“I did it!” I shrieked, clapping my hands.
Dakota cheered and gave me a high five. “Great fucking job, Ottavia!”
We hopped out. I ran and jumped into his arms. Dakota caught me in midair as if I weighed nothing, and spun me around.
“Thank you so much!” I said. “That was so much fun!”
“Your first time driving,andit was a stick,” he said, chuckling.
I knew Leo wouldn’t be happy about us not being “discreet” enough, but when Dakota reached for my hand, it only felt natural to give him mine. We walked together, our hands clasped, through the parking garage.
“So where are we, anyway?”
He gave me a mischievous smile. “This is my building.”
“You sneaky snake,” I teased, and pinched his butt—ortriedto pinch it, anyway, but his hockey butt was a solid mass of round, gravity-defying muscle, and my fingers simply glanced off of it, unable to clamp down or get a purchase on anything.
Dakota, however, had no such troubles with me—and I yelped when he gave my ass a pinch,“Yow!”
“Where’d you think I was going to take you?” he asked. “Leo’s? Yourdad’s?”
I snickered. “You mean you don’t want to have dinner with my dad again?”
“Shocking, I know. I had so much fun the first time.”
We entered the building, and a waiting elevator slid its doors open for us. We stepped in and Dakota bopped the button for the penthouse.
“Oooh, penthouse? You didn’t tell me you lived in the penthouse,” I said.
He chuckled. “Please. I know I can’t impress you with money, so I’m not gonna try.”
“Aw.” I softly laughed. “I’m still impressed, Dakota. You’re a professional athlete.”
Our eyes locked as we waited for the doors to close, anticipation crackling in the air. As soon as the doors shut, we were alone. Dakota and I came together, pressing our bodies and mouths together in a raw and fervent union. The inherent risk that the elevator could halt on any floor added an extra layer of excitement to our passionate frenzy.
I felt him growing between us, long and hard, a naughty thrill that made my pussy clench with desire.
“You got me so worked up earlier,” I whispered in his ear.
“Did I?” he asked, a fire in his eyes. I could tell he liked hearing that. His hand glided down the small of my back, and he possessively grabbed my ass.
“You sure did.” Standing on my tip-toes, I whispered a single word in his ear: “Feel.”
Dakota pushed me up against the elevator wall and reached a hand up my sundress. The cold steel against my shoulders was astark contrast to his sultry kisses, and the warmth of his big hand as it traveled up my thigh to the damp spot between my legs.
“Oh my God,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse and filled with lust as he gently stroked the crotch of my panties. “You’re so wet, Ottavia.”
“I told you,” I sang.
“Your pussy feels so hot, too …” Dakota slipped an eager but confident hand under my panties, running his fingers along my moist folds. But just before he could enter me—
Ding.
The elevator ground to a halt, its doors opening on the penthouse floor.
My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a groan of frustration.
Dakota grinned. “Is it just me, or do we keep getting interrupted?”
