Exquisite

Chapter Ten

Mason decided to go and visit his mother today before driving into work. He pulled up around the back and unlocked the door. He whistled as he moved through the back aisle up to the front and saw his mother talking to a customer. Standing off to the side watching her with a smile, he wondered what she’d think of Lena. Then he got to thinking about that first day when he’d delivered the flowers and the way his mother had called her poor Lena, almost as though she knew her.

“Mason.” she said with a huge smile as she walked over to him. She took his face between her palms and pulled him down to kiss him quickly. “What brings you by dear?”

“Do I need a reason? I just wanted to stop by and see you. Plus Rachel is in the kitchen this morning so I don’t want to show up until she’s done.”

She put her hands on her hips shaking her head, “You two still can’t play nice?”

“We can. We just play better when separated.” he watched as she moved past him to help the same customer from a moment ago check out. He glanced around the shop spotting the sunflowers in the corner, and smiled when he looked at them. She was right, they did make you smile. Watching the customer leave he noticed the place was now empty.

“So I have a question for you.”

She wiped her hands on her apron. “What’s that dear?” Picking up a red rose she clipped the end then placed it in a vase beside her.

“Remember about two or three weeks ago you sent me to that hospital?”

She looked up then nodded, “Yes St Luke’s. What about it?”

Mason leaned his hip up against the counter and looked down at her. “Well remember the lady I was delivering the flowers too?”

“Yes, they were for Lena.”

Mason tilted his head to the side then narrowed his eyes a little. “You know Lena? Dr O’Donnell?”

His mother put her scissors down and placed her hands on the counter. “For pete’s sake Mason, spit it out. Yes I know Dr O’Donnell. Why? Do you?”

Boy did he, he thought, then remembered her sitting across from him in a wet bra and a skirt. Probably not exactly what his mother was referring to.

“Yes. We had a date last night. I’m surprised Rachel didn’t call you to gossip.”

He watched his mother frown a little then she smiled and tilted her head up to him. “I haven’t spoken to Rachel since she started dating that sous chef.”

“Charlie.” Mason nodded.

“Yes that’s right. But that’s not what we’re talking about. You say you had a date with Lena?”

Mason smiled now full blown. “Yes, last night.”

His mother carefully picked up another rose and clipped the end.

“How do you know her mom?”

She looked back at him and smiled a small almost sad smile. “I’ve known Lena for years, son.”

Mason hadn’t expected that and watched his mother silently, as she finish the arrangement in front of her, trying to work out what she meant. When he came up with nothing, and his mother didn’t offer anything, he said softly, “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

She turned to face him and walked over to the sunflowers in the corner. “These are hers.” she paused then looked at him with a gentle smile on her face, “She’s been coming to my shop since she was in college. Every Monday night, she orders seven sunflowers.”

Mason didn’t quiet understand what she was telling him. “Why?”

His mother tilted her head and walked over to him. She stopped and reached up to cup his cheek. “It’s not my place to tell you son. She’ll tell you when she’s ready. If she ever is.” she paused smiling at him. “I’ve never met such a focused individual in my life. Maybe she needs someone like you to shake her up a bit.”

Mason reached up to touch his mother’s hand then linked their fingers bringing them down to rest beside them. “She scares me mom.”

“Why?” she asked him softly then added, “She’s just a girl.”

He shook his head, “Maybe when you met her, but she’s so much more now.”

Unlinking their hands his mother rested a hand over his heart and said softly, “Be careful Mason. Tread lightly and fall gracefully.”

He grinned now at her and chuckled, “Have you ever known me to do that?”

She smiled and patted his cheek, “No but it was worth a shot.”

On Friday, Lena walked down the hospital corridor leading to the children’s oncology ward with one person in mind, Robbie Tipton. She’d heard he was responding well to the treatment so far but had just recently come down with a bad infection. She wanted to go down and see the little guy. To reach out and know he was still there, that he was ok and she’d caught the signs early enough to give him a fighting chance. As she pushed through the airtight doors she heard the laughter of children and the muted sounds of a TV in the rec room off to the left. She stopped by the door and peered in noting a nurse sitting in the corner keeping an eye on the children watching the cartoons.

It always amazed Lena when she came down here. Children had such resilience in the face of pain and suffering. It was more often than not that the children were the ones who would say something so wise and profound Lena found herself wondering, who made her think she could tell them the outcome of their lives? Cancer though, it was a fickle friend that didn’t care about your age, gender or race. It would move in take up residence and eventually kick you to the curb, it was a mean landlord and didn’t care who it hurt in order to get what it wanted. Lena waved at the nurse when she looked over to her and smiled, then turned and made her way down the hall to Room 308. Knocking lightly on the door she stepped inside to see Becky Tipton, lying on a cot the nurses had made up for her, holding little Robbie and kissing his head. Behind her was her husband, Lena presumed, stroking a hand through her hair and looking down at them both. They made such a beautiful picture she was almost upset she had interrupted, until Becky looked up at her and smiled.

“Dr O’Donnell.”

Lena stepped forward and watched as Mr. Tipton came around the cot. He reached out offering his hand to her. “I’m Chad, Becky’s husband. She tells me you’re the one to thank for catching Robbie’s cancer early.”

Lena reached out and clasped his hand then smiled when he shook it firmly. “I just ran the right blood tests, that’s all.”

He looked over his shoulder at his wife and child then back at her. “That’s everything. You gave him the chance to fight.”

Lena moved back a step and placed her hands in her lab coat pockets. “I heard he was running a fever last night?”

Becky nodded, “Yeah they said he had a small respiratory infection. Ahh Dr, um Monroe I believe, came and checked him ordered some tests and meds and since this morning his fever has slowly been dropping.”

Lena smiled and nodded, “That’s great news. I just wanted to stop by and check on my favorite little guy.” she turned to leave when she heard Chad say, “Thanks again Dr.”

Lena smiled and made her way back to her floor. She was just stepping off the elevator when she ran into Shelly.

“Hey there stranger.” she walked with her friend toward the cafeteria. She hadn’t seen her since the big date, so she knew she was in for it, and to be honest she was kind of looking forward to it.

“So you know I’m dying over here. How’d it go?”

Lena turned and grinned at her, “Oh it went very well.”

Shelly grabbed her arm and shook it like they were in high school instead of a hospital corridor. “I knew! Didn’t I tell you?”

Lena couldn’t help the smile on her face so she nodded and sighed, “You sure did.”

They finally reached the lunch line and grabbed their food. Heading to a seat in the back Shelly opened her water and took a sip. “So tell me, is he absolutely amazing in bed?”

Lena grinned, “We didn’t go to bed.” she paused then leaned in and whispered, “Unless you mean the next day when he called me, while I was still in bed and told me he wanted me to stroke his naked body all over with my hair.”

Shelly’s mouth dropped open, “Shut the hell up! He did not say that to you.”

Lena bit into her apple and nodded, “Well I’m paraphrasing but that was the g rated version.”

Shelly sat back with a huge sigh, “What’d I tell you huh? Lucky bitch. How was the dinner?”

Lena smiled at her friend. “He made an absolutely mouth watering pasta then we made peach cobbler.”

Shelly cocked her head to the side, “Ah the peach.”

Just that word alone made Lena’s thighs clench so she sat silently.

“He made you cook your own dessert?”

Lena took a sip of her water then, as nonchalantly as she could manage, replied. “Yeah after we peeled and cut them he squeezed it all over me and sucked it off.”

Shelly narrowed her eyes. “Are you making this shit up to play with me?”

Lena stood walked around to Shelly then leaned down to pull her shirt to the side revealing the lighter, but still obvious, hickey. She heard Shelly’s quick gasp, smiled at her friend and raised her eyebrows, then turned on her heel to walk away. Behind her she heard Shelly yell.

“Lucky bitch.”

Mason yawned as he looked over at his sister who was sitting down eating a sandwich talking to Wendy about this evening. Friday night, one of the busiest nights of the weeks for them and he had a food critic from Delicious coming in to see them. He ran a hand over his face and looked around the dining room. His staff had done a great job all day. Moving tables where he wanted them and setting candles, linens, silverware, glassware, lights and music all to get the right feel for one of the most important nights he would ever have. This review would be national and would mean a huge deal to them and their sales. He walked over to Wendy and reached out hugging her to his side.

“We did it you know.” he smiled over at Rachel. “We pulled this off.”

Wendy turned and smacked him lightly in the chest. “Don’t say that you’ll jinx us.”

He grinned at her. “Nah my week has been going to good.” Rachel rolled her eyes and he laughed, “Like you can talk, all we heard about for months was Charlie this and Charlie that.”

Wendy laughed and nodded along with him.

“Yeah but we’re use to me acting like a love sick idiot. On you it seems all wrong.”

“Hey now, who said anything about love?” Mason sputtered.

“Oh please, you dating one woman at a time? That has to be love.”

Mason rolled his eyes at her. “No, she’s complicated. I need all my wits about me to work her out.”

“In other words she’s smart.” Wendy chimed in.

“In other words she has a brain.” Rachel added then grinned at him with the same smile he’d been born with.

“Well of course ladies,” he said and turned to walk into the kitchen, “She’s dating me isn’t she?”

Shelly had talked Lena into going out tonight. After all she’d said, it’s Friday and she was dating a guy who owned the hottest restaurant in Chicago. Lena wasn’t sure it was such a great idea. After all they’d only had one official date where they had actually gotten along and not wanted to kill each other. He may not appreciate her just showing up unannounced. It wasn’t as though they were a serious couple or anything like that. So there she was sitting in Shelly’s car in the parking lot behind Exquisite. It was packed this evening. She’d been here two times and on both occasions it’d been busy, but tonight it was overflowing with people and there was a line around the building.

“We’ll never get in there tonight. Let’s go somewhere else.” Lena suggested hoping her plan for escape would fly. No such luck with Shelly on the case.

“Come on! Stop whining and get out of the car. The minute he sees you he’s going to let you in. Plus you look amazing tonight.”

Rolling her eyes at her friend she got out and tugged her skirt down. Wrapping herself up in her coat she followed Shelly around the side. She went to stand in the back of the crowd when Shelly grabbed her hand and tugged her forward. She could feel people glaring holes in them as they watched her friend stand on tiptoe and say something to the man at the door. He looked at them both and raised an eyebrow then disappeared.

“I told him to go and ask if we could come in. I gave your name. I hope you don’t mind.”

Shaking her head Lena answered sarcastically, “Sure, why would I mind?”

They stood looking at the huge crowd and Lena asked, “Did we miss something important tonight or is this every Friday?”

Looking around then back at her Shelly shrugged, “I have no idea.”

The big guy who’d been at the front came back out and gestured for them to come over. He pulled back the rope and leaned down.

“I spoke to Wendy, the manager, she said that was fine but you’d have to sit at the bar.”

Shelly grinned and grabbed Lena’s arm, “Not a problem big guy.” and just like that they were in.

Mason was going insane. He had orders coming in and out of the dining room faster than he could blink and Rachel was having a fit because one of her blow torches had gone missing, which she needed to make over two hundred Crème Brule’s. He’d been told table twenty three had the food critic on it and a waiter was now in the process of delivering their meals. Mason took a deep breath and saw Wendy motion him over to the corner of the kitchen pass.

“What’s wrong?” he asked automatically.

She shook her head quickly to reassure him. “Nothing’s wrong, in fact everything is going great and you have a line wrapped around your building. However, I did manage to sneak in two people, even though we’re at full capacity.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Who?”

“She’s at the bar.”

Mason looked around her and spotted who Wendy was referring to right at the very end of his old mahogany bar. The lights were low tonight and all he could see was a faint shadow of her, but her hair was falling down her back freely and suddenly he felt his stomach clench. He straightened back up and looked at Wendy. “When did she get here?”

She looked at her watch, “Oh about forty minutes ago, right during the rush. I figured I’d let you know when it slowed down a little.”

He nodded appreciating the thought, and the fact that he hadn’t been distracted by her for the last hour, but now he wanted to go and see her. He still had his interview to do but everything else was taken care of. He wiped his hands down his apron and moved over to the bar.

Lena was on her fourth Cosmo and feeling quiet relaxed as Shelly wandered off to flirt with a man sitting on the other side of the bar. She’d found herself looking around the dining room all night for Mason but she hadn’t seen him once. Deciding he was either way to busy to deal with her, or he was avoiding her, she picked her glass up and took another sip. Then she started to get annoyed because the man next to her kept trying to buy her drinks and in the end she’d accepted because he just didn’t seem to be taking a hint. So there she was, dressed up to impress a man who may or may not be avoiding her, drinking her third drink purchased by an annoying man who couldn’t take no for an answer, quickly working her way to drunk. She placed the empty glass back on the bar and looked up when she saw the bartender had stopped in front of her.

“What can I get for you tonight Miss?” Mason asked as he watched Lena’s face register shock first then embarrassment, if her flushed cheeks were telling the truth. He finally got his first close up look of her tonight and he was having a hard time staying on his side of the bar. She was dressed in a little black dress, little being the operative word. Since she was seated he couldn’t see much but what he could see he liked a lot. The dress had three quarter sleeves then scooped down low across her chest, showing off her amazing breasts, that seemed to be enhanced by a magical bra tonight, and her hair had been left out and was waving down over one of her shoulders. Her legs were crossed and the skirt had ridden up high on her thigh leaving her smooth legs bare to him and she’d finished the look with black killer spike stilettos. She finally seemed to gather her wits about her, even though he noticed she looked a little glassy eyed, then sat forward resting her hands on the bar and pushing her delectable breasts closer too him as she continued to drain all the blood from his head by opening her mouth.

“Hmmm. I was just thinking I would like an Orgasm.”

Lena wasn’t sure at what point she would call herself drunk, all she knew was she felt good and relaxed as she sat there in front of the sexy as hell Mason Langley. He was dressed, as usual to work tonight, in a white chef’s smock that had two rows of black buttons running up and down his fit body and slung low and tight around his hips was a long black apron. He looked as though he’d run his hands through his hair on his way over and currently he was standing in front of her speechless. It wasn’t until the idiot next to her decided to add in, “I’ll get that for you honey.” that she watched him raise his brow and say softly.

“I’ll take care of that for her, sir.”

Lena didn’t give two hoots about the man next to her but he didn’t seem to be giving up without a fight. “Come on man, don’t poach. I’ve bought her drinks all night, at least let me give her an Orgasm.”

Lena kept her eyes locked with Mason’s and watched his jaw tense up. The he nodded. “Fine I’ll let you get her the drink sir.” he reached under the bar and pulled out a glass and all the ingredients he needed, including a more than decent amount of vodka. He slid it across the bar to her and looked at the man, “$13.00 please.”

Mason took the money and Lena noticed the man looking over at her. She turned to him and smiled. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome honey. What’d you say your name was again? Rebecca?”

She heard a cough behind her and knew it’d come from the bar. She nodded, “That’s right.”

Looking back at Mason, ready to play, she took a sip licking her lips, “This place is busy tonight.”

He looked as though he was about to say something when a tall stunning redhead pushed her way to the bar and gushed in a high pitched voice. “Mason! Oh my god it’s been way to long sweetheart.”

She looked around and Lena saw her skim right over her like she wasn’t even there.

“This place is packed! I don’t suppose,” she said leaning across the bar, to a mute Mason, “We can run out the back for a minute or two for old time’s sake?”

Lena looked across the bar at a wide eyed bartender and narrowed her eyes at him.

Mason could not believe what was happening. First he’d had to stand there and watch some moron drool all over the delicious doctor, while he’d just wanted to reach over and punch him out, and now just when he was about to start flirting outrageously with the curvy goddess, Trisha had to show up. God, could this moment get anymore awkward? He looked at Lena, who was glaring at him like he was dog shit on her shoe, then turned to try and get rid of the immediate problem, Trisha.

“No Trisha, not tonight. Can’t you see we’re jam packed in here?”

He watched Trisha look around again and this time she actually physically bumped into Lena, who turned her glare on her.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Trisha then spun back around and leaned over smiling at him, “Opps. Now I’m running into your customers.”

Mason saw the moment Lena heard and watched her shoulders stiffen and her back straighten. Oh shit, he was thinking, that was her grenade lobbying pose and Trisha and him were in the line of fire. Just as he was about to say something to her he saw Shelly walking over toward them. She looked at him, then Trisha and then lastly at her friend and he watched as the usually friendly doctor got a look on her face that almost matched Lena when she was pissed. Fantastic. Just what he needed, the only ally he had now hated him. Turning back to Trisha he said in a sterner voice. “You should leave Trisha I can’t get free tonight.”

She pouted then asked, “How about tomorrow night?”

He was about to say, how about no night, when he saw the writer from Delicious being escorted over to him by Wendy. He bit the inside of his cheek and willed himself to calm down, he was a professional and although this was turning out to be a huge clusterfuck, he could deal with it. He noticed Shelly had taken a seat beside her friend, who was still glaring at him in the hopes of him disintegrating into a pile of ash, and she was whispering something in her ear. Lena didn’t turn to face her, just arched an eyebrow and kept deadly silent.

“Mason.” Wendy said all smiles as she brought forward Peter Ryder from Delicious.

“Excuse me.” she said and finally, finally, saved him by pushing Trisha out of the way. Finally taking a hint Trisha waved, “Call me.”

Not likely, he thought, if he ever got out alive.

“Mason. What a wonderful place you have here.”

Smiling stiffly and wiping damp palms on his thighs he glanced over at Lena, who was still seated, back ramrod straight grimace in place eyes glaring at him.

“Thanks Peter. I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight?”

“Oh yes.” he said with a chuckle, “But not as much as you I’m sure. Who was the redhead?”

He winced and just when he thought things couldn’t get worse Lena threw her grenade.

“Oh. She’s number thirty four.”

He watched the train wreck unfold in slow motion as it slowed down to a complete crawl before plowing into him.

“Excuse me?” Peter asked with a laugh turning to face, who he assumed was, an attractive stranger. Lena smiled at him but her eyes stayed cold.

“The redhead. She’s number thirty four on his list. Didn’t you research him before you came?”

Peter glanced over to Mason who was now looking at Lena like she’d lost her mind. Shelly, who’d been seated beside her, stood up.

“I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

“Oh let me explain it for you. If you Google this fine man here it’ll show how many redheads, brunettes and blonds he’s had ahhh, what did you call it, a good night with. That lady was number thirty four.” she paused in her tirade for a moment then added, “For this year alone! Who knew someone could be so very talented to juggle that many women around.”

“Lena stop it.” he heard Shelly hiss under her breath but nothing was going to stop her now. He watched with silent fury as she coolly decimated his character in front of a god damn reporter.

“Oh and do you know this man well?” he heard Peter ask.

She smiled sweetly and looked over to him then back to the reporter. “Oh yes. I was with him on Wednesday night. You see. I was planning to be number thirty four, but I guess I got pushed out of the way.” and with that parting shot she bent down to reach for her purse and coat. Mason was still trying to wrap his brain around everything that’d just happened and how extremely pissed off he was when she started for the door. Shelly trailed behind her and he knew if he didn’t act now this would be it. Peter glanced at him with a confused look and Mason muttered under his breath. “I’m sorry.”

Knowing he was committing career suicide he ran around the bar and took off after Lena. She was just about out the door when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the door leading to the room upstairs. She looked up at him with eyes so cold he thought they would freeze him on the spot. He saw Shelly behind her stop and wait not knowing what to do. He looked at her and said through gritted teeth.

“Give us a minute Shelly.” then he dragged her up three steps and slammed the door shut and locked it with a deafening click.

“What the fuck was that all about?”

Lena watched as he climbed one step then turned to face her where she stood against the wall. She was up a step from him so she was effectively taller and right at that moment she was happy for even that much leverage.

“Screw you.” she spat at him, seething over the whole evening that’d gone to shit so quickly she couldn’t even begin to imagine when it’d been going right.

“Screw me?” he asked through clenched teeth, “Oh Lena trust me, you screwed me really good out there in the bar.”

She looked down at him and narrowed her eyes. “Oh I’m so sorry that I stopped you from taking a minute in the back with redhead number..”

“If you even mention a number, so help me God.”

Glaring at him she realized he’d stepped forward effectively pushing her against the wall. Then with slow concise words he asked. “Now tell me what you were doing out there?”

“It dawned on me what a colossal mistake this has all been.” she paused took a breath and felt her chest heave. “That’s right Langley. I saw the light in the space of five minutes with a redhead and some stranger called Peter.”

“If you’d shut your mouth for one second out there tonight I would’ve explained everything to you. But no, instead of waiting for a logical explanation, Dr O’Donnell flipped the fuck out and turned into a raging bitch. Do you know what you cost me tonight?”

Lena just wanted to leave. She was so mad and possibly more inebriated than she first thought, but this huge wall of a man wouldn’t get out of her way. So instead she snapped at him. “Seven minutes of heaven in the back closet.”

He moved quicker than she could blink and before she knew it he’d moved up a step and had a hand wrapped up in her hair and the other gripping her waist tight.

“Let go of me.” she spat at him. Instead of complying he just moved in even closer. He tugged her hair so she was now was looking up at him.

“Your little temper tantrum was in front of Peter Ryder, from Delicious magazine. He was here tonight to interview me and get us into the national market.” he paused and she felt his whole body shake against hers with restrained anger. “But instead of a piece on my food, customers and location, he’s probably going to write about how I fuck a different woman every night.”

Lena shook as he pushed against her. The hand at her waist slid down the curve of her hip and grabbed her ass as he hitched her up the wall and pushed his hips in tight to hold her there on tiptoes. She couldn’t breathe. In fact she couldn’t think. She couldn’t even remember why she so was pissed off and why she’d turned into such a raging lunatic. All she could think about was how hard his thick thighs and erection was as they pressed up intimately against her. The hand in her hair had gentled a little but it was still wound tight holding her still. He moved his pissed off face in close to her and she saw the anger shimmering in his eyes.

“The problem with that story though is the only woman I want every night is trying to drive me in-fucking-sane. So tell me Lena, what the fuck were you doing out there?”

Mason watched her pulse flutter at the base of her neck and couldn’t help himself, before she answered him he leaned in and kissed it. He heard her suck in a deep breath and was surprised to feel her reach up to grab his hair in her hands. She tightened them and pulled his head back. He looked at her with narrow eyes and released his hold on her hair dropping his hand down to her waist. She hadn’t put her coat on, when he’d dragged her in here, so she was pushed up against the wall in her little black dress and although he was furious with her she looked absolutely mouth watering.

He trailed his eyes down over her beautiful breasts then told her. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut and I’m going to give you that Orgasm you asked for.” he thought for a moment she was going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the wall and pushed her hips out toward him. He groaned low and moved in, grinding himself up against her. “Spread your legs just a little for me.”

When she complied silently he trailed a hand down her thigh to stroke the bare skin with his fingers. Her shoulders were pressed against the wall pushing her chest out to him and her hair was spilling down all around her. Her legs were spread apart enough to make it look as though she was inviting him inside, and her short little skirt had ridden so far up her thighs he could now see some black lace peeking out at him. Tracing a line up behind her thigh, until he reached the elastic leg of her panties, he watched her as she looked down at his hand then back at him. Her eyes were so wide and vulnerable devoid of all anger that he felt all of his disappear as quickly as it’d come. He moved in close to her placing his free hand by her head against the wall then dipped his knees a little as he ground his hard cock right up against the lace of her panties. He rested his forehead against hers. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

She took a deep breath and those breasts rose up to him then fell back down. He watched her lick her lips as she closed her eyes and whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

He gripped her waist with his free hand and pushed his hips hard against her, and he wasn’t sure if he was doing it for pleasure or to punish her but either way it felt damn good. When she moaned softly he lifted a hand to the neck of the dress and tugged it down. Her breasts spilled out the top and were bared to him. She opened her eyes slowly and rolled her hips into his and thrust her breasts forward, so he did what any red blooded, horny as fuck man would do. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Lena moaned loudly when he dipped his head and sucked her nipple hard. She felt as though her skin was on fire and his mouth seemed the have a direct link to the nerves between her thighs. She reached up with one hand to grip the back of his hair, but this time she gently tugged him forward as he flicked her tight nipple with his tongue.

“Stop teasing me.” she demanded and when he looked up at her she saw the twinkle back in his eyes. She didn’t like fighting with him but when that redhead had come through the door it was as though Lena had lost her mind. All she’d wanted tonight was his hands on her, and instead that bimbo had been asking him for the same thing. She knew she’d done what she had out of jealousy. Jealousy and fear, because what could he want with her when he had women like that one, throwing themselves at him? Right then he seemed to decide to show her because one of his hands made its way down between them and started rubbing against the damp lace that was irritating her aroused skin.

“Please.” she panted softly with her head against the wall and her fingers in his hair. He looked up from where he’d been kissing and asked with a smug grin.

“Please what?”

Shutting her eyes she shook her head against the wall and bit her bottom lip pushing her hips out against his hand trying to get his fingers where she needed them.“I knew you’d do this to me.”

“Do what?” he asked leaning in grinning against her lips.

She smiled too and bit his bottom lip gently. “Make me beg.”

He brought his free hand up and tugged on one of her wet nipples and finally he slid his other finger under the leg of her panties. She groaned loudly when she felt it slide back and forward though her wetness, teasing her clitoris with each pass. She shut her eyes and heard him groan. “Damn Lena, you’re fucking dripping.”

Swallowing she pushed against his hand and finally she felt his finger slide inside her. Her eyes flew open and locked with his as he pulled the same finger out then slid it in again. He smirked at her. “Good?”

Licking her top lip she nodded then reached down to grab his other hand. She brought it up to her mouth and when he pushed inside her again she sucked his other finger into her mouth deeply. He bumped his hips up against her.

“Fuck.” he muttered and leaned down to take her mouth. He slid his tongue deep inside her as he pushed his finger in and out between her slippery folds. Groaning against his mouth she felt him hitch her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he wedged her against the wall and fucked her with his fingers. Panting harder she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt him take one of her nipples into his mouth right when he pushed two thick fingers into her. She screamed and clamped down hard against his hand crushing him against her breasts as the orgasm washed over her.