Wicked Ways: Pearl's Passion (Part 3)

 She laid her fingers across his lips and pulled him into the elevator as the door slid open. “Shut-up. I want you.”

“I don’t understand.” He frowned and glanced over his shoulder in what appeared to be near panic as the doors closed with a firm swoosh.

“What wasn’t I clear about?” She reached out and pushed the red stop button. The elevator gave a buzz and ground to a halt. “I want your penis inside of me right now.”

“Pearl, I don’t think—”

“You don’t want me? Maybe I can make you want me.” She grabbed his hand and pushed it under her skirt.

His eyes widened with shock as he realized that she didn’t wear any underwear beneath the short, red material. She smiled with gratification—she’d shocked him—good! Reaching out, she pulled his shirt out of his waistband and then unsnapped the buttons down the front of his crotch. She stood on her tiptoes and nibbled his earlobe as she whispered. “Now!”

“Pearl, Pearl,” he groaned as he buried his hands in her hair, which had completely escaped its loose knot. He planted kisses down the length of her throat but that wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want tenderness and she jerked away.

Something that seemed akin to hurt filled his face, but Pearl ripped his shirt open and planted kisses down his stomach until he gasped. She pushed his unbuttoned pants down to his ankles, taking his briefs with them and sucked his erect penis for a moment just to make sure he was good and hard.

As she rose, she pushed her skirt up to her waist to be sure they didn’t waste any more time. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted him, but not as a husband or someone she wanted to spend her life with—he’d lost that privilege—she only wanted him as a man.

He dropped to his knees and ran his hands up her thighs, pushing them apart. She gasped when he buried his face in the apex of her thighs and suckled gently on her. Waves of pleasure swept over her until she cried out. Then he rose to his feet, grasped her by the waist, lifted her and brought her down firmly on his erectness.

Pearl gasped as he filled her. She’d forgotten how it felt to have him solid, and packed inside her. She bit her lip and enjoyed the sensation for a moment before she started to rock her hips against him. He groaned and she opened her eyes. His eyes were closed as he pushed into her again and again, backing her up against the wall of the elevator so he could get more leverage and increase the pace.

Matching his tempo, Pearl pulsed up and down, each movement sending shockwaves of delight through the center of her being. She came with a scream at the same moment he did.

He held her for a moment, panting into her neck. As the world righted itself, Pearl pushed against him. He lowered her slowly to her feet. She tugged her skirt down, patted him on the head, and released the elevator.

Devon scrambled to pull his pants up and button them before the doors slid open on the lobby level. Pearl hid a satisfied grin. There was no way for him to fix his tattered shirt, and her lipstick was smeared all over his face. A flush rose to his cheeks as he attempted to tuck the ripped material back into his waistband.

The doors swished open and an elderly couple stared at them for a moment before smiling knowingly. Pearl breezed past them with Devon on her heels.

“Pearl, wait.” He grabbed her arm.

“What?” She shook his hand off her arm.

“You said we could talk. You can’t just attack me and then walk away.”

“Why not? You attacked me in an elevator and then went and screwed your secretary. What’s the difference?” She shrugged. “It’s just sex.”

He stared at her for a moment. “You’ve completely changed.”

“Damn straight. I’m no longer the starry eyed imbecile I was back then.” He’d made sure of that.

“That’s a shame. I guess we have nothing to talk about then.”

“Guess not.” She turned and walked away. The revenge she’d always thought would feel so good left her feeling empty, cold and alone. She’d thought humiliating Devon would heal her broken heart but he’d left it in too many pieces. And the only thing she’d accomplished was to have unprotected sex with a man she despised. For two years they’d tried to conceive a baby, then she’d lost their child before he even knew she was pregnant, wouldn’t it be ironic if now they conceived one? She shook her head. Life couldn’t be that unfair. But she made a mental note to pick up some form of birth control to carry with her. It was stupid for her not to and if Devon came around again, she’d have no inhibitions about using him any way she wanted.

Devon watched her walk away, her tight rear swaying provocatively under that tiny skirt. He’d stayed away for two years, thinking he could put her behind him. But he hadn’t been able to forget her tight hot little pussy or the way she moaned the second he touched her and screamed upon climax. His cock twitched at the thought, even though he’d just had her. “Down, boy,” he whispered.

Dammit to hell! He’d wanted to talk to her about the past. Convince her—of what? She hadn’t believed him three years ago and she sure as hell wouldn’t believe him now. He glanced over at the black information board on the far side of the wall. Stark white letters spelled out the name of her company—His Wicked Ways. What the hell kind of business was she running anyway? He frowned, wondering if his sweet, innocent wife was a stripper, escort or worse.

A young woman with long black hair stepped off the elevator, blowing her nose. “Miss?” he said.

“What?” She snapped the words at him and glared as though she wanted to kill him for daring to breathe and share the same planet. He blinked. The venom in her words was completely out of context.

“I…er…was wondering if you know what His Wicked Ways is?”

“Only the best business in the whole world. They investigate lying, cheating assholes, that’s what they do. They showed me the truth and I am now going to go home and beat that soon to be ex-boyfriend of mine over the head with that truth. All men are scum. Pig!” She flipped that glorious hair over her shoulder and stomped away from him.

“Okay…” He let out a low whistle. Can we spell bitter? B-I-T-T-E-R. So, Pearl and her sisters had started a business that specialized in tracking down cheaters. He groaned. Everyday, she worked with women whose husbands were sleeping with other women. No wonder his wife had changed, grown bitterer. He suspected it wasn’t just because of his betrayal, but because of what she saw in her line of work on a daily basis.

Dammit, how was he supposed to convince her he hadn’t cheated when all she ever saw were cheaters? He blinked twice as a brilliant idea began to form. A slow grin zipped up from his gut and he felt it tilt the corners of his lips. It might just work…

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