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his expression unhappy as he ushered her out the door and locked it.
She pushed the button with the down symbol for the elevator and turned to him. And what is
that?
That I want to fuck you, he answered bluntly, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back.
Her breath hitched as the elevator bell rang, the doors swooshing open in front of them. Would she
ever get used to Simon s blunt remarks? Her cheeks flushed and her body was way too warm. Hot,
actually. Extremely hot. Simon!
He shrugged as he entered the elevator behind her. It s true.
You re terrible, she admonished him in her best teacher-like voice.
Oh, I can be bad. Very, very bad, he told her in a seductive, low whisper, his hands trapping her
against the elevator wall, one on each side of her head. Kiss me and I might behave. For now.
Kara looked up into his glowing eyes that presently resembled hot melted chocolate. Oh hell, she
loved chocolate, so she did what any self-respecting chocolate lover would do.
She kissed him just as the elevator doors closed, locking them briefly in a silent little world all
their own.
Chapter 5
Kara released a startled squeak as Simon s hand reached out and slapped the stop button on the
elevator. She d been lost in his kiss, oblivious to the motion of the elevator as he kissed her into a
coma. But the loud, smacking noise of his palm hitting the button and the lurch of the moving elevator
car coming to an abrupt halt yanked her out of her alternate reality. Damn it.
What in the hell are you wearing underneath this dress, Simon growled against her lips as his
wandering fingers stroked lightly over her ass.
Stockings, panties. She nipped at his bottom lip as she answered.
His hand reached for the hem of the short dress, lifting it and spinning her around. Momentarily
confused, she let him.
Christ. Those aren t underwear. Your ass is showing. His tone was low and husky, his hands
exploring the supple cheeks of her exposed backside.
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered pulling on the tiny black thong and matching bra. The
wardrobe that Simon s assistant had purchased for her contained mostly racy lingerie. You bought it.
Matching sets. All very similar to this one.
It s not that I don t appreciate it. He answered in a slow, sexy utterance as his fingers slid
underneath the tiny back strap.
I thought you said you were going to behave. She answered breathlessly, her conscious mind
slipping away as his fingers slid lower and lower.
I lied. That was before I felt these panties and had to see them. Now I want to see the matched
set.
Oh, God. She groaned as he turned her to face him, his fingers nimbly unbuttoning her coat and
dropping it on the plush carpet in the elevator.
Simon, we re in the elevator. We can t do this here. She replied with a combination of
mortification and desire.
The zipper of her dress gave way under his searching hands and she could feel the light brush of
his fingers down her spine as he pulled it down in one smooth jerk.
Private elevator for the penthouse. It s not like someone is waiting to use it. His breath hitched
as he exposed her upper body, letting the dress catch at her waist. You re so beautiful.
She sucked in a trembling breath as he trailed a finger from her cheek, down her neck, and along
the exposed swell of her breasts over the top of the lacy bra. Heat pooled between her legs, soaking
the tiny scrap of material between her thighs. His thumbs rubbed lightly over her thinly covered
nipples as his mouth lowered to trail over the hot flesh above them. His whiskers abraded her
seductively as he licked, nipped and suckled, driving her half mad to have him inside of her.
I can smell your need and it s making my mouth water for a taste of you. He lifted his head, his
dark eyes appearing almost black with hunger.
His hand trailed down her quaking belly and underneath the dress pooled at her hips. She hissed
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