ve put in my time for the night. We should find somewhere a bit less…crowded.”

Her eyes were dark and luminous, her sensual mouth curved into a half-smile that matched the tilt of her head as she regarded him. Though he kept getting distracted by the hint of full cleavage revealed by the slit in her dress, it was the wickedness of her lips that Ash kept coming back to. Especially when she caught the lower one between her teeth while she contemplated what to say.

“Well, I’m definitely curious about what you could possibly have that brings them all back,” Jenny finally replied.

Ashley offered his arm. “For starters, a corner office with a killer view, aged scotch and a fine record collection.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her hand burned through his jacket sleeve, and he had to fight not to slip his arm around her waist, feel the skin of her bare back against his fingertips. When her smile widened, he immediately returned it.

“You mean I don’t get that beer you made sound so good?”

“Beer’s for the second date,” Ashley murmured.

He discreetly guided her through the party, making sure not to attract the wrong attention from the wrong people. He didn’t take her out through the front entrance, electing instead to go to the service doors that led to a long, empty corridor. He wondered if anybody noticed—then he wondered if it mattered.

Jenny’s heels clicked against the tiled floors as he navigated through the staging areas of the banquet hall to the service elevator. “This isn’t a date,” she said, her husky alto going straight to his c**k. “This is…not being bored.”

The elevator doors slid open as Ash pushed the button, and he ushered her inside. The elevator felt cool, and she shivered a little as the doors silently closed behind them. “Not a date.” He pushed the button for the fifteenth floor. “The next time I…rescue you from boredom, it’ll be over beer.”

Her eyes flashed as she glanced at him. “I’m going to hold you to that, you know.”

Ashley let his fingers brush her arm in an action that wasn’t quite casual. When she didn’t put more space between them, he did it again. Despite the cool air, and the shiver he had noticed earlier, her skin was nearly hot to the touch, and it felt like he was brushing against the lightest silk.

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

As the elevator began to rise, there was that slight rush in his stomach, and he wondered how much of it was the lift and how much of it was her. Standing this close, the faint musk of her perfume filled his nose, heady and earthy as he would have guessed her scent to be. She turned more to face him, and her shoulder was left skimming his. He had no doubt she did it on purpose.

“I’m not like the other women at that party.” Some of her humor had fled, and her voice was low. “Dressing like this isn’t my usual style.”

The floors ticked by without pause, and his stomach tightened with each numbered light. They seemed to be moving closer, their bodies swaying together with each breath. It was almost imperceptible, but Ashley knew he wasn’t imagining it. “I didn’t think you were.” At her questioning look, he clarified, “Like the other women at the party. I like you more.”

She didn’t say another word until the doors slid open, though her eyes never left his. Taking her elbow, he led her out of the elevator and down the hall, heading straight for a set of double doors in the corner. He knew what she would see when he pushed them open, but the definite widening of those thick lashes and the delight in her smile more than exceeded his expectations.

Her steps were silent against the plush carpet as she headed straight for the long windows lining the far wall. “I guess they transferred you for being good at your job, huh?” Jenny teased.

“Exceptional,” Ashley shot back with a grin. He watched her take in the view for a few seconds, appreciating the sleek outline of her body against the city landscape. Los Angeles was sparkling with lights on automatic timers, smooth moving traffic, and a subtle orange glow that rolled over the sky, but the gentle curve of her back and the dark tendrils of hair falling around her neck were far more alluring. “Drink?”

She nodded without looking back. “Unless somebody downstairs is going to be wondering where in hell you disappeared to.”

He carried the drinks over, his fingers lingering on hers as she reached for the glass. He didn’t let go of the tumbler immediately, his eyes searching her face. She was breathtaking, and now that they were in the privacy of his office, he wanted to taste the sweet alcohol on her lips.

“I brought a date, as one does to these sorts of gatherings. But she didn’t accept my invitation because she was interested in hanging around me.”

Jenny drew her hand away, lifting the glass to her lush mouth to sip at the whiskey. “I can’t think of anybody else downstairs she might have preferred being with.”

“Me neither,” Ashley joked. He took a step closer as she turned to the window again, standing as though they were already lovers. He pointed with his drink at the view, his other hand sneaking around to touch the bare skin of her back. Running his fingertips down her spine, he added, “You can see the ocean from here.”

“Something tells me you don’t get a lot of chances to actually appreciate this.”

The delicate warmth of her skin under his hand made him fully erect. “No, I think this is the first time I’ve really had a chance to admire it.” Ashley set his glass aside and stepped behind her, his hand moving over her shoulder and down her arm. He put his mouth near her ear, his breath skimming her neck, though he was careful to avoid touching her with his lips. “It’s almost like I’ve never seen it before.”

Her long sigh fogged the window, blocking her reflection for a few precious seconds. Bringing her drink to her lips, Jenny tipped her head back to down the rest of the alcohol. Loose tendrils of her hair trailed along his shoulder, and he flashed on how it would look splayed across a crisp white pillow.

She reached to set the glass down with his before twisting in order to meet his gaze. “What’s the point of all the hard work if you don’t get to enjoy the perks? If I were you, I’d take what I could get, when I could get it. This town has a way of only giving you a single chance before it decides it’s done with you.”

“You’re very wise,” he said, spinning her in his arms. She looked up at him with wide, inviting eyes, and Ashley didn’t hesitate further. He claimed her mouth, kissing her like he had wanted to kiss her since she’d first smiled at him. She tasted as hot and sweet as he had imagined, the alcohol almost as intoxicating as the way she moved against him. He thrust his tongue between her lips, exploring the inviting curves of her mouth, again and again.

His hands covered her body, reaching for every delightful bit of bare skin he found. She pressed her limber form against him, and his c**k jerked in his pants. Ashley backed her to the window, pulling her skirt up around her trembling thighs.

She looped her arm around his shoulders, pressing her soft curves to him as she braced herself against the cool glass. Jenny shivered, gasped, then tore into his mouth again with a fresh hunger that left them both panting.

“I think I like this view better.” Her hand slipped between their bodies to find the hard outline of his c**k, but instead of squeezing it, Jenny ran her palm flat down its length.

Ashley shuddered at her touch. “Me, too.” He moved his mouth from hers, his tongue trailing down the slit at the front of her dress. “God, I want you.” He jerked his hips, pushing against her hand. A soft sigh escaped him as she finally snagged the zipper and reached into his pants to grip his shaft. “From the moment I saw you.” Her skirt was pulled up around her waist now, and he cupped her p***y through her damp thong, groaning at the heat of her flesh.

He was rewarded with a whimper, but Jenny countered his assault with one of her own, tightening her grip around his throbbing c**k, sliding her thumb across the pre-come already dripping from the tip. Ashley nibbled along the ripe curve of breast exposed by her dress, inwardly smiling when her nails began digging into his back.

“You’re playing with fire,” Jenny warned. “Because I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. And sometimes—” she pulled his head back up and licked a path to his ear “—that takes all night.”

“I think I can handle that,” Ashley said, pushing her thong out of the way.

He slid his hand around her thigh, lifting her leg over his hip, allowing the tip of his c**k to nudge against her swollen folds. Ashley sought her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers as he plunged deep into her hot passage. He paused, gasping with the strength and heat that surrounded him, but it was only a moment before he started moving his hips in a hungry rhythm. “f**k, you’re tight. I could f**k you all night.”

She didn’t answer. She simply coiled both arms around his shoulders again and dragged his mouth back to hers, matching the hard thrusts of his c**k with her own raw need.

His hands were everywhere, but when one found a breast and pinched her hardened n****e, Jenny moaned, driving her hips even more violently against his. “That’s it,” she rasped between kisses. “f**k me like that, and I just might stick around for seconds.”

The possibility was enough to make Ashley move faster, each stroke long and deep. His fingers abandoned her breast, and he replaced them with his mouth, biting her hard n****e through her dress, rolling it between his teeth. She keened at the contact, her back arching. Nothing about their f*****g was soft. Their hands, their mouths, their bodies were demanding, hungry. She scraped her fingernails down his back, and Ashley wished they were naked. He wanted to feel her against his bare skin—wanted to feel her heat, her sweat, her nails, her teeth.

Ashley moved his mouth away and found her lips again. “Stay,” he gasped. “Stay and I’ll f**k you any way you want.”

He felt her tremble. Before she replied, though, a slight shift in his weight drove his c**k into her at a different angle, slamming her into the cold glass. Jenny screamed, arching away from his kisses as his name tumbled from her lips.

Her orgasm was unlike anything Ashley had ever experienced; it was so intense, so hard and so fast it left him breathless. He slammed into her again, coming with a force that matched hers. She quivered around him, and he reached between their bodies, finding her clit, desperate to feel her come once more around his c**k before they parted.

He didn’t even have to do anything as drastic as pinch her. As soon as his fingers touched her clit, Jenny cried out, falling forward to cling to his waiting body as she spasmed yet again around his c**k. His mouth moved along her jaw, her neck, up to her ear, and he moaned in satisfaction when she somehow turned her head to mirror his caresses.

“f**k,” Ashley sighed. “Fuck.” He licked a bead of sweat along her neck. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

She answered him with a simple nod.

* * * *

Ashley shot in his hand, his body arching off the bed as spurts of hot come covered his stomach and chest. As he came down from the orgasm, gasping and shuddering, he knew Jenny was going to star in his dreams and fantasies for the foreseeable future. Ashley also knew that the next time he saw the dark-haired beauty, he was going to get a taste of her.