Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Margaret’s POV
Raymond pulled back and raised an eyebrow, ran a long finger across my collarbone, from one shoulder to the other. “Why the rush honey… What exactly are you offering?” I met those strangely backlit eyes that seemed so amused by everything around him. He looked normal, so sane for someone who followed me through a club and bluntly told me he wanted to touch me. Was it greedy to want it all? A career to die for, and a crazy moment here and there with these sex gods and my grand revenge plan to be accomplished?
“What’s wrong with rushing it? Do you want to go all out here with your suggestions from the bar earlier?” I asked.
Laughing, he bent to kiss my cheek. “You’re making me feel a touch crazy, but no, I don’t want to create a scene. I have a reputation to keep.” I felt a low blow from his statement but I let it slide.
“I just . . .” I started, and then looked down. I pressed my hand flat against his chest. His ash cotton sweater was unbelievably soft—Asian wool, I thought. His jeans were dark velvet, and fit him perfectly, hugging his thighs and ass. Man, it looked so firm and touchable. His black shoes were shiny. Everything about him was meticulous. “I want you so bad too.” It seemed a fitting explanation for how much my hand was shaking against him.
“And what’s stopping you? … your boss or your once upon a time best friend”
I shook my head. “Not at all. Actually, the thrill from getting watched was enthralling” But then I reached up, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him to me. He moved willingly, bending down and smiling just before our lips met. The kiss was both the perfect kind of soft and the perfect kind of hard, with the scotch warming his lips against mine. He groaned a little when I opened my mouth and let him in, and the vibration set me on fire. I wanted to feel every one of his sounds.
“You taste like ginger,” he said. “And I love ginger” He gave me another small kiss. My heart jerked hard in my chest at the thought. What was he driving at?
“Is it a good thing?” I arched a brow
Shrugging, he conceded, “I don’t suppose not.”
Smiling, I took his hand, and brought it to my hip. “Which is a good thing ‘cause I don’t suppose not, too.” Moving his fingers to the edge of my dress, I whispered, “for the night at least”
I could feel his smile against my mouth when he bent to kiss me again. “You’re serious.” The idea of giving myself to this man in this dark corner scared me a little, though not enough to change my mind. “I’m serious.”
“You’re trouble.”
“I promise you, I’m not. The only time I would become one is if your fingers don’t get to work this minute. I mean, if you don’t live up to your promises from earlier” He pulled back just enough to examine my eyes. Back and forth his gaze moved until his eyes curved into that amused smile.
“The fact that you have no idea how you come off . . .” He turned me and pressed my front to the edge of the glass wall so I was looking over the balcony at the mass of churning bodies below. Strobe lights pulsed down from iron beams that extended across the club just in front of me, lighting the floor beneath while keeping our upstairs corner virtually black. Steam began to blow up from vents in the dance floor, covering the partiers up to their shoulders; waves broke out on the surface as they moved through it. Raymond’s fingertips teased at the back edge of my dress, and then he lifted it, slid a hand down the back of my underwear, over my backside, and between my legs to where I positively ached for him. Even the vulnerable position didn’t embarrass me as I arched back into his hand, already lost.
“You’re drenched, sweetheart. What’s it you like? The idea that we’re doing this here? Or that I watched you think about fucking me while you danced? Or the thought that someone could be watching. You want the thrill, huh?” he murmured into my mouth. I didn’t say anything, too afraid of what the answer might be, but I gasped when he slid a long finger inside me. Thoughts of what I should do blurred along the edges as I thought about actually getting watched. I wanted to be reckless and wild and young. I can care about the aftermath later when I am sober.
“You’re a tiny little thing, but when you’re slippery like this, I’m quite sure you could easily take those three fingers.” He laughed into a kiss he pressed to the back of my neck as a broad fingertip circled my clit, teasing and slow.
“Please,” I whispered. I had no idea if he could hear me. His face was pressed to my hair, and I could feel his cock pressed to the side of my hip, but other than that, I was unaware of anything beyond his long finger sliding back into me.
“Your skin is amazing. Particularly here.” He kissed my shoulder. “Did you know the back of your neck is perfect?” I turned and smiled up at him. His eyes were wide open and clear, and when they met mine, they curved into a smile. I’d never looked someone so lustfully in the eye when they were touching me like this and something about Raymond, and this night, and this city, made me more intoxicated than the shots I took.
“I don’t have many chances to look at the back of my neck.”
“A shame, really. Williams isn’t a good mirror, I suppose” He pulled his hand away and I felt a mild chill where his warm fingers had been. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a tiny package.
A condom. He just happened to have a condom in his pocket. It would never have occurred to me to bring a condom with me to some random club… well that is because Williams was normally the one with the condom. My mind shot back at me. Agreed, I was not so much of a saint, either.
Turning me to face him, he swiveled us, pressed me back against the wall, and bent to kiss me, first soft and then harder, hungrier. When I thought I’d lose my breath, he wandered away, sucking at my jaw, my ear, my neck, where my pulse hammered wildly. My dress had fallen back down my thighs, but his fingers teased at the edge, slowly lifting.
“Someone could walk down here,” he reminded me, giving me one last out, even as he lowered my panties enough for me to step out of them. I didn’t care. Not even a little. And maybe even a tiny part of me wanted someone to wander up here, to see this perfect man touching me like this. I could hardly think of anything other than where his hands were, how my skirt was over my hips now, and how he pressed so hard and insistent against my stomach.
“Don’t care.”
“You’re drunk. Too drunk for this? I want you to remember it if I fuck you.”
“So make it memorable.”
He lifted my leg, spreading me, exposing my bare skin to the cool air-conditioning blowing from just above us, and hooked my knee around his hip, making me grateful for my four-inch heels. Reaching between us, I unbuttoned his jeans, pushed his boxers down just enough in the front to free him, and wrapped my hand around his erection, rubbing it across my wetness.
“Fuck, Maggie. Let me get this on.” His pants were open but slung over his hips. From the back, we could even appear to be dancing, maybe just kissing. But he pulsed in my palm, and the reality of the situation made me wild. He was going to take me, right here, overlooking the crowd below. Raymond was heavy and so long in my hand. I wanted him and was also a little terrified that he might impale me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever held a man who got this hard. Oh, you have. There’s a man called Williams. You know that right? Shit! Why do I keep bringing William up in every scenario?
“You’re big,” I blurted. He smiled, a wolf truly about to devour me, and quickly tore the condom package with his teeth.
“That is the best thing you can say to a man. You could even tell me you’re not sure I’ll fit.” I swept the tip across my opening and trembled from it. He was so warm: soft skin, hard beneath.
“We’ve done this so many times already. It wouldn’t count”
“It would?”
“Yeah?” it came out as a moan
“Fuck. I’m going to come all over your fist if you don’t stop that.” His hands shook a little with urgency as he pulled himself from my grip to roll on the condom.
“Do you do this a lot?” I asked. He was right there, poised against me, his smile aimed at my face.
“Do what? Sex with a beautiful woman who prefers me to fuck her in a public hallway rather than in a proper place like a bed, or a limo?” He started to push in, achingly slow. The light burned in his eyes, and—holy crap—I didn’t think sex with Raymond was supposed to be intimate like this. He watched every reaction cross my face. “Yes, Baby. I just won’t lie to you and say I’ve never done this.” His voice was tight, and then his words fell away because he was deep inside me, here in this chaotic club with living, breathing lights and music pulsing all around us, where people walked past unaware only fifteen feet away. And yet, my entire world reduced to the place where he filled me, where he rubbed firmly against my clit with every stroke, where the warm skin of his hips pressed to my thighs. There wasn’t any more talking, only small thrusts that grew faster, and harder. The space between us filled instead with quiet sounds of praise and urging. His teeth pressed into my neck and I gripped his shoulders for fear I might fall over the edge or even somewhere else, not onto a dance floor but into a world where I couldn’t get enough of being so exposed, having my pleasure so visible to anyone watching—especially this man.
“Christ, you feel so good. I can never forget how you feel or get tired of fucking you.” He leaned back, looked down, and sped up a little. “I could stop feeling you even when I fuck other people. I can never stop thinking about your skin when I zero my eyes on other women. I could never stop thinking about your smell when I sniff other women.’ Damn, this man was good. He clearly still remembered what I liked during sex and what turned me on the more. I’d be damned to float on his words. Light was clearly on his side because to me he was backlit, just his shadows. I could see nothing when I looked down but dark shadows and the suggestion of movement: him into me, and out again. Slick and hard, pressing against me with every pass. And, as if to emphasize that I didn’t really need to see anyway, the lights dimmed almost to black as a lazy, oscillating beat filled the club. The burning sensation on my skin returned but I pushed it to the back of my mind as I took all of Raymond in. he was so annoying yet so satisfying. He smiled and then flicked his tongue through my face. I mean I fucking liked to be licked on the face. The man, Raymond, was definitely getting to me.