50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Chapter Nineteen

    Destiny locked her ankles together behind Aubrey's back and tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants. The art of multi-tasking: capturing your man's bottom lip between your teeth and sucking on it while reaching your hand into his sweatpants and grabbing the length of him.

    The rumble of a groan started low in his throat when her fingers wrapped around him, then gained intensity when she started to stroke. He tried to move even closer to her, but the edge of the table prevented him from getting any closer.

    It was habit for her to kiss with her eyes closed, but she opened her eyes. She wanted to see the facial expressions he was making, wanted to savor every subtle movement in his face. After tonight, she wouldn't get to see this face again for a long time. Sadness tried to force its way into her heart and she shut it out. He was here with her now. The only moment I should be focusing on is now, she thought while kissing him back as hungrily as he was kissing her. While he's here with me, I shouldn't worry about what lies ahead. I should appreciate him and love him and live in the moment while I have him here. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled his sweatpants down as far as she could with her limited range of movement. Then a thought occurred to her and she drew back. "There aren't security cameras in here? Won't we get caught?"

    His smile was slow and easy. "What are they going to do? Fire me?" He braced his arms on either side of her and leaned into her. "Have you forgotten who I am?"

    Her cheeks flushed in the dark. "I just...after what happened at Decadence, I don't know if we should take any chances."

    "Thank you for looking out for me," he said softly, his gaze lowering from her eyes, to her lips, to her bare breasts. His gaze hovered there a moment before returning back to her eyes. "If I were in my right mind, I would be concerned about cameras catching us. Because there are cameras in here. However, I'm not in my right mind. You see...you've been away from me for way too long. I miss touching you..." As if to prove his point, he circled the tip of one breast with his index finger.

    She drew in a deep breath and bit her bottom lip.

    "I miss you touching me," he added, his voice dipping lower.

    Knowing it was her cue, she squeezed the length of him in her hand.

    He closed his eyes, then opened them. "I missed kissing you." After this heartfelt confession, he caressed her lips with his. He slid a hand between her thighs, teasing wetness out of her.

    She lifted her hips while returning his kisses, wrapping her arms around his neck.

    "I missed being inside of you," he murmured against her lips. And then he was sliding himself inside of her.

    Her lips parted and she moaned into his mouth as he entered. Waves of ecstasy rolled over her as he proceeded to move within her. Slow, measured strokes. As if they had all of the time in the world, as if two people weren't waiting for them to return. She grazed her fingers across his bare chest, marveling at the fact that they were in an office atrium cafeteria with casual clothes thrown to the floor, and yet his lovemaking was still more romantic than anything she'd witnessed on television or in the movies. Their clothes and the setting weren't the most exotic of sorts, but when he kissed her and touched her, all of that faded into the background anyway. It was just her and him, joined as one. Moving as one. Loving as one.

    He slowly pumped in and out of her with his eyes on her. Intense and full of emotion. He grabbed one of her hands and held it against his heart while increasing the pace of his strokes.

    With her eyes drinking in the sight of him, her thighs started to tremble around him. Trembling thighs were usually a good thing, but this time her body's reaction to him was a reminder that this would be over soon. They would come together as they always did, and he would be off God knows where with his family. Out of touch. She wouldn't be able to call him or text him or check in with him. When he returned, it would be back to work. No talking. She had to relay messages through Brian. And Brian was an entirely different concern altogether.