Insatiable. Leslie Kelly

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      Viv squeezed him again, deep inside, and was rewarded with a slow thrust. His mind might imagine they could stop, but his body was nowhere ready to. “Five more minutes?” she cajoled, licking her lips, tightening her legs around his lean hips.

      “It’s going to take a lot longer than that,” he told her, the words as much a promise as a declaration.

      “Not for me.” Not that she didn’t want a lot more. But oh, she wanted an orgasm, and she wanted it now.

      He pulled away so he could look down at her, and obviously noted the hot hunger she couldn’t disguise. Her body was quaking, tingling, the pressure so enormous she felt sure she’d either have to climax or punch something, just to relieve the sensual stress. At no other time did pleasure and pain mix so exquisitely, with boundaries almost impossible to discern, than right before climax. When it came, there would be no better sensation in the world. When denied, nothing was worse.

      “Two minutes,” she begged. “I need... I have to...”

      “No.” He shook his head once, and let go of her hips, until she was standing on her own feet.

      Viv was ready to cry, but when those lips curved up, she held off.

      “Thirty seconds.”

      Her brows went up as she heard the confidence in his voice. But when he immediately dropped to his knees, lifting her leg over his shoulder, as he had before, she knew she wouldn’t require the full thirty seconds. Not if he was going to... Oh, God.

      He did.

      A cry escaped her throat as he licked her sex, covering her clit with that warm tongue. She was panting, desperate for breath, hungry for release. Twining her fingers in his thick, black hair, she arched toward his hungry mouth, glorious sensation washing over her. He encircled the sensitive nub, licking at the base, sucking gently, and all brain function ceased. She closed her eyes and began to whimper as the heat centered and pooled right there...right... “There!”

      Attaining the highest heights her body could reach, she let it rock her from head to toe. Warm waves of satisfaction rolled through her. She couldn’t stop herself from gently thrusting her hips, loving that he continued to lap at her as the hot currents pulsed and scattered through her veins, bringing light and energy and pure deliciousness to every cell in her body.

      She was so lost to it, she barely even noticed when he stood up, dropping her skirt into place. Missing his warmth, the intimate connection, she managed to open her eyes. Sucking in deep, hungry breaths, she watched him walk to the control panel and reengage the elevator. And then they were moving again, slowly rising, past one floor, heading to the next.

      Finally, she found a functioning brain cell and muttered, “I might not be able to walk out of here.”

      “I’ll carry you,” he said, those dark eyes gleaming as he assessed her, from her tangled hair, to her gaping blouse and her crumpled skirt.

      She gave him her most wicked, come-hither smile, but it faded from her lips when she realized the elevator was slowing. And they weren’t yet to the top floor.

      “We’re stopping!” She ran a quick, assessing stare over him. For the most part, he looked perfect, gorgeous, the hair smooth, the face innocent—but for the gleam of hot woman on his lips—the jacket, shirt and tie just fine.

      But, uh... “You might want to put that away,” she said with a giggle, gesturing toward his unzipped pants. His penis was still free, all big, hard and delicious. If they weren’t about to be boarded and invaded, she’d love to drop to her knees and repay the intimacy he’d just bestowed upon her.

      He didn’t immediately shove things into place again or try to zip and hide. No. Instead, he took a few steps toward her, to the back corner, and braced his hands on either side of her. Without even glancing over his shoulder or acknowledging that the door was sliding open behind them, he pressed his mouth to hers in a wet kiss, sucking on her tongue, letting her taste her own essence. Viv twined her arms around his neck, tilting her head, kissing him, not really giving a damn that someone else had boarded the elevator.

      The kiss was long, slow and surprising. Damien cupped her face in both his hands, his thumbs scraping gently over her cheeks. His touch was tender, careful, his kiss a soft promise, not a demand. Viv was still dying for more, but she found her heartbeat slowing, and her breaths, too. She slid her fingers into his hair, stroking its silkiness, and gave herself over to the pleasure of a long, leisurely kiss.

      Of course, this wasn’t just a regular kiss, and in a tiny corner of her mind, she couldn’t quite forget that. First, they had an audience, albeit a quiet, unobtrusive one. Second, she could still feel Damien’s rock-solid erection pressed hard against her stomach. The people behind him couldn’t possibly see, but oh, just knowing it was there—hot, throbbing, inviting—was enough to make her tingle all over.

      Eventually, they came to another stop. Damien slowly ended the kiss. Smiling at how much she’d enjoyed it, Viv glanced over his shoulder, appraising their audience. It was a younger couple, both wearing workout clothes and carrying water bottles. They’d apparently gone downstairs to use the fitness center.

      Both were watching them closely. Both were grinning.

      Viv wasn’t the blushing sort, but still a bit of heat flashed up into her cheeks. If those people had any idea what had been going on in the elevator right before they’d stepped onto it, they wouldn’t be grinning, they’d be wide-eyed with shock.

      Then again...those grins said they were aware they’d stumbled onto more than a couple kissing in an elevator. Hmm.

      When Viv inhaled a deep breath and caught the rich odors of earthy sex, she winced. There was no way those strangers didn’t realize what they’d been doing. The very air betrayed them.

      Resisting the urge to bury her face in Damien’s shoulder, she groaned softly, praying she never ran into the other couple again. But just to make things a tiny bit worse, as they began to exit the elevator on their own floor, the young woman glanced at Viv over her shoulder. “Uh...don’t forget those,” she said with a wink, pointing to the floor.

      Viv glanced down. And groaned. Her lacy white panties were tangled around Damien’s black leather shoes.

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