Craving Kismet

Chapter 3-2

“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 n*****s tightened at the suggestion. His bravado was as intoxicating as the champagne, and Jenny was dying to see if he planned to follow through on the unspoken promises in his eyes.

“Tell me what it is that keeps you alone, and I’ll let you show me anything you want,” she dared.

“My insatiable appetite. I just can’t be kept satisfied.”

Her lashes ducked, drinking in his trim form. There was no way he was talking about food. By the time she lifted her gaze back to his face, she was sure her cheeks were flamed with heat. “Obviously, you haven’t found the right woman.”

Ashley’s eyes had a wicked glint. “Maybe, but I haven’t given up the search.”

Taking a step closer, Jenny pretended to brush a piece of lint from his lapel, then let her fingertips graze to his shirtfront. “That’s a good thing for me, then. Because I think I’m more than done with this hoedown. And I owe you a little something for giving up your secret, right?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and she thrilled at the sudden twinkle of excitement in his blue gaze. “That was part of the deal.” Ashley looked around the room once more before gently cupping her elbow. “Do you have a place in mind?”

Her mind raced. She hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. “I’m sure there’s a conference room or something like that you take clients when you need some privacy. Someplace…where we can lock the door behind us?”

Ashley’s lips quirked as he began leading her to the door. “A room with a lock? I think I can find something.”

Every step through the crowd made Jenny’s heart beat a little bit faster, her skin blaze a little bit hotter. Nobody seemed to notice them, but when she caught sight of Bryan out of the corner of her eye, his back mostly to her as he talked to a small group of men, she couldn’t help but shiver as she inched closer to Ashley.

His hold on her tightened, as though he sensed her slight unease. “We can stay here and chat,” Ashley offered, nodding toward a corner.

Jenny glanced where he suggested before shifting to look at him. “I don’t welsh on deals.” She smiled, just in case there was any doubt about her intent. “Especially when I’m pretty damn sure I’m getting the best end of the bargain.”

“I think I’d dispute that point.” They reached the door, and people filtered in and out, but nobody deigned to look at them. The swell of guests fell behind them as they entered a long, cool corridor. “And win the argument.”

Their footsteps were muffled against the carpet, their pace unhurried. With no crowd to lose her in, Ashley dropped his hold on her elbow. Before Jenny missed its absence, his hand reappeared in the small of her back, fingertips feathering along her bare skin as he guided her to a stop in front of the elevator.

“Am I going to know what it is I’m getting myself in for?” she asked, her mouth twisted in amusement. The doors swished open, and the pair stepped inside. “Or do I get to be surprised?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Ashley hit a button—at random it seemed. “Do you like surprises?”

She answered him with a hard shove into the mirrored wall, her fingers knotted in his suit jacket as she slammed her mouth to his. The need to at least get a taste of him had finally won out over patience, and Jenny groaned as she molded her body against his hard form.

Ashley recovered quickly from her sudden assault, returning her kiss without pause. His hands snuck around her back, his palms pressing into her bare skin, and his tongue invaded her mouth as soon as she parted her lips. Even through his tuxedo, the heat of his skin reached hers, and his fingers almost burned where they splayed along her spine.

“Want you.” Each kiss stole yet more of her breath, leaving her gasping as he tightened his embrace. “Want you to f**k me.”

He spun, pushing her against the wall, and reached for the red button next to the door. The elevator came to a sudden halt, hanging between floors, and his mouth found hers again. “Is right now good for you?” he asked against her lips.

“Now.” Her tongue traced the lower curve of his mouth. “An hour from now.” Jenny lifted a hand to the back of his neck, fingers tangling with the longer strands of his hair as she kept him close. “All f*****g night.”

Ashley made a sound in the back of his throat—a moan wrapped around a whimper. It sounded like an agreement. His mouth moved from hers, tasting and licking along her jaw to her neck. “All night,” he promised against her skin, his lips caressing the hollow of her throat as he shrugged his jacket off.

She had imagined being laid out on a wide conference table while Ashley pounded into her, but the prospect of taking the edge off in the elevator made Jenny tremble with excitement, hands almost shaking as she helped him push his coat off his shoulders. Next came the tie, then the shirttails pulled from his pants, his mouth never once leaving her ever-warming skin. She was panting in short, sharp breaths by the time her fingers trailed around to his buttons, but she hesitated as he lifted his head to meet her desire-darkened eyes.

“I’m engaged to be married, you know.” For some reason, it seemed important to get that out there.

“Oh?” He pushed a loose curl behind her ear, his fingers trailing down her neck to come to a rest at the back of the neckpiece. “I was engaged once.” He moved deftly, unsnapping the dress and letting it fall to expose her breasts to his hungry gaze. They both looked down for a moment, as if surprised by the way her n*****s hardened in the warm, almost stuffy, air. He trailed his lips down her chest, his tongue darting out to circle one rosy areola. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Jenny arched away from the wall at the first warm, wet touch. “It’ll be our little—” his tongue flicked across the tip right before he sucked it hard into his mouth, making her gasp “—secret.”

“Secret,” Ashley agreed, shifting his attention to the other n****e. She gripped his shoulder with one hand, and he took the other, encircling her wrist to guide it to his hard erection. He thrust against her hand before releasing her, his fingers curling around the thick material of her dress. “Never tell a soul.”

She smiled, grasping his c**k through his pants and squeezing with the same pressure he was attending to her breast. “I guess that kind of confidentiality makes me a client now,” she said, bowing away from the wall in order to help him push her gown past her hips.

“Indeed.” The dress whispered down her legs. He bit her n****e playfully before dropping to his knees to continue his exploration. His hands skated up the back of her thighs, coming to a rest on her ass while he dragged his tongue along the edge of her thong. “And I am always very, very thorough when it comes to my clients. I do my best to go the extra mile.”

When he pulled her against his mouth, Jenny lifted a leg and hooked it over his shoulder. It made her thong slip between her outer lips, and she leaned back against the wall as he sucked at her sensitive clit through the wet fabric. Idly, she lifted a hand to stroke her breast, pinching the n****e with the same pressure he was giving her p***y. It wasn’t enough, too little to satisfy the growing hunger his touch inspired.

“God…” she breathed. “Is this part of what keeps the women coming back?”

Ashley looked up at her from beneath his lashes, his blue eyes playful, almost boyish. “Part of it.” His fingers moved beneath her thong, testing her damp skin, teasing her with sweetly cruel caresses. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

She thought he was going to stay on his knees and continue tormenting her with his mouth. But then he stood, her leg dropping off his shoulder, and his mouth was curved into a mischievous grin for the split second before it came crashing back to hers. Jenny grabbed at his shirtfront to keep from losing her balance, fingers struggling with buttons, every scrape of the stiff cotton against her bare breasts making her ache for more direct contact. By the time she pressed their naked torsos together, the elevator felt like it was tilting around her, stifling and close and far too hot. She trembled in expectation for even more.

Once his shirt was discarded, her hands went to his pants, fumbling with the buttons until his fly hung open. He hissed as she wrapped her fingers around his hard c**k, stroking the silky shaft while he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He braced himself against the wall with one hand, the other moving between her legs to push her thong aside and urge her thighs apart. Ashley pressed his body against hers, the head of his c**k slipping between her lips to tease her firm clit.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jenny knew there was something she should be remembering, some detail that escaped her, but in this moment with this man and this hungry need burning bold inside her, she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting him inside her, feeling his skin slide against hers, devouring him as certainly as he was devouring her. It was all about the want. The want was all that mattered.

Ashley pulled away from her mouth to look at her as his c**k nudged against her wet opening, teasing her with its nearness before drawing back to graze across her clit. A silent dare passed behind his eyes, and Jenny smiled in response.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, lifting a leg to curl it around his hips.

“That,” he said, drawing his fingers along her thigh to her ass, holding her in place as he thrust forward. His c**k pushed inside her inviting flesh, and they both paused, their feet shuffling a little, their skin slick, their breath caught in their throats. She broke first, rocking her hips toward him.

Once she started moving, Jenny didn’t stop to think about how much he filled her up, or how he followed her lead as easily as if they’d been f*****g for years. She didn’t consider how the slight angle of his c**k hit her g-spot on nearly every thrust, and she didn’t focus on how he didn’t waste time with shallow strokes, driving as much of his shaft inside her as he could each time their bodies came together. It took all her concentration just to remember to breathe, and even then, she was sure she skipped an inhalation or two. She matched his forceful tempo and hoped there would be something left of her after she came.

Ashley’s mouth and hands were everywhere, seeking out her heated skin, caressing, kissing, biting. Each of his moans was muffled, his breath sending chills down her back even as he pushed into her harder, faster. He was hungry for her, and Jenny’s body responded to that hunger with its own desperation. His lips made their way from her neck back to her mouth, his tongue entwining with hers.

The first warnings of her orgasm came far too quickly. Every inch of her enflamed, pulsed with the same cadences of her heartbeat, while her hands sought to touch anything that she could, scratching down his back, reaching down the loose back of his waistband to cup his taut ass. She needed the release as much as she didn’t want it yet, but the only control Jenny had was in riding the intensifying waves.

When she came, it was with Ashley’s mouth still firmly devouring hers, swallowing down any scream that might have accompanied the crashing shudders taking over her body. It didn’t make him slow. If anything, Jenny thought it spurred him to f**k her even harder.

The veins on Ashley’s temple stood out, and sweat glistened on his forehead. He was gripping her now, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her again and again. Each time he thrust forward, the coarse hairs at the base of his c**k brushed against her clit. Ashley dragged his mouth along her jaw, pulling her skin between his teeth and sucking hard as he climaxed.

The slight pain countered the shivers still rolling through her body, making Jenny gasp as she dug her fingers into his bare back. “That was…fucking amazing,” she breathed.

Ashley was nearly panting, but he didn’t let go of her or pull away. “Think you’re up for another round?”

She met his blazing eyes, her mouth curving into a ready smile. “Hell yeah.”