“Thinkyou’d recognize the voice if you heard it again?”
I shrug. “Maybe.” I’m not really sure if I will or not. “It’s pretty crowded in here, and maybe I was hearing things wrong.” I don’t know why I’m questioning myself. I don’t usually doubt anything about myself, but I am right now.
Domino raises a hand and pushes a piece of hair that fell out of my ponytail behind my ear. “Okay, we’ll figure it out. Want to get out of here?”
I grin and nod quickly. He chuckles, and I skip behind him as he leads me to the elevators. But they’re taking too long. At least they are for me. I need something, and I need it now.
I look around and spot something that might work a little better. I walk down the hall, dragging Domino with me.
“Wait, what? Where we going?”
I just look back at him with a smile and a wiggle of my eyebrows as I push open the door to the back stairs and pull him in. As the door shuts, I push him against it and mold my lips to his.
He grips my hips, and I feel the indents of his fingers through my clothes. He hums in approval as I move my hands over his shoulders and put them on the door above his head, crossing them to bring me even closer.
“If you couldn’t wait, we could have done it in the elevator. Pulled the emergency stop so we wouldn’t be disturbed.”
I kiss along his jaw, biting and nibbling as I go.
“You really think any of those vamps are going to follow me in here? They only tracked me through the room and then breathed a sigh of relief when I left.”
“Wasn’t worried about a vamp.”
I stop mid-bite on his ear and pull back, tilting my head and giving him my most innocent wide-eyed look. “You saying you can’t keep your boys at bay?” I tsk at him and shake my head, backing up as I go so he’s left on his own leaning against the door. It’s one with a small slit window with a crisscross pattern. If a person really wants to snoop, they could, but they’d have to put their face right up against it, and we’d be able to see them too.
The real fear is if someone comes down the stairs. Or hell, if someone looks over the railing. Depending on how far Domino takes this, it might make for some interesting echoing. And let there be no doubt that I’m in. All in. For whatever he wants. If he wants to grab my ponytail and guide me like a director on how to take his massive cock, I’ll do it. And I’ll need guidance. Taking that thing in my pussy was hard. In the mouth? I mean, I can fit my fist, but that’s just at the front. Taking a fist width of a cock to the back of the throat isn’t something you do on a whim. You train for it. I bet some even die from it. And if I have to tell Peter at the pearly gates why I choked to death, I’ll do it with a smile on my face.
“You keep walking away from me like that and you ain’t going to like what happens.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” I take a few steps away, closer to the stairs. The first-floor landing has a ton of space for all sorts of things, but there’s only one thing I want.
“What if I do this?” I grab the edge of my sweater and swing it back and forth before lifting it a bit and then lowering it. I bounce on my feet, swaying my hips before spinning so my back is to him, then take the sweater off and turn back to him, using it as a shield.
He’s leaning back on the door, his stance wide as his eyes travel up and down my body. Thank God they keep the stairways heated, but even if they didn’t, I’d be feeling the heat from his stare. He rubs his finger over his lips, and I track the movement like it’s a lifeline, getting so lost in it that I drop my cover.
Oops.
“Now you’ve done it.”
He pushes off the door and stalks toward me. I grin and stand still. Why would I run when I have him exactly where I want him?
He grabs my ponytail and pulls it taut. “You think you won?”
I try to nod, but he pulls even tighter. And I swear it’s a direct link to my pussy, making me wetter than I already was. If that’s even possible.
“Oh, baby girl, we’re just getting started.”
“Yes, please.”
I watch his eyes dilate at my words, and my breath hitches. I can feel the animal being released from that one look.
“Run.”
“Wh—what?” I stumble over my words.
“Run. If you make it to the second level, you pick the position. But if I catch you….” He lets the possibilities of the unknown fill the air, and I shiver at the opportunities.
He lets go of my hair, and I don’t fall for him counting down. I kick off my shoes and dash up the steps.
