Page 29 of Lost Prince
“I suppose it was a way to build a connection… to belong, even if it was just for a little while.” I swallow the unexpected lump in my throat. I’m not sure why that makes me so emotional except that I’d never recognized that my cooking had such emotional and psychological meaning.
Lazaro wipes his mouth with a napkin. "You're good at it. Both the cooking and the connecting." His words warm me from the inside out.
He rises and comes toward me. His arms wrap around me, and I can feel the heat of his body through his shirt. The scent of his cologne mixes with the aroma of the food I've been preparing, creating a heady cocktail that makes my head spin.
But I’m at work. It’s one thing to indulge my attraction to him at my house. It’s something else entirely to do it at work.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm ready for dessert.” His lips nibble along my neck, making my brain fog.
“I have some cookies?—”
“Not cookies.” His hands slide up my thighs, lifting my dress in the process.
His meaning becomes clear. My body floods with liquid heat while my brain warns me to put a stop to this.
“Lazaro… I’m at work. What if someone sees us?"
"They won’t.” He says it with such certainty.
“I could get fired.”
“I won’t let that happen.” His lips capture mine. With him this close, holding me, kissing me, I’m helpless to resist. I feel wrapped up in him. A part of him. Deep down, I know it can’t last, but I’m not strong enough to push him away. I need to feel this connection even if it’s just for this moment.
I give in to the kiss, going pliant in his arms. He must feel my surrender as he lets out a growl, turning me until I’m backed up against the table, his body pressing against mine. I can feel his hardness through his pants, and my heart races both in excitement and fear. Good God, what if someone walks in?
He tugs my panties down and then lifts me onto the table. We're both breathing heavily, our eyes locked on each other's. There's a hunger in his gaze, a desire that makes me feel like the center of the world.
He lowers down, pushing my thighs apart. “You’re wet.”
My pussy clenches, arousal building until I’m nearly shaking with need.
He drags his tongue through my folds, and I gasp, my hand going to his head, holding him to me as pleasure spikes.
“Mmm,” he murmurs against my pussy. “Sweet.”
“Lazaro.”
“Hold on, Diana.”
Oh, God. I bite down on my lip, not wanting to make any noise that would draw attention to this dangerous situation.
His tongue is hot and wet. Soon, my hips are rocking, my breath is coming in pants, and I’m teetering on the edge of bliss.
He suckles on my clit as his finger slides inside me. My orgasm crashes in me, and I cover my mouth to keep from crying out. Pleasure rushes through me.
I’m still reeling from it when he rises and undoes his pants, freeing his erection. I want to return the favor, to taste and savor the hard steel length of him. But he tugs me off the table, turning me around and bending me.
He thrusts in, filling me, forcing a gasp from me. Immediately, my pussy is electric again. The friction of him sliding in and out is wonderfully delicious.
“So tight…” he grunts.
Our breaths are heavy as he moves in and out of me. The room fills with the sound of our bodies coming together and the occasional moan or gasp as we push ourselves to new heights. I’m terrified we’ll be found out, and at the same time, I wish it would never end.
“Fuck… I’m there…” he growls. He’s fucking me wildly, each thrust pushing the table forward. And then he drives in hard, grinding against me as warmth fills my pussy. It’s all I need to soar again. He lets out a string of expletives as I come hard around him. The pleasure is all consuming and I lose myself in it.
When we finally come down from our high, the concern about being found out starts to outweigh the pleasure of the moment. I quickly tug up my panties and put my dress back in order.