You’ve got to be kidding me. Thinking back, I remember what he told me before I left his side. Somewhere in my urgent need to stake my claim, I forgot that we were here for a purpose.

A low, keening sound rises in my throat. “I completely forgot. Can’t you just…skip it?” I sound whiny. I hate whiny chicks. Great, another thing to be irritated with myself over. Not only can’t I seem to keep it in my pants when I’m around him, but Rebel’s turning me into a whiny baby.

Rebel chuckles softly. “I’d say yes, if I wasn’t the keynote speaker. Think you can live without me for thirty minutes?”

“Thirty minutes! Are you trying to kill me?”

From the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Donnelly leave his seat. Approaching us, he murmurs, “Thirty seconds,” over Rebel’s shoulder.

Cutting his gaze to Donnelly, Rebel nods sharply then returns his attention to me. “If that were the case, it’d be with orgasms, not disappointment.” Dropping another kiss on my mouth, he presses his thumb to my bottom lip. “Sit down and be a good girl while I’m gone, and when I get back, I’ll call the car around.”

“I’m not sure I can wait that long,” I tell him honestly. My sex is clenching just thinking about the things I want to do with him.

“Then I tell you what.” Leaning down, he presses his lips to my temple and whispers in my ear. “While I give my speech, I want to you pull your panties down and finger fuck that sweet pussy for me until I get back.”

Air catches in my throat and I gape up at him. “I’m not doing that.”

“You will. Go deep, pussycat. Just like I would. I’ll be keeping my eye on you, so don’t disappoint me or I’ll have to spank you again with my belt, and this time, I won’t be gentle.”

Goosebumps spread down my arms as he walks away and my body vibrates as I take my seat and scoot as far under the table as it will allow. The lights go down and on stage, a spotlight shines on Rebel as he addresses the audience.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for joining me tonight in honoring Donnelly and Townsend—the leader in innovative and cutting edge design technologies—for their excellence in branding and development.”

The audience applauds. His answering smile is brilliant, his eyes glittering with amusement as he continues his speech. Laughter erupts at something he’s said, but I don’t hear a word of it. When his eyes fall on me, I push the wet stretchy material covering me away, and plunge my fingers deep into my core.

SIXTEEN

“You’re so fucking hot.” Rebel grunts as he shoves his way inside me, his hips taking up a brutal rhythm that’s sure to leave me walking funny for days.

Unable to wait for the car, we’ve managed to find a secluded area in a closed off section of the building, just beyond the reach of the ballroom. As soon as Rebel finished his speech, he retrieved me from the table and dragged me through a maze of hallways, climbing over red velvet ropes that served as poor barriers where Rebel was concerned.

He’s a determined lover. Once he sets his eyes on something he wants, he goes to any lengths necessary to get it. I love that about him. His desire for me is astonishing. That he’ll take me right here, in plain view of anyone who might venture this far from the party, risking his reputation and job just to have me, sends my pulse skyrocketing.

There’s nothing that turns me on more than a man who takes what he wants, damn the consequences.

“Harder, Rebel. Fuck me harder,” I pant, clawing my nails through his hair and fastening my legs tighter around his hips. My heels dig into his ass despite my best efforts to adjust the angle, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. If anything, Rebel seems spurred on by it.

Maybe he’s a closet masochist. You certainly won’t hear me complaining. Anything that can get Rebel this hot and bothered will immediately be added to my to-do list.

Gripping my butt cheeks hard enough to bruise, Rebel pries them apart, his fingers so long they touch. He plays with both holes, spreading my juices along my crack. His cock plunges deeper, nudging my womb, as one finger traces my back door. A shiver races down my spine at the contact, and I push my hips back, pressing down to increase the pressure.

A current of electricity runs through us, building the longer and harder he pumps into me. As his finger plays with my puckered hole, his hips causing my back to slam into the concrete wall, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip.

It’s an aggressive act, but he loves it. His agonized groan morphs into a rolling growl of pleasure and I feel his cock thicken inside me. It spurs my own excitement. Without a barrier between us, I can feel every hard ridge of his length as it drills into me. I picture it, long and wide, plundering my depths, and grow breathless.

“I want to come down your throat,” Rebel says roughly, his lips hot and moist against the side of my neck. I shake my head furiously. That’s not what I want. “But your pussy is gripping me like a fist. I’m going to come, pussycat. Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside,” I gasp, trembling, my head falling back against the wall as his teeth skim across my jawline.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he promises. “I’m going to pump every last drop into your sweet cunt until it’s dripping down your thighs.” I moan at the mental image he’s given me. I love when he talks dirty. “You ready for it, pussycat? Are you ready to be filled?”

My eyes squeezed shut, I nod. Frantically, my body chases its own release. The finish line is in sight, but I know, if I don’t hurry, I’ll miss my chance. It’s a flat out race. My heart is beating so hard it feels as if it might burst from my chest, and I’m breathing so fast and hard my mouth goes dry.

Fingers digging into my ass, Rebel grunts, his hips thrusting harder, his movements growing slower as he pulls me down on him, hard, and slams up into me at the same time. Burying his face in the side of my neck, his body stiffens, and I feel him unload inside me in hot bursts. A shudder racks him and he exhales a heavy breath.

Hips continuing to move lazily, Rebel strokes me from the inside until he grows flaccid and his semen leaches past him, soaking us both.

When he finally pulls free of me and sets me back on my feet, I feel dazed. It’s the best sex I’ve had in ages. Since the hotel definitely. It doesn’t even matter that I didn’t finish. This time, the connection counted for so much more.

“Shit,” Rebel curses roundly. I glance up from righting my clothes to see him rubbing furiously at his fly.

“What’s wrong? Did you catch the beans above the frank?” I say with a teasing smile.

Despite himself, the corners of his mouth turn up, taking the edge off his scowl. “There’s cum all over the front of my pants.”

I glance down, seeing the chalky white remnants of our lovemaking…and laugh. “Oh damn. There goes your ‘making a phone call’ excuse.”

“I’m glad you find this so funny. Now what the hell am I going to do?”

“Scrub it off?”

“And look like I pissed my pants? No, thanks.” He tries again to scrub away the evidence with the palm of his hand. When it won’t come out, he throws his hands into the air. “Fuck.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what got you into this predicament,” I say with a smirk.

Rebel glares at me, but there’s no heat behind it. He’s annoyed, yes, but it’s more at the situation than anything.

“Look at it this way. You’re not the one sticky with cum. My thighs are literally coated in ejaculate. If I go back in there, everyone is going to smell it on me the second I walk through the door.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Rebel decides.

Deeming his suit pants a lost cause, he reaches for me, winding his arm around my waist and pulling me up against his broad chest. I can still feel his heartbeat thrumming against mine.