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Sonjay traveled another hallway. “Stop following me.”
Dex’s patent leather shoes squeaked with every step. “What are you doing?”
She still heard the faint music from the ballroom. “I’m looking for my fiancé if you must know.” She reached the elevator across from the glass staircase.
Dex came up beside her, her nipples hardening as his chest rubbed against her back. “We need to talk.”
“Go to hell.” She jumped into the elevator and he followed. “Could you go somewhere please?” She pushed the button. “Klein’s already pissed you had the nerve to show up. He catches up with you he’ll skin you alive.”
Dex leaned against the wall. “I’m not worried.”
She kept her stare on the buttons in front of her, determined not to look into his eyes. If she did that, no way she’d stay in control.
He stroked her arm.
She slapped his hand. “Go rub on that bimbo.”
“Knock it off. Bridgette’s just a friend.”
She moved to the other side of the elevator.
He walked to her and tickled her neck with his finger, hitting her spot.
Her pulse quickened from her rising blood pressure. “Don’t.”
“Touch me, Sonny.”
“Why do you do this?” She closed her eyes, squirming. “Why do you push?”
He pressed the emergency stop button, halting the elevator. “Because you love being pushed.” He grabbed her head, enrapturing her with a feverish kiss. “Mm.”
She freed herself, struggling to breathe. “Dex, we—”
He spoke between sticky kisses, “Every time you say we can’t we do.”
She moaned. “My hair.”
“Fuck your hair.” He pushed her against the wall, grabbing her ass.
“Hm. Dex, stop.”
He pulled his mouth away, lips covered with auburn lipstick. “You don’t look like you want me to stop.” He pinned her still, slobbering on her neck.
“We’re at the mayor’s birthday party. What if someone needs to use the elevator?”
“There are...tons...of elevators...in this...hotel,” he said within kisses.
She slipped his jacket from his shoulders. “What if someone finds out?”
“They won’t if you shut up so we can finish.” He snatched the strap of her dress and suckled her shoulder.
She moaned, her head bouncing on the wall. “I can’t believe this is happening. Wait.”
“I’ve been waiting.” He slid down her panties.
“Oh, God.” She threw her head back. “We can’t. I’ll come by your place later.” She pushed him but he didn’t budge. “We can do it then.”
“We’re doing it now.” He clamped her lips in his while fumbling with his pants.
“Klein.” She breathed. “He’ll be looking for me.”
“Say you want me.” He lowered his pants. “Say it.”
“Fuck.” She grabbed his shoulders. “You know I do.”
His Calvin Klein cologne overtook the elevator, making her pussy quiver.
He hoisted her up, slipping his wide shaft between her folds.
“Oh.”
“You feel that?” He yanked her head back. “You want me?”
“Yes.” She gyrated. “Fuck me, hard.” Sweat drenched her hairline. “Hurry.” She huffed and puffed, her breasts swelling. “Fuck me, Dex.” Her legs shook. “Don’t stop.”
“Sh.” He kissed her, stealing her scream. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” He lifted her leg higher. “Say it.”
“Yes!” Her eyes rolled back into her head and her toes curled. “I love you, Dex.” She pushed her fingers in his stiff hair, the plateau of intense pleasure erupting from her. “I’m coming!” She writhed against his hard chest. “Oh!”
The muscles in Dex’s face flexed, his abdomen expanding as he screamed louder than she thought possible.
Seconds later, his cum warmed her thighs.
“We didn’t use anything.” Her head fell against his shirt. “How could we be so stupid?”
“I don’t care.” He swallowed between breaths. “Right now I don’t care about anything but how good you feel.”
She gasped at the wet spot on the slit of her dress. “You got cum on my dress.”
He guffawed, covering his mouth.
“It’s not funny!” She rubbed the material together, but the stain remained. “How the hell will I explain this?”
“Hell if I know.” He turned red from laughter. “But it’ll be fun to see you try.”
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When the elevator opened, Klein stood at the doors looking like Boyd used to when Sonjay missed curfew after a date. “Sonjay, where the hell have you been?” His pupils dilated when he noticed Dex. “I can’t believe you showed your face here. Guess you want to get that butt kicking I’ve been saving for you?”
“Cool it, honey.” Sonjay slumped out the elevator and kissed Klein’s cheek. “You don’t want to cause a spectacle.”
“What the hell you doing here, Dex?”
“I was invited.”
“That’s a damn lie. Get the hell out or I’ll throw you out.”
Sonjay touched Klein’s shoulder. “Don’t make a scene.”
“What scene?” He wiggled his shoulders to knock her hand away. “No one’s here but us.”
“Stop.” Sonjay grabbed Klein’s arm. “Let’s go.”
“What the hell are you doing in there with him, anyway, Sonny?”
“We caught each other on the elevator.” She moved her hands, awkwardly. “I was looking for you.”
“Truth is, I miss you guys,” Dex said. “I’m lonely without my best friend. Klein, don’t throw our friendship away because of this.”
“If you were my friend, then you’d drop the case.”
“I’m not dropping the case. It’s no different from you working for Mayor Bordeaux yet being silent on what’s going on. Sonjay’s gonna be your wife.” Dex’s voice cracked when he looked at her. “Right?”
She directed her gaze elsewhere.
Klein put his arm around her waist. “You damn right she will.”
“I want to be a part of that.” Lines deepened between Dex’s eyebrows. “Please, don’t cut me out of your lives.” Dex moved closer to Klein. “Let’s work this out.”
“Nothing to work out.” Klein’s jaws flexed. “If you want to be friends, kick Lancaster to the curb. There’s no other way.”
Dex switched his gaze to Sonjay, shook his head and walked away.
“This is torturing him, Klein. Maybe you should put yourself in his shoes.”
“Sonny, Presley’s your niece.”
“I wanted to wring Dex’s neck when I heard about this too but it’s difficult for him.”
“Good.” He looked in the direction Dex had gone. “It shouldn’t be easy to betray your friend.” He gave her the once-over. “What’s going on?”
She fidgeted. “Nothing.”
“What did you and Dex talk about?”
“Presley.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “He made me realize how much the situation’s hurt him.”
His nostrils flared. “Stay away from him.”
“Fine.” She released a nervous chuckle. “Let’s get back to the party.”
“Hey.” He stopped her from leaving. “What happened to you? Your hair and your dress? Looks like you’ve been rolling around in a field somewhere.” He grimaced, gesturing to the cum stain. “Did you spill something on yourself?”
“It’s champagne.” She turned him in the other direction, slipping her arm in his. “Come on. I’m sure Mayor Bordeaux misses you.”