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I WHIPPED HER PANTS and underwear down her legs faster than she could pull me back to her. I fell to my knees, pulling her body into my face and sliding my tongue between her thighs. I could taste her. Smell her. Feel her rolling against my mouth. Her hands were threading through my hair, and her knees were parting for me, fighting the restraint her pants had formed around her ankles, just to feel more of me.

I found her clit, and I circled it delicately. I traced faceless pictures into her pussy as my hands held her hips to the elevator wall. She was dripping into my mouth, coating my chin with a decadent taste no five-star restaurant could mimic.

My eyes whipped up to her as pleasure rolled over her body. Her eyes were screwed shut, and her lips were puckered. Her moans were soft, and her whispers of agreement were like a concerto ushering in a symphony. I slid my tongue as far back as I could go before I raked it along her slit, gathering as much of her sweet juice as I could on the tip of my tongue.

I kissed up her body, hearing her panting as I lifted her shirt. I tugged her bra down and wrapped my lip around her nipple, my eyes watching her as she looked back at me. Her eyes were glassy with want. The depths of her dark brown eyes swam with a passion she wanted to unleash. I slipped my hands around her body, massaging the curve of her ass as I kissed up her neck.

“Derek,” she said breathlessly. “Kiss me.”

I nuzzled my nose against her ear, listening to her moan into me. Her hands were tugging at my belt, loosening my pants so she could get to my cock. I could feel her lust for me. I could feel her trembling against my body. My lips pressed a kiss against her cheek as her lips tried to find mine. Sighs and gasps, all while her lips searched for something.

Anything.

Everything.

Our lips collided, and her tongue lapped her juices off my face. Electricity shot through my body, rising up my spine and standing my hairs against my neck. Her hands slid my pants down as her delicate hand wrapped around my cock, a hand that had fought against enemies of the state and rescued innocent children from mind-melding terrorists. Hands that were proficient with guns and hands that could wield knives. Hands that had taken lives and hands that had been bathed in her silent tears she probably cried at night.

All wrapped around my weeping cock as it searched for her warmth.

My hands slid up her body, pulling goosebumps from her as she sighed into my lips. She jumped up, wrapping her thighs around me as I caught her in the palms of my hands. Sam was a hell of a woman. Curves to die for, sounds that put any porn video to shame, and a fluidity to her movements that made her as graceful as a swan. I pressed her to the elevator wall as she rolled against my hips, her clit brushing against my tight curls as she whimpered into my mouth.

“That’s it,” I said. “Chase what you want. Take it, Sam. Let yourself have it.”

Her hands rushed to my hair, tangling up in my short hair as my lips slid down to her neck. I raked my teeth across her pulse point, feeling her determination growing. She was dripping down my pelvis. Leaking onto my cock as it rushed toward my balls. Her hips ground against me, and her clit throbbed hard against my skin. I pinned her to the elevator and nibbled at her neck, pulling her to heights that caused my name to drip from her lips.

“Derek. Please. I-I need—”

Her climax choked off her words as she came against my body. I grabbed my dick and slid it into her wet warmth, her pussy fluttering around the intrusion. She moaned out, her head falling back into the wall as her pussy pulled me in. I thrust into her, sinking to my hilt as she continued to come around my cock.

I grabbed her hands from my hair and pinned them above her head. Our lips battled for dominance, my hips rocking into hers. She was quivering, breathing heavily as our bodies writhed against one another. I could feel her exhaustion from her first orgasm settling in, her body giving itself over to me as I fucked her against the wall. The elevator was filling with our heat, swirling with our scents, and showering us with memories. I nipped at her cheek. Her shoulders. Her breasts. Our fingers intertwined and our hands pressed into the wall as her legs clung to me as tightly as they could.

This woman was powerful. Strong. Fluid and graceful. The more danger we found ourselves in, the closer I felt to her. The more she opened up to me, the more vulnerable I became. She was independent and self-serving. Stubborn and hotheaded. She was everything I had never dated, and everything I had ever needed.

“I’m so close,” she said in a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

The sound was delicate, soft like a whisper against the wind. I rolled deeply into her hips, setting a momentum her tired body could keep up with. I could feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, sucking me deeper as it began to milk me for what I had. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, our hands sliding down the wall before I relinquished her touch. I threaded my arms around her and held her close, my hips stuttering and my legs shaking.

“Sam. Sweet hell, you feel so good.”

“It’s happening. It’s close. I can feel it. I can feel you, Derek.”

Her whispers were hot against my ear as I thrust into her one last time. I felt my cock exploding, painting her walls with threads of my come. We slid down the wall, her entire body shaking against me as I peppered her neck with kisses. I hit my knees as she clung to me, her face buried in my neck as her hands held onto the jacket of my suit.

I breathed her in, knowing she would retreat into her shell the moment this all passed.

I didn’t move until she pulled herself away from me. My cock slid from her, flopping against my lap as she stood. I tucked myself back in as she pulled her pants up, neither of us having anything to clean ourselves off with. The fire alarm had stopped sounding, and we could hear footsteps. It was probably the firemen, checking every level to make sure no one was trapped or hurt.

I took the time to right my suit, smoothing out any wrinkles as Sam’s voice sounded behind me.

“I still have a job to do,” she said.

“I know.”

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Never asked you to be.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I can’t be. I allowed myself to get distracted again. I can’t let that happen any longer.”

I wanted to argue with her and tell her that she was the one who kissed me. She was the one who ushered in the moment that time. She could have as easily pushed me away. She could have told me to back the fuck up with that bold personality and that sharp tongue of hers. But she hadn’t. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

But I didn’t have the energy to argue with her, no matter how much it hurt.

“Someone was trying to get you out of your office,” Sam said.

“Could’ve just been a false pull,” Derek said. “It happens.”

“Until someone’s no longer trying to kill you, then it means someone was trying to get you out of your office. And if that’s the case, then the harasser was close. In the building, to be exact. I’ll need a—”

“List of everyone who swiped in and out today. Got it,” I said.

“Something wrong?” she asked with a bite.

“I’m not worried. I get you are, but I’m not. I have this washroom suite for a purpose. I have this elevator-slash-panic room for a purpose.”

“You should be worried. They’re getting too close, and we’re nowhere near figuring out who the fuck it is.”

“Sam, you’re not listening to me.”

“I read you loud and clear. It’s not possible for you to be any more obvious to the fact that you don’t care what happens to yourself, and you don’t care what happens to your well-being or to the people who were hired to protect you and-”

I grabbed her arm and spun her around, causing her to whip her gaze up at me. I held her tightly, forcing her to look at me as she ripped her arm away from my grasp. Her eyes were heated. Her face was angry. But her body.

Her body was still weak, holding a slight tremble like she hadn’t fully recuperated from our passionate session in the elevator.

“I’m not worried because I have you protecting me, Sam.”

Her eyes danced between mine before she cleared her throat.

“I’m going to have John watch you for the next few nights.”

“Then who’s gonna watch Jacob?” I asked.

“I’ll have someone on his detail, don’t worry. I’m not leaving him alone, but I’ve got some other things I need to check into, and John’s the only person I trust with you right now.”

“Jacob needs to be protected.”

“And he will be because I’m here,” she said.

I heard voices behind the elevator door as Sam took one last look at herself in the stainless steel reflection of the wall. We stood in front of the doors as the firemen inserted their key, whipping the doors open so we could get out. Sam pushed through them, and I followed in a swift motion, feeling their eyes on our backs as we left the washroom suite.

“That’ll be all, gentlemen,” I said as I turned around. “Since there’s no fire, your services are no longer needed.”