Sexy in Stilettos (18 page)

“Let's just think about something else,” she muttered, trying not to picture the elevator, her with her legs wrapped around him, begging him to make love to her. Him stroking her core ‘til she’d had an orgasm so strong, she'd collapsed.
Stop. Stop it now, Trudeaux. You’re not helping yourself
.

“I’ll stop thinking about it when you stop looking like you’re remembering the other night in the elevator.”

For the first time since she'd been wearing them nonstop, her shoes began to pinch and she shifted.

“Jaya, you need to stop moving.” Alec's voice was tight.

She understood where she was coming from. This was too much. They’d had sex in numerous positions and all kinds of places, but being trapped in a something the size of a coffin played havoc on her nerves. If only he didn’t smell so good. If only her whole body didn’t itch to have his hands on it. She heard the low moan and didn't realize it was coming from her until she felt his hands on her hips again, rubbing and soothing.

“I know. It's not easy for me either, sweetheart.”

“So much for my bright ideas. I can't believe I thought I could come in here and just do this. So stupid.” From now on I’m back to following the rules.

Alec hushed her. “It's okay. So it didn’t go according to plan. Could be worse.”

She would not cry, though tears pricked her eyelids. Stupid stupid stupid. His arms went around her and it was almost worse, because it reminded her of how they'd met. He pulled her even closer and there was no hiding his need from her. There was also no hiding her response to him as her nipples pressed into his shirt.

Hey, it’s not every day I get locked in a closet with a Greek God right? I might as well enjoy it.

He held her head to his chest and stroked the back of her head, still hushing her, still in comfort mode. Until she breathed into his neck. She felt the instant change in him. The tension creeping into his shoulders. The way his hands tightened on her waist. The low rumble in his chest. The hardening of his dick against her. She knew the kiss was coming even before he dipped his head.

For several moments she couldn’t believe he was going to kiss her. But she knew. She wasn’t that innocent. She was bracing herself. When his lips met hers, it was all he could do not to climb all over him. His lips were soft at first, undemanding. Subtle. Then he angled his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue crept in to meet hers. It teased hers into a dance. Tasting, stroking, begging for an answer. And the answer was heat and sex and need. God, the man could kiss. She moved against him in an ancient need to get closer. Her hips rocked against his and he growled.

“You keep doing that, and your sister’s going to hear you screaming my name.”

Alec shifted position. Jaya found her ribcage pressed up against a cabinet in the miniscule closet space. Finding her back crowded by a large, hard, very earthy male, she held her breath as the voices in the office drew nearer. She felt Alec’s hands tighten at her waist in silent warning not to make a sound, and strained to listen, but the voices were too muffled.

When his hands tightened on her hips again, her stomach contracted. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ward of the sensations. She shifted in an effort to create more space between them, but all she managed to do was bring herself closer to Alec—all of Alec.

After that, she tried to keep as still as she could, which proved increasingly difficult as he placed kisses at her temple, presumably to keep her calm. She took deep breaths and tried to think of something innocuous. Though every time she shifted, she could feel the length of him against her ass. She tried to swallow, but her mouth felt like sawdust. The things this man could do to her body by barely touching her. All she could do was brace herself against the safe in front of her. She rolled her head forward, exposing the back of her neck.

She held her breath as she felt the telltale sign of his arousal nudging against her insistently. God, he picked a hell of a time. Heart thudding in her chest, her brain was conflicted.

They couldn’t do this here. Though, her body was in no mood to listen to her brain. Why did the one man who could make her feel this way have to be Alec? They had no future. He would leave and she’d be left holding the pieces.

No, for her it had to be
Mr. Handsome as Sin,
who was all wrong for her. When his hands began to move up her ribcage, beads of sweat popped on her brow. Did he have any idea what he was doing to her? She shifted some more, trying to alleviate the throbbing ache between her legs. When she heard his muted groan, she felt a swell of feminine pride.

His hands paused just under her breasts. It was all she could do not to put them on her breasts herself. He beat her to it and gently rubbed her nipples with his thumbs.

Body on fire, she rolled her hips again. What the hell was wrong with her? There they were up shit’s creek with no paddle and she was giving serious thought to having sex in a closet.

Her nipples had started to tingle and pebbled into hard peaks. Her thighs quaked with the force of her arousal. Her bones had taken on a jelly consistency.

She had to touch him. Unfortunately, her current position and the need to be quiet limited her options. She twisted her arm behind her. Her palm came in instant contact with his hard, steely thigh. He was solid everywhere, all sinew and stone.

She drew her hand up until she hit pay dirt. He hissed as she stroked him once…twice…three times. She felt him go from firm and interested to rock-hard and relentless. She settled into a rhythm of rocking against him each time he squeezed her tender flesh. She was farther rewarded with a feral nip at her neck.

She should have been reminding him that they were in danger of getting caught instead of kneading him to full readiness. She should have been doing everything to keep quiet, not wanting to feel his hard flesh buried deep in her. She wanted him. Her dewy core was already slick in preparation for him. She moved against him again and reveled when he tensed.

Alec let his hands roam back down past the front clasp of her skirt and was her turn to hiss. His fingers tapped a sensuous rhythm down to her aching core. When he finally reached her strip of springy curls, he paused and nipped her ear. “Stay still and don’t make a sound,” he whispered. She stilled and his hand continued its journey. He inserted one impossibly long finger into the silken heat and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. To reward her silence, the one finger was joined by another, sliding into her in an ancient rhythm.

In the breath the voices drew nearer. Both of them held completely still, save his moving fingers. What a sight they must have been. Her hands behind her, stroking him. His hands in front of her, stroking her.

She was out of her mind. First the Nancy Drew antics. Now this. She’d never behaved like this a day in her life before she met him. She was out of her mind, pure and simple. Clearly this was not the place or the time. But it didn’t stop her with Alec.

If either of them made a sound, they would be discovered. Alec was dangerous to her sanity. She should have listened to him. But oh, no, she wanted to follow her heart.

***

Alec blinked, trying to find some measure of his sanity. With every infinitesimal movement of her hips, he wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell.  He tried to school himself to keep his hands at her waist. Unfortunately for him, his hands hadn’t listened.

When she rolled her head forward, it had been a mistake to kiss the exposed skin of her neck. But he’d felt her shudder and the heat rushed through him. And here he was, so desperate to have her he would take any risk.

The voices in the office were muted, but someone was still in there. He made a feeble attempt to gain the control of the situation.
Control is all I need.
All he had to do was remove his hands. The only problem was, Jaya kept grinding her butt up against his crotch and his hands had tightened in reflex. His body was enthusiastic, to say the least.

When she’d made that soft huffing sound in the back of her throat, he nearly came. The feel of her against him sent sensual alarms throughout his body. In their current position, he couldn’t touch as much of her as like he’d wanted to.

The voices moved farther away but not out of range. Alec felt the urgent need in his blood. He tried to support Jaya as she used one hand to brace herself. She brought her other hand around and massaged the length of him again.

He rewarded her with a low groan in her ear. “We have to stop.”

Ignoring him, she pumped again. His eyes crossed. The last bit of his control disappeared. He brought his head down and teased her left ear none too gently with his teeth. His hands massaged and kneaded her sensitive breasts. He loved the way they fit his hands. Her nipples responded to his hands like puppets to a puppeteer.

“I want you.”

His admission seemed only served to fuel her movements. He felt her delicate hands tighten around him once again and lost it. All reason had long flown out of the window.  His fingers retreated, the slid back into her. Her inner walled quivered around his fingers and he murmured in her ear, “Easy beautiful, easy.”

When the voices drew nearer, they both froze where they stood. Sweat beaded on his brow and he could have easily died right there and not cared. His dick twitched in her hand and it was all he could do not to scream in frustration.

At the softening of the voices, he breathed a sigh of relief. Alec’s mind slowly registered that the voices moved farther away and eventually ceased. There was a soft click of the office door. After that, he heard nothing. His gut told him they might still be there, but his body didn’t want to listen.

He felt Jaya relinquish her hold on him, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He wanted to hear his name. He
needed
to hear it. He nipped her ear and pulled his already slick fingers from her body, then slid them back in again. He got what he wanted. Jaya bit out a choppy whimper. “Alec.”

“Tell me you want me.” He was relentless. He kept stroking until her knees buckled.

A soft, “I want you, Alec,” came out on a breath. “I want you.”

Alec didn’t ease up on his caresses. His breathing was as choppy as hers. He felt her quake. His own whispers sounded harsh to his ears.

“Jaya”

“Mmm.”

He felt her tense, nearing her climax.

“Baby.” His fingers were dripping from her response.

“Oh, G—”

“Come on.” His breath ragged. “Let. Go. For. Me.”

“I wa—”

“I know.” He throbbed with need.

Her last breathy sigh of his name was like music to his ears. “Al—ec.” She melted like butter in his arms. His hands steadied her as he tried to think about anything that would abate his arousal.

Jaya was having none of it. With shaking fingers, she continued to knead him.

“Jaya, if you don’t stop, I’ll—”

“Come?”

“Jesus.” He wanted to roar with the frustration.

Alec stopped her roaming hand with his. Certain the office was now deserted, he took as much of a step back as he could manage. Jaya moaned at the separation. He quieted her by massaging his hands over her back. He filled each hand with the soft skirt fabric and hiked up.

He smiled at her soft gasp when the cool air hit her flesh. Alec groaned when he realized she’d only been wearing a black silk thong and matching garters under her prim skirt all day.

“Alec. What are you…”

He filled his hands with her firm, warm ass and lifted a little, forcing her to bend at the waist and grip the cabinet with one hand for support. With her other hand, she continued her earlier stroking of his cock and he bit out a string of curses. “Jesus, Jaya, I can’t hold on if you—

”

“If I what?”

In a swift motion, he removed his belt and shoved his jeans down. She gave a soft ooh sound when her palm came into contact with his smooth tip. A small bead of liquid escaped and helped lubricate her palm as she brought him closer and closer to the brink. Roughly, he tightened his grip on her hips and bent her over as far as she could go, forcing her to release her hold on him.

His cock nestled in the cleft of her ass. He leaned over to place kisses on her exposed neck. He fumbled with the foil packet he’d rescued from his wallet and shoved aside the flimsy material of her thong. And then, without preamble, he lined up the head of his cock to her folds and slid in to the hilt, making her groan.

For moments, he stayed just like that relishing the feeling, her inner muscles tightening and massaging the length of him. Those sexy mewling sounds from deep in her throat that revealed she was close to coming began again and they were music to his ears.  When he stroked the tip of her nipple, she gasped out his name again as her whole body quaked in his arms.

Taking his cue, he began to slide inch by inch of his cock out of her until he was nearly completely out. He repeated the movement, shallowly penetrated her, in and out, in and out until he made her beg for more.

“Damn it. Stop teasing me.

Chuckling, he whispered, “You want more, do you?”

At her muffled response, he penetrated her as deep as he could go, slowly building tension. Gasping for air, he filled his hands with each cheek and gripping for support, he loved the way the soft globes filled his palms.