Stripped by Lauren Dane Page B

William’s office was.
    The entrance to the dressing rooms was also at the end of the hall. He knew which one he preferred, but there were other women back there in various stages of undress, so he waited for her, sipping his drink, trying to let go of that nasty scene with Lara.
    Ten minutes later she walked out, smiling as she caught sight of him. He’d been in L.A. for a few days and knowing she was happy to see him affected him.
    Without a word, he opened the door to the back hallway of the club leading to the extra liquor and the other supplies. Catching the look in his eye, she opened her mouth to object but he shook his head and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her inside. Darkness fell upon them, cool and quiet as he shut the door.
    His lips met hers as he swung her body to the wall behind them, his arm around her waist taking the impact. A soft sound of arousal left her lips and he swallowed it greedily.
    His tongue hunted hers, possessing her mouth as his hands found the hem of her skirt, reversing and pulling it up, baring her thighs and the tiny G-string panties she wore. Pulling the material to the side, his fingers found her already slick.
    Her hands tore at his belt, getting it undone along with the button and zipper of his trousers, freeing his cock as it spilled hot and ready into her grasp.
    He let go of her long enough to roll on the condom he’d readied while he waited for her outside.
    â€œLift your leg over my hip and put my cock into your pussy,” he whispered into her ear and she whimpered with barely leashed desire.
    An athletic thigh wrapped around his waist as she braced her back and guided him to her gate. Easing her body down, she took him into herself, slowly, so slowly.
    Too slowly—he needed her right then.
    Moving his hands to her waist, he flexed his hips upward and thrust into her to the hilt, filling her completely.
    Fucking into her body, he found her ear again. “Anyone could walk in at any moment, Dahlia. Don’t make a sound. Or…would you like that, baby? If the bartender saw us, saw your pretty pussy bared with my cock deep inside it? Do you think he’d be hard afterward? Would he imagine you as he slid a fist around his cock later tonight? I bet he does anyway, after watching you onstage. I know I do.”
    A strangled moan muffled in her throat as he smiled against her earlobe. His woman had an exhibitionistic streak—that much he knew from watching her onstage—but the idea of being caught really did it for her, too. He felt the heated silk of her honey as it nearly scalded his balls.
    It made him want to push her boundaries to see just what else she liked. God knew he liked that the idea of being walked in on made her pussy cream. Loved the thrill of turning her on. He’d just done it because he could not last another moment without fucking her after seeing that last set. But now that he knew another thing that flipped her switch, he planned to keep it up.
    â€œFinger your pussy for me, Dahlia. You know how much I love to feel you come around my cock.” He loved to watch her, to feel her make herself come for him. The contractions of her inner muscles usually pushed him right over the edge after her.
    A soft sigh came from her as she moved her hand between them. He ground himself into her, adding to the friction she gave herself. Her breath gasped in his ear. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer for her and within moments her breathing hitched and a soft cry came from her as she began to come. With mindless pleasure buffeting him, he continued to hammer her body with his own.
    In the darkness of the hallway he found his own pleasure as stars lit his eyelids and her name whispered from his lips. He set her down gently and kissed her. “You’re so amazing,” he murmured into her ear, loving the way his compliment made her lean into him a moment.
    When she let him in that little bit, opening her heart as well