He Divorced Me in Front of Four Hundred People, So I Moved Into His Rival's Glass Penthouse novel · Chapter 9 of 24

Chapter 9: Express

Leighton hit the red button, and the service elevator shuddered and stopped between the twentieth floor and the nineteenth.

All four walls were mirrors, and so was the ceiling.

There were forty of me in every direction, and forty of him, and none of them looked away.

He turned and pinned me to the glass with his whole body.

My back hit the cold mirror, and his mouth came down on mine, and his hand dragged up under my cream sweater.

I had thought I would be nervous.

I wasn't.

I was so ready that I whimpered into his mouth.

"Forty seconds," he said against my lips. "It took thirty."

"Shut up and touch me."

He shoved the sweater up over my bra and pulled a cup down with his thumb.

His mouth closed hot and wet around my nipple, and he sucked, and I arched off the glass.

"Oh, God. Do that harder."

He did it harder.

He scraped his teeth across the peak and soothed it with his tongue, and his other hand tugged at the button of my black trousers.

The zip rasped.

His hand went down the front of me, under the lace, and found me soaking.

He pulled his fingers out and held them up between us, glistening, and watched me watch him.

"Taste," he said.

I took his two fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean, and I tasted myself, salt and heat.

He made a sound in his throat that shook the glass.

"Always like this?" he said, rough. "Every time I look at you?"

"Every time you breathe."

He dragged my trousers down to my knees, and I kicked one leg free and left the other tangled around my ankle.

Then his fingers pushed into me, two of them, deep, and my head cracked back against the mirror.

I reached for his belt.

My hands shook, and the buckle wouldn't give, and he laughed against my breast and undid it for me.

I shoved his trousers down and wrapped my fingers around him, and he was iron and silk and already leaking.

We stood there working each other against a mirror, with our foreheads pressed together and our breath coming out in matching gasps.

His fingers slid in and out of me, slow, and then fast, and his thumb flicked my clit.

I pumped him in the same rhythm, and he cursed.

"Look," I said.

"I'm looking."

"Not at me. In the glass. Look at the side."

He turned his head.

In the mirror on the left wall stood a woman with her sweater pushed up and her trousers around one ankle.

A man's hand moved between her legs.

In the mirror on the right wall was the same hand and the same woman, from the other angle.

A long hard cock filled her fist.

"There's so many of us," I whispered.

"Yes."

"I want them to see."

He went very still.

"Say it again."

"I want to be seen. I want someone to open those doors and see your hand in me, and I want to keep going."

"Margo."

"I spent nine years being looked past. I want everybody to look. I want to be looked at while you fuck me."

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