The Private Serials Box Set(27)

The orgasm he gave me went on and on, and perhaps was more than one, but I couldn’t tell. I was floating on a cloud, having the best out-of-body experience I could imagine. When I felt myself finally flutter back to the ground, with Preston’s fingers still gingerly stroking me, my eyes came back into focus and I looked at him. Before I could get a word out, his lips came to mine again, but this time, the kiss was sweet and slow.

His left hand found its way back to my face, cupping my cheek, and his other hand wrapped around my waist, simply holding me to him. I tightened my leg around him, still needing to be as close to him as possible, knowing he was going to pull away eventually and I’d have to give him up forever.

When he did tear his lips from mine, it was only far enough away to say my name against them.

“Lena,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” His words we pained but his touch was still soft. “I didn’t want this to happen here.”

“It’s a little late for regrets,” I said, letting my leg drop back to the ground.

“No,” he said, gripping me behind my knee and pulling my leg back to his hip. “I could never regret touching you. I just regret doing it here. I wanted you in my bed, Lena. I want you naked, lying down, completely bare and spread for me. Open for me to see and feel. I want every piece of you, and I want to be able to make you scream my name without worry of who might hear. I didn’t want to f*ck you with my hand in a broom closet.”

“Then why did you?”

“He had his hands on you,” he repeated his words from earlier.

“He’s my husband.” I repeated mine.

“I don’t care what some stupid piece of paper says, Lena. You’ve been mine since the very first time I saw you walk into that bar.”

My eyebrows scrunched at his words. “You couldn’t have watched me walk into the bar. I beat you there. I watched you come in.”

His thumb came up and traced over my bottom lip. “Will you always underestimate me?” He said the words with a smile, but I felt the word ‘always’ like it hit me in the gut. We wouldn’t have an always. We had a ‘right this instant,’ and it was closely followed with a ‘this is so terribly wrong.’ I couldn’t help but feel like it was the best wrong I’d ever had.

“I beat you there by about twenty minutes, but I was waiting outside. As I watched you walk in to that bar, I knew everything in my world was about to be flipped upside down, and I followed you in anticipation of that.”

“Preston,” I said softly. “This,” I said, using my hand to motion between us, “It doesn’t change anything.” I took in a breath, hoping the words didn’t hurt as much coming out as it did holding them in. “When I walk out of here, we can’t be together again. It’s too dangerous. I can’t even believe I let this happen, here, with Derrek just in the other room.” I put my hands back on his chest, trying to push him away again, but his hands were firmly planted on my thigh and waist, and he wasn’t letting go. “I need to deal with my marriage. I need to put that behind me before I can even start to think about being with someone else.”

My leg fell back down as his hand moved from my thigh to cup the side of my face, then moved just slightly into the hair pinned back, pulling me closer to him.

“You need to let me worry about Derrek. I’ll get what you need. But you can’t push me away, sweetheart. You’ve already let me partway in, and I plan on getting all the way in soon. In every sense of the word.”

“What if I don’t want you in at all?” I tried to use a voice more forceful and strong, but I was sure I sounded shaky and unsure.

He pressed me up against the wall again and I could feel his cock, rock hard still, between us. I whimpered involuntarily, unprepared to feel him hard and huge against me, and as he leaned down and nipped my bottom lip between his teeth, he ground his hips into me, my traitorous eyes fluttering closed.

“You’re a shit liar, Lena. You’re dripping for me right now.” Even as he said the words, his hand ran over my opening, making me cry out, a sound of pleasure mixed with surprise. He pushed his fingers into me again, slowly, and I couldn’t hold back my moan as I exhaled. “Here’s what you’re going to do.” His fingers slid out of me and my eyes snapped open, looking to him for explanation. “You’re going to walk out of here,” his fingers pushed back in, making my mouth gape open. Then he pulled out and made a slow circle around my clit, eliciting more cries from me. “You’re going to walk right out of this gala.” He lazily slipped his fingers back in and then out again. “You’re going to get a cab home and then wait for me.” The warmth of his hand was then absent altogether, and I hated that I missed it.

“You’re going to f*ck everything up,” I said, accepting the fact I wasn’t in control anymore, and that even though Preston was, the odds were against me.

“Hardly, sweetheart. I’m going to f*ck you. But it’s not going to be in a closet, and it’s not going to be fast or quick. I’m going to f*ck you in my bed, slow and hard, and then I’m going to do it again and again until we’re both exhausted and sore in all the good places.”

I swallowed hard, both completely aroused by his promises, and scared about the reality that waited for me outside this utility closet.