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of making
me come.
    As he coaxed me towards the lift, his palm
firmly in the small of my back, I marvelled at the difference in us in the
space of two weeks. All it had taken was a slight amount of effort on both our
parts and it was like the early days of our relationship, like we were seeing
each other through new eyes. Randy and horny as hell new eyes. I giggled as his
hand moved down to squeeze my butt when he ushered me into the waiting lift. I
wished it wasn’t already occupied, as I’d have loved a make out session on the
way up to our floor. I tucked up against him, my back to his chest as more
people got in. His hands automatically palmed my stomach, pulling me right up
against him, his lips finding that spot on my neck that always sent shivers
skittering down my spine. I closed my eyes and focussed on how good it felt to
be held and desired by him again. To feel his breath on my skin and his firm
erection against my backside. I just hoped it lasted, that this renewed
enthusiasm for each other didn’t wane. I knew it was unrealistic to expect us
to keep up this sort of pace long term, but I didn’t want to go back to where
we were before. Stagnating. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, titling my
head to nuzzle into his neck, drinking in his aftershave and natural heady
scent. I was so lucky. How many men, with his secret desires and a sexy PA
throwing herself at him, would have held off out of loyalty to their wives? Not
many, I suspected.
    ‘This is us,’ he whispered, kissing my forehead
as I heard the lift ping. We were the only ones who got out on our floor. I
could feel my breathing becoming erratic, sensing the sexual urgency coming off
him as he grabbed my hand and walked quickly towards our beautiful suite. I
squealed in surprise when he suddenly dragged me through an open doorway and
pushed me back against the wall in the alcove where the ice machine was housed.
    ‘What are you doing,’ I gasped.
    ‘I told you I was in the mood for something
illicit,’ he grinned, his fingers making short work of undoing the button and
zip on my jeans. His lips mashed against mine hungrily and I reciprocated, a
moan transferring from my mouth to his as his hand slipped between my stomach
and knickers. I tensed up as his fingers moved lower, a murmur of appreciation for
my newly waxed pussy tangled somewhere between the thrusts of his tongue. The
look on his face when he’d seen that would be indelibly inked on my brain. I’d
never been waxed before, and I think I’d prefer childbirth over the humiliation
of an ankle being held in the air as a stranger tore away that strip and made
me scream. Anthony had loved it though, he’d buried his face between my thighs
faster than someone from overeaters anonymous tucking in at an all you can eat
buffet. That alone was worth the pain and the after burn.
    ‘O God.’ The words that left my lips as his
fingers finally connected with my throbbing clit echoed in this small space. He
pulled his head back, clamping his free hand over my mouth to muffle my moans
of pleasure as he rubbed fast and hard.
    ‘Jesus, Tracy. You’re soaked. I wish you were
wearing a dress so I could get on my knees and feast on you in public.’
    My eyes watered as my face scrunched up with
pleasure, my body elongating up the wall as I stood on the balls of my feet,
pushing my hips forward to press harder against his hand. He dipped lower,
sliding easily through my folds, and inserted his middle finger, which my
muscles contracted around immediately. I hissed through my teeth as he worked
inside me, biting my neck and earlobe as he built me up to boiling point. I
tensed up as we heard laughter and conversation drifting up the corridor, but
instead of stopping, he worked faster and harder. I tried pulling my hips back,
but he just pushed into me, trapping me against the wall. Despite his hand
dampening the noises I was making, I was terrified of someone hearing my mewls
of pleasure. Terrified,