Sweet Seduction Sabotage (18 page)

"A little bit of red, Mr Kline," I breathed, the words sounding entirely too turned on.

"Mmhmm," he murmured, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Your timing is perfect,
sternchen
. I'm stuck between cases, one of mine being shoved back because of a ridiculous change of schedule. So, tell me, how are we going to do this?"

I reached back, not looking over my shoulder - if I looked at him, everything would stop - grasped his hand in mine and took the chance.

A rowdy group of tattooed, bandanna wearing, leather clad men were starting to shout at the desk clerk, distracting the guards at the door and further inside the building itself. All eyes were on the ensuing argument, some of them eager to see a fight. I didn't think they'd let it escalate that far, and as I pulled Drew towards the side of the desk, closest to the door of cloakroom, I noticed the guards move and people scatter with their approach.

It was just enough for us to move through them, undetected, unseen, as we slipped behind the desk and pushed open the door. It clicked shut behind us, the sounds of our breathing, and the muffled cries for order seeping in under the door, the only noise inside the room.

I turned slowly to face Drew. His chest rose and fell with too much speed. His pulse, on the side of his neck, fluttered. He licked his lips and then cleared his throat.

"I am so turned on right now," he declared. "How do you that?" He shook his head, glanced around the cloakroom, which was larger than either of us had suspected, I think. Two rows of coats, quite full, running back down both sides of a ten foot long room. "We could really get caught, Kels," he pointed out.

I nodded. "Isn't that what makes this so red?"

His fists clenched. "They have guns out there."

"And they'd shoot us for fucking in amongst the clothes?"

His head shook again, this time more slowly. "Do you need this?" he asked.

I blinked. Did I? Not anymore. Certainly not right now, and I had a feeling that sensation wouldn't dim.

"No," I whispered. "But it was your fantasy and I wanted to give it to you. Remind you that
there can be red in amongst the rainbow you've shown me. I..." I paused, struggled to find the right words. "I don't think I will ever be fully free of the red, Drew. I will always want to push the boundaries in some way. Not so much to remind me I'm alive, but because I can, and it's fun, and I want to do it with you."

"Star light, star bright. The first star I see tonight,"
Drew murmured.

"What's that?" I asked.

"An old English nursery rhyme. It reminds me of you."

"How does it go?"

He repeated the first line again, and then added,
"I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish, I wish tonight."
He took a step towards me, reaching up to unbutton his suit jacket while he moved. "You've been the wish I've made every night since I met you." He reached me, and stood there staring down into my eyes. Soft dove grey. Beautiful. He lifted a hand up and brushed my hair from my face. "All my wishes have come true," he whispered. "Don't ever lose the red, Kels. It's what makes you shine so bright."

He leaned down and kissed me so softly, almost chastely, then pulled back and undid his belt buckle, followed by his trousers. He was wearing boxers, this wasn't part of his plan today. I'd surprised the schemer, I'd caught him off guard.

"On your knees, sweetheart. I want to lose myself in your mouth."

I might have set the stage, but I realised as I sank to the floor without even raising a brow in protest, that I was never going to be the director of the show. This performance was all mine, but it was always Drew's to direct.

I was his to command.

And I loved it.

"Oh, God yes! Like that!" Drew's fervent whispers sounded out in the cloakroom of the District Court.

We were doing it. We were bathing in red. At any moment the desk clerk could open that door, a coat or bag in hand, and watch Drew come apart under my lips and teeth and tongue.

I was so freaking wet. And Drew,
fuck
, Drew was losing his ever loving mind through his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

His hands fisted in my hair. His hold was tight, but as ever, controlled. Drew was sinking into sweet oblivion, but he was making sure I wasn't harmed in the process. Keeping me safe, like he'd always promised. Even though there was no way he could prevent us from being caught here; it was all down to chance.

He groaned as I fondled his balls. His hips jerked and thrust harder, making the tip of him reach the back of my throat. I could taste Drew all day, but the illicit nature of the moment, and the fact he had court cases to return to before long, made our movements urgent and too eager. His thrusts a little too fast, my sucks and pulls a little too hard.

His breathing ratcheted up a notch, his moans became a fraction too loud. Drew was expert at keeping quiet, at keeping our activities hidden behind silence and well timed trysts. He'd never let go like this. But this was his fantasy come to life. His dream, his star gazed wish. And I was giving it to him.

"Oh fuck, Kelly. In your mouth or in you?" he panted. I knew what he was asking. Did I want him to come now or when he was buried deep inside my core.

For a moment I couldn't decide, but Drew, as he was prone to do, made the decision for both of us. He pulled back, holding my lips from the tip of his cock. I strained to gain access again, desperate for another lick, another taste, another hit of Drew's special kind of bliss.

He chuckled. Glanced around the cloakroom and then bent down to lift me off the floor. His eyes travelled down the length of me, taking in my Sweet Seduction uniform of trousers and fitted blouse. I'd have to have words with Genevieve, I think it was time to change the uniform to a skirt. I was sure Dominic would not argue with that wardrobe alteration. What hot, sexy, virile man would?

Drew pulled me down the back of the cloakroom, further away from the only entrance to the room. We'd started in the middle of the open aisle between coat racks, in plain sight for anyone who walked through that door. I didn't think Drew was consciously dialling the red back, he had a plan. He was taking over the show.

He parted some jackets at the rear of the room, revealing a blank wall at their backs.

"Hands up on the wall," he instructed. "Spread your legs, you know how this goes, Kels."

Oh, yes I did. He'd fucked me this way against the wall in a hallway at Dominic's house. The first time we'd had sex.

"Remember?" he breathed, lifting my hair off my shoulder and kissing me exactly where he had that night. "Dom and Gen just down the way, in the next room, laughing and talking unaware that I was fucking you hard meters away from them. My cock sliding in and out of that tight pussy, our breaths getting so loud we were certain we'd be caught. You were so wet. Are you wet for me now,
sternchen
? Do you want to feel me inside you like you did that night?"

"Fuck, Drew," I murmured, my voice husky and sex crazed. His hand moulded to my arse over my trousers, rubbing seductively as he waited for me to answer.

"If I slide my finger into your knickers will it come out soaked?" he whispered, slowly running his hand over my hip, around my stomach and undoing the top button on my pants. "Tell me what you want, Kelly. Specifics."

"I...I want you deep inside. All that hard length impaling me against the wall."

"Bloody hell," he burst out on a breath of air, his finger slipping beneath the edge of my underwear. "Lace?" he asked. "Purple or black?"

"Purple." I wasn't sure if I'd ever go black again.

"Fuck!" he whispered, his finger finding its goal, sinking between my folds and entering my body in a smooth, wet glide. "So fucking wet. I'm going to be buried inside you, taking you hard and fast. Right here in a cloakroom of the District Court. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to lose myself inside your tight pussy, don't you?"

Oh, Drew. The floodgates had been opened, and now my sex craved madman was verbalising every one of his wicked intents. I liked this new side of Drew.

"Yes," I pleaded, my head thrown back as his finger pumped slowly inside.

"There she is," he murmured, kissing the side of my neck. "So fucking sexy and hot, I might shoot my load all over your arse."

Jesus, where had this man come from?

My trousers were roughly pushed down, followed by my knickers. They stopped at my shins. His hand gripped my hip and he pulled me back toward him, spreading my legs with his knee as far as they could go given the obstruction of my clothes.

I heard him rustle in his pocket for a condom.

"We're coming back here once we've received the all clear," he announced as he sheathed himself in the condom behind my back. "And I'm taking you bare against this wall."

He really was looking forward to that.

"In fact, we're going to retrace every place we've ever fucked and we'll do it all again, skin on skin."

That could take a while, we'd fucked in a hell of a lot of places.

"Then again," he said, placing his broad tip at my entrance, teasing me with a slow stroke through my folds. "We might just like to create new locations, better locations. Ever fucked on top of the Harbour Bridge?"

I started laughing, which was immediately cut off as he sank himself inside. Slow, purposeful, hard. All air burst out of me and my arms gave at the elbows, bringing the wall closer with that one first thrust.

"Hold steady," he demanded. "Or I'll crush you. I'm not going to go easy. You feel too damn fucking good right now."

He started rolling his hips, allowing me time to adjust to his size and location, and then, when I moaned and started to push back, he let go. Both hands on my hips as he thrust forward, a small breath of air expelled when he reached the very back of me each time. It was so forceful, I just had to take it. Stand still, not try to meet him, let him control every single aspect of this moment of red.

He kissed along the back of my neck, as he pounded into my core, taking what he needed, what he craved. As much a slave to the sensations as me. His hand left my hip at some stage and slipped around my waist to between my thighs. His thumb and index finger pinched my clit, then rubbed, as he ground his cock into me from behind.

"Let go," he demanded huskily in my ear. "I'm fucking you in a public building, in a room frequently used. We could get caught. We could get seen. It's the fucking hottest thing I've done with you yet."

That was enough to tip me over the edge, a sound slipped out of my lips as colours flashed behind my eyes. Drew kept the pressure on my clit, while he pumped into me from behind. My breaths stalled as pure bliss rolled over me, and then he bit down hard on my shoulder, through my blouse, and I came again in a rush and sound of debauched delight.

"Oh, fucking hell," he breathed behind me, as some of my awareness returned. "My turn, sweetheart. I'm so close to losing it, it won't take long."

Half a dozen thrusts further and I knew he was there, his breathing erratic and uncontrolled, his thrusts hard and desperate, his hold tight and firm, his body tense, his cock rigid inside. He sucked in a breath, moaned it back out and then... the door to the cloakroom opened.

Holy fucking shit! Drew stilled, both of us not breathing, but his body twitched, his cock jerked. It felt so freaking good. I opened my mouth before thinking, his hand wrapped over my lips a split second before I was about to moan. So familiar, so, so red.

We heard the desk clerk pull a coat hanger off the rack down by the door, obviously to place a
coat on it. Someone called out to him at the desk, he shouted a reply.

Then he took two steps closer, while he retrieved another coat from amongst the forest of clothes that surrounded us. The jackets to our right swayed with his movements, we could hear him mumbling to himself as he made sure he'd chosen the right one.

It was the closest we'd ever been to getting caught. An inch away from being seen. And Drew's trousers were down by his ankles, my arse was bare as his stiff cock impaled me from behind. His hand over my mouth, his body quaking, sweat dripping down our cheeks, as we waited for the cry of surprise that announced we'd been found out.

"Got it!" the clerk announced and I felt Drew lose his hold.

A small sound escaped as his hips thrust, an act completely out of his control.. and he spilled himself inside, undulating waves of heat, pulsating down the length of his shaft, reverberating through my entire body.

It lasted a long time, longer than it took for the clerk to leave and shut the door, closing us in our secret, illicit hideaway. By the time Drew came back to his senses, we'd crumbled to the floor. His knees giving out, his body turning to jelly. Shudders and tremors racking his entire frame as his cock, still inside me, twitched and jerked and I think he might have come again, I'm not sure. But the sound of pure bliss that escaped him, as we lay on our sides, him wrapped around my back, coupled with a further few thrusts of his hips against my butt, let me think he might have just come twice in a row.

We lay in silence for a long time. The moment deserved the respect.

Then, "You are a wicked, wicked woman, Kelly Quayle. You have ruined me forever. I am completely and utterly yours."

I smiled to myself, relishing the closeness, the warmth of him at my back, the rainbow of colours he stirred inside my heart.

"You're pretty unbelievable yourself," I whispered.

His arms tightened, his head fell against my shoulder and he let out a sigh of pure contentment. I could relate.

"I don't want to go back to work," he announced. "I want to spend the rest of the day in bed with you. Hell, I want to spend the rest of my life in bed with you. Naked, skin on skin. Making you writhe and moan and murmur those things you say when you're desperate to come."

"What things?" I demanded.

He laughed and laid a kiss on my sweat soaked skin.

"Oh, you know. 'Fuck me harder, Drew.'" He imitated my voice with a husky whisper. Is that how he heard me? It sounded fucking sexy. "'Show me how dirty you are,'" he added, and I tried to turn around to glare at him.

"I do not say that."

"Yes you do," he said, his lopsided smirk in full swing as I stared at him over my shoulder. "And a lot more. It heats my blood. It makes me harder. It's the sexiest thing a woman has ever said to me. You are so fucking hot, I can't believe my luck."

I huffed. "You've gotten pretty vocal too, buster."

"Have I?"

"Yeah, Mr Remember Me Fucking You Hard Against The Wall."

His body shook with unleashed laughter.

"Just entering the spirit of things," he declared between silent chuckles.

"Mmhmm," I returned.

"I told you that you bring out the adventurer in me. I think I bring out the sex craved screamer in you."

"I am not a screamer."

"Want to bet?" His hand snaked around the front of my body and dipped between my legs again.

He reached his goal before I could stop him, making my whole body jerk and in less time it took to register his intention, I was wet again, and wanting, and extremely turned on.

"How do you do that?" I moaned, in a quiet whisper.

"Do what? This?" His fingers slid through my folds, rubbing my nub and then sliding inside, somehow stretching me again, and making me
burn
."

"Turn me on so quickly," I clarified, breathlessness already sweeping me away. "Just a touch, a word, a look," I added. "And I am so fucking yours."

"Oh,
sternchen
," he murmured, resting his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel him hardening again. No longer inside me, but up the crease of my rear. "Don't you realise yet?" he added. I just moaned and writhed on his fingers, the pad of his palm stimulating my clit. "We were made for each other. You bring the adventurer, I badly need, out in me and I give you red laced in the blues and greens and yellows of life."

We were made for each other
. I completely agreed with that, and not just because I was seconds away from coming again, on the floor in a cloakroom, with Drew half dressed at my back. His fingers thrusting steadily inside me, his hard cock pressing invitingly at my back.

"Drew," I breathed, almost there.

"Fuck, you are beautiful when you get so close," he murmured back. "You know I'm going to have to fuck you again, don't you?"

"What about work?"

"Fuck work. I have a fallen angel in my arms, there's no way I'm going back to work just yet."

I shuddered as the orgasm washed through me, convulsing almost under his touch and caress.