Exposed by Fate (Serve #2)(30)

“Really? I could’ve sworn you wanted to wait.” His growl stoked the fire inside her even higher. “I can’t imagine any other reason for you to wear panties when I’ve forbidden them. You’ve wasted my time, Eliza. And now I’ll waste yours.”

“No.” She pressed her hips against the table, seeking relief and finding none. “I forgot.”

“Is that right?” His footsteps moved away from her. Nooo. Come back. “I’m going to forget something, too, so we’re even. How does privacy sound?” The sound of the window blinds being drawn startled her into looking over her shoulder. Oh my God. Her naked backside was now on display before an uncovered window. While her instincts screamed at her to cover herself, Oliver’s directions kept her glued to the table. It wasn’t easy. Not at all. Especially when across the street, a party raged on the roof of a hotel. Smartly dressed clusters of people sipped cocktails. She couldn’t hear them from this distance, making them seem like a muted television program, but they were there. Could very likely see her if they happened to glance over at the building.

Her pounding heart echoed louder and louder in her ears. The longer she stood there exposed, the less apprehension remained. She focused on Oliver’s hot eyes traveling over her flesh, his hand gripping the fly of his pants, stroking. My job. Mine. “Oliver,” she said hoarsely. “I’m dying.”

His attention snapped to hers, and she saw a flash of concern, before it vanished. He was behind her in a flash, dragging her sodden panties down her legs. That act alone caused her to tremble. God, she felt so empty without him.

“Get your legs up on the table. Show me how you do the splits.” He hooked a hand beneath her knee and lifted it into the hard surface, her thigh brushing his rigid erection on the way. “Be a good girl and give me what I want. So I can give you what you’re dying for.”

It was one thing to have her bare bottom visible to the party taking place across the street, but if she spread her legs on the table, every inch of her would be on display. Why did the idea of it make her pulse skitter out of control? “What if they see?”

He palmed her between her thighs, eliciting a strangled cry from her mouth. Using the heel of his hand, he grinded slow circles over her clit. “They might get lucky enough to see what I’m about to own, but they can’t have it, can they? This is all mine. Get up on the table.”

Eliza didn’t hesitated another second. The urgency battering her from the inside had grown unbearable to deny him what he wanted. What she needed. Supporting herself on shaky hands, she pressed her body forward, spread her legs and stretched them out on either side of her on the edge of the table. Oliver shouted a curse, drawing an answering gasp from her lips. A rich, dizzying feeling assailed her, so intoxicating her vision went temporarily dark. This was bad. So very bad. But it felt unbelievable. Knowing what he could see from behind with her sitting in the splits, knowing he liked what he saw, made her wish she could show him more, even though it was impossible. The harsh groans behind her left no room for doubt on that score. She was on display for him. His to peruse, memorize.

The sound of a condom wrapper ripping intensified her longing, as did the gruff question that followed. “Would you like to know what today’s lesson is?”

She leaned down and pressed her forehead against the cool surface. Her neck wouldn’t support her under the rush of anticipation. “Yes.”

Between her legs, she felt the smooth head of his erection, rubbing, enticing. “Whenever you make my cock this hard, I’m going to find a way to get it inside your *.” He drove every inch of himself into her, ripping a scream from her throat. “That’s the f*cking lesson.”

Eliza’s senses fired, then swarmed around where their bodies joined. Her entire being, her next breath, depended on his movements. He ground his hips into her once, pushing his hard length deep, deep. “Ahhh. Again, please. Please.”

“There’s my little beggar. Back for more?” He gripped both sides of her ass in his hands and rammed into her so hard, her hands skidded on the table. “I’ll give you as much as you can take.”

“I can take it,” she gritted out. “All of it.”

“You think so?” Both hands found her shoulders to keep her steady as he bore down on her, thrusting into her several times in quick succession. The buildup of dazzling pleasure it created had her mouth dropping open to cry out, but no sound emerging. He was huge inside of her, stretching her to accommodate every inch of him. Jarring her over and over against the table. Giving her no choice. “The rougher I am, the wetter you get, Eliza? You’re going to kill me.”

“Oliver—”

He seized her jaw with one hand, forcing her head up and cutting off her next litany of begging. When he spoke, his mouth moved over her ear, bathing it with his hot breath. The way he leaned over her sent him pumping into her at a different angle. One that caused his flesh to slide over her clit, her sensitive front wall. “You think the people outside can see what I’m doing to you, babe?” His hips moved like pistons. Faster. Harder. “You think they’re wondering what the hell I did to get it so good? I certainly am. But I’m going to make sure you need it again. And again. Make sure you can’t sleep or eat without remembering what I feel like, you tight little beauty.”