Entwine (Billionaire Series) (14 page)

“More what?”
Philip lifted his head long enough to ask.

“More tongue.”
She couldn't muster enough energy to be embarrassed.

When he
complied, shoving his tongue further inside her than she was expecting, she
came. Even as her body buckled against its restraints, Philip was moving again.
She was already calling out his name when he buried himself inside her with one
smooth thrust. The word turned into a wail as Philip began to thrust, hard and
fast, each stroke taking him nearly to the end of her. His hands were on either
side of her waist, giving him leverage as he bounced her off of the bed with
the force of every snap of his hips.

“I can't hear
you.” He grunted.

The next moment,
his hand was in her hair, pulling her head off of the bed. The pain in her
scalp radiated down through her body, meeting and mingling with the intensity
of sensation in her pussy until they exploded and Jennifer was moaning and
releasing a high-pitched sound she'd never heard herself make before. Her body
went rigid, muscles tightening until Philip swore. Still, he didn't stop,
forcing his cock in and out of her spasming channel as he tugged on her hair.
Hours, days, years could have passed, but all Jennifer knew was that his body
was against her, in her, the lines of pain and pleasure blurring until every
cell in her body was hot and tingling.

She felt him
pulse inside her, his body tensing as he came, but not going soft as he
continued to move inside her. Time and again, they climaxed together, one
rolling into the next, never ending, never stopping, never pausing, only
unrelenting friction and sensation until tears streamed down her cheeks with
the enormity of it all.

She didn't know
when or how her hands came unbound, only that Philip was pulling her back
against him as he fucked up into her. He yanked her head to one side, his
breath burning against her ear.

“One more time.”

She knew what
she wanted, but she didn't think her body could manage it again. As it was,
only Philip's arms and cock kept her from crumbling to the mattress, but she
couldn't tell him that. The only sounds she could make were little whimpers
that were forced out with the gasps of air she'd managed to get between
thrusts.

Philip wrapped
one arm around her breasts, his hand palming her right breast as his finger and
thumb teased at her nipple. The other arm had been around her waist, but that
hand drifted lower now. Jennifer's eyelids fluttered as his index finger slid
between her folds to rub her swollen clit. Her limbs twitched, muscles
quivering, but she hovered at the edge, unable to gather the energy needed to
send her past that point once more.

“I love the way
your body trembles around mine,” Philip whispered in her ear, his words
breathless. “The way you respond to every little touch. I love knowing that each
time you cum, I did that to you. I love being the one who causes you so much
pleasure.”

His rhythm
stuttered, his breath catching and Jennifer knew he was close.

“I'm not going
to cum until you do.” His voice had a rough, ragged edge to it.

Jennifer made a
small sound and closed her eyes, desperate to find release for the pressure
building inside her.

“Open your
eyes.” Philip ordered.

She did and saw
a mirror, whether on the wall or in mid-air, she didn't know and didn't care.
She was entranced by what she saw. Her body pulled up tight, her ankles still
bound, legs spread, knees parted, one of Philip's hands moving between her
legs. Her head lay back against his shoulder, her lips parted, her chest
heaving as she dragged air into her lungs. And then she saw Philip's face, his
eyes burning with a dark fire and the determination to bring her to climax.

He scraped his
teeth over the juncture where her neck met her shoulder and she shuddered.
“That's it. Let go. I've got you and I'm not going anywhere.” At the same time
his fingers tightened around her nipple, he sunk his teeth into that spot on
her throat and Jennifer came apart for the final time. She heard him cry out
her name, the sound nearly lost in the scream that came up from deep inside
her. As his cock emptied into her pussy, they collapsed to the bed. He rolled
her onto her side, tucking her against his chest. They lay there, entwined,
bodies still joined, and he murmured in her ear. “Sleep. I've got you. I've
always got you. I'm not going anywhere.”

***

Jennifer jolted
upright, gasping for air, her heart racing. “Fuck,” she breathed as she fell
back against her pillows. It was then that she realized that her sheets were
damp with sweat, her pajama bottoms soaked with her arousal. “Shit.” She sighed.
“I need to take another shower.”

I waited
until the evening, going over every detail of my plan
–
from whether Mathis
would be in his office to how I would react to certain obstacles. I didn’t want
anything to go wrong, and I certainly didn’t want to get in trouble.

I had
decided to go for an evening visit because the dimming daylight would help make
me less visible from below, so that nobody could alert the building security to
the fact that someone was climbing the fire escape. If there were any security
cameras on the outside of the building – which I doubted (who in their right
mind would climb 30 floors to break into an office building?) – I would have
time to check up on where they were before making my move.

I had
also considered the probability that Mathis’ floor would be deserted after
normal office hours were done. I didn’t want to run into any nosy secretary
asking questions. I knew that Mathis would almost certainly still be in the
office – back when we’d had our sessions, we often ran on late into the evening
when the building was locked and empty, and I knew he worked late practically every
day. If I put my plan into action around eightish, he was sure to still be
there.

I
dressed carefully in dark slacks and a dark shirt, smart enough so that I
wouldn’t look suspicious. I didn’t want to look out of place once inside the
office, but I also didn’t want to attract any attention when I was trying to
get in. A dark shape outside a dark building wasn’t going to be visible from
the street below.

***

As I
arrived on the street of Mathis’ office building, my heart was thumping in my
chest and my palms were sweating. I wondered if this was what soldiers felt
like before they went to battle. A part of me wanted to turn around and leave, to
dismiss this idea as stupid, but
I didn’t let myself. I was going to see
Mathis whether he liked it or not. Seriously, I was damn tired of feeling
helpless.

As I
approached the building, I tried to look relaxed and nonchalant. I spotted a
security guard outside the door. Had he been there the evening Mathis had let
me out and we had shared our first kiss? If so, he had done a good job of
melting into the shadows. The fire escape was where I remembered it, leading
down into a narrow alley next to the building. It didn’t look as if there was
anyone around, so I waited until the security guard was looking in the other
direction before darting down the alley.

Dusk
hadn’t quite fallen, and the sky was still bright. I was glad – the alley was
narrow and dim because of the tall buildings on either side. As I jogged to the
fire escape, I realized that the fire escape to the first floor required a
ladder that had to be dropped from the 2
^nd
floor. I looked around
and jumped up to reach the ladder foolishly.

Crap. Obviously,
I was way too short to reach the damn thing. I looked around again for
something to stand on and noticed a garbage bin. It was a few meters away, but
it had wheels on the bottom. I tried pushing my weight into it, and it budged
slightly. I held my breath, bent my knees, and pushed with as much strength as
I could muster. I was able to sluggishly push the bin over to the ladder. I was
glad that the wheels didn’t squeak much.

I shut
the lid of the bin and climbed on top. I was pretty lucky that the trash had
already been picked up, or else I’d risk finally seeing Mathis while I smelled
like rotten food. I jumped up and was able to get a grasp on the bottom rung of
the ladder. I tugged it down with my weight and it came down with a loud
screech. I paused. Did anyone hear that? I stayed perfectly still and waited
for something to happen to indicate that I’d been caught.

Nothing.
I sighed a breath of relief, and then jumped down from the bin to climb the
ladder. As I placed my right foot on the bottom rung and right hand on the side
of the fire escape ladder, I looked up. It seemed as if the stairs stretched on
forever, and I took a deep breath, thanking Sharon internally for insisting I
go to the gym with her so often.

I began
to climb the stairs, wincing at the loud clang of metal underneath my shoes. I
tried to step lightly to soften the sound, but in the quiet alley it still
seemed like every cop in the city would be able to hear me, not to mention the
security guard at the front of the building.

Although
I had already come this far without incident, it did nothing to calm my nerves.
Instead, every cell in my body was on high alert, and the slightest whisper of
wind or far off rush of a car made me jump. Luckily, I was well shielded from
view by the two buildings – the only way anyone would be able to see me from
the street was if they stopped at the mouth of the alley and looked up. Even
then, I wasn’t sure if someone would spot me in my dark clothing. I hope they
wouldn’t be able to.

***

Night
was falling fast. I paused at the third flight of stairs, my heart thumping
like crazy, although more from fear than from the climb. Peering back down the
way I had come, my heart practically stopped altogether. The security guard
from the front of the building was making his way into the alley!

I
thought I had been caught for sure. He must have heard the dreadful clanging
from the ladder. I flattened myself against the wall and tried to keep my
breathing quiet, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t look too closely. Maybe
he would ignore the fact that the ladder was pulled down.

It
seemed as if it took him forever to make his way to the foot of the stairs. I
lost sight of him, but I felt as though any moment I would hear the noise of
his feet against the ladder as he climbed up after me to arrest me.

My mouth
was dry and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I wondered if
I could slip past him and outrun him. Perhaps I could even jump over the
railings – it wasn’t that far to fall, not yet anyway.

As I was
wildly contemplating my escape, however, I heard the sound of the ladder being
pushed back up to the 2
^nd
floor. He must’ve just thought the ladder
fell! I was so relieved that I almost laughed – so much for building security!
I made sure to keep still and well hidden until I’d heard him make his way
around to the back of the building.

This
must be a circuit he walked, I realized. I’d have to be careful to make sure he
didn’t notice me if he came back around. After a moment of thought, I leaned
down and took off my shoes so that my bare feet would muffle the sound of my
footsteps. The metal was cold against my soles, but it was much quieter.
Finally feeling a little bit calmer, I made my way farther up.

***

By the
fifteenth flight of stairs I was definitely breathing harder. There were still
lights on in many of the rooms in the building opposite, and I had to make sure
nobody spotted me through a window. I still had the other half of the floors to
climb, and the thought was daunting. Nevertheless I persevered, not pausing to
catch my breath until I had climbed to floor 20.

I was
immensely glad I wasn’t afraid of heights. The streets beneath me were tiny
snakes, and the cars brightly lit ants. If I hadn’t been so tense, I might even
have enjoyed the view. As it was, all I wanted was to get to my destination
without any trouble. I had spotted two security cameras on the side of the
building so far, but I could only hope that they were either fakes or weren’t
pointed in my direction. It didn’t look as if they were, but paranoia made me
feel as if I were in a spotlight.

***

When I
reached the 30
^th
floor, I was slightly dizzy with adrenaline, which
had begun rushing through my body once more. I took a deep breath before
climbing the last step, and turned to the door in relief – only to notice that
there wasn’t a handle on the outside.

For a
moment, I didn’t quite understand. A second later, it dawned on me that I had
climbed all this way for nothing. Anger and disappointment crashed through me,
and all at once I was ready to fall to my knees and cry, utterly defeated. How
could I have been so stupid – and why hadn’t I noticed this on any of the other
floors? Of course, I had been too focused on reaching my goal, but I felt like
a prize fool nevertheless.

I took a
few deep breaths, trying not to panic, reigning in the violent emotions which
had taken hold of me. It was a fire door, I thought, trying to clear my head
and assess this logically. Of course you could only open it from the inside –
how could I have overlooked such an important detail?

“Fuck!”
I cursed myself soundly with half my brain, while the rest of my brain tried to
think of an alternative solution. Unfortunately, none of the windows were close
enough for me to reach, and besides, they were solid sheets of glass, not the
kind of windows that opened. I had two choices: go up, or go back down.

Then it
struck me, and I let the breath I didn’t know I had been holding whoosh out
from between my lips. There had to be roof access! In my own office building,
the employees went up to the roof to smoke all the time. I’d been up their a
few times to get a breath of fresh air during my break, although all I had
actually gotten was a lungful of smoke. The door had been open, but there must
be a handle or something – otherwise people would get stuck up there with no
other choices but to set up house or learn how to fly.

I looked
up. Luckily, Mathis’ office was near the top of the building and there were
only a few more floors to climb. I crossed my fingers, hoping against hope that
luck would be with me, and carried on up the steps until I reached the roof.

***

The roof
was well lit, and I peered over the edge of the wall before climbing up, to
make sure there weren’t any more guards. Luckily, it was empty. Either it was
too early for the security guard to come up or he was taking a nap somewhere. I
spotted the roof access immediately, and hoisting myself up, made for it
directly, chanting an internal prayer that it would be open.

I
hesitated before walking around to face the door. My nerves were like a taut
bowstring. Any more setbacks and I’d snap. I should have had the foresight to
bring a lock-pick or something – not that I would know how to use one, or even
where to get one.

At least
it had a handle, I thought as I gave the door a quick once-over. It also had a
number pad for which it required a punch-in security code. For a moment I felt
sick with dread, but as I peered closer, I realized that the lock was
disengaged. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the handle. The door clicked open
easily in my hand.

Breathing
a sigh of relief and thanking whatever lucky stars were watching over me, I
quickly entered the door and clicked it closed behind me. I was in! The sense
of achievement was euphoric. I was on the very top floor, on what must be
either a maintenance stairwell or else a rarely used employee staircase for
when the elevators were ever out of order.

Quickly,
I ran my fingers through my hair, making sure it was smooth and not too mussed
up by the wind. It was pretty windy this far up, so thankfully, I wasn’t too
much of a sweaty mess. I was suddenly nervous about seeing Mathis, wondering
what his reaction would be. Before I could lose my nerve, I descended the
stairs. I had lost count of the number of floors I had climbed, so I had to
check the doors on every landing to see where I was.

Thankfully,
going down was a lot less taxing than going up. It didn’t take me long to reach
the 30
^th
floor. The staircase had been brightly lit, but the floor
outside was darkened, with only a few lights still on.

It was a
big building, but I knew my way around this floor pretty well from all the
times I had come up here to have sessions with Mathis. I approached the
secretary’s desk cautiously, but she was long gone, and there was no night
guard. There might have been cameras, but it wouldn’t matter for too much
longer – Mathis was in the building until late and I had been in many times
before, so they would be able to recognize me and would probably assume I had
an appointment, unless Mathis had gone so far as to warn them too. I doubted
it, and if I did get into trouble, I was sure Mathis would be able to smooth it
out.

I
approached his office, and I was both relieved and a little apprehensive to see
that the light was on inside. I didn’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t
been there, but now he was so close to me, I couldn’t help feeling a little bit
strange. I was excited to see him, but unsure how to reveal myself.