“I like that plan.” Armed with the best possible outcome from my crazy idea, I plowed into the most dangerous territory without a shield. “I get that your boss is Captain Douchebag, but would it be so bad if he knew about this?”
“No.” She laughed and glanced up at me with a wince. “But it would be bad if his partners knew.”
“Why?” I cupped her breast, the flesh heavy and heated under my fingers, and my thumb brought her nipple to attention.
Her forehead pinched into fine wrinkles while her finger traced paths between the freckles on my chest. “Hooking up with the boss isn’t usually a good idea, and you’re in each other’s lives so much…”
Rolling Andy to her back, I bracketed her hips with my legs and balanced my hands on either side of her head. “I don’t give a fuck what they think,” I said, and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
“Easy for you to say,” she ground out, her body quivering beneath me. “You run the place. You’re forgetting that I’m just an apprentice. I can’t be that cavalier, Patrick.”
Her nipple shone with moisture when I released it from between my teeth, and I promptly shifted to the other. I needed the distraction of her skin in my mouth. I was too close to giving her the keys to the firm, or offering to fire any number of my siblings if they gave her so much as a side-eye. None of that would help, either; she’d gut me for suggesting it.
In many ways, Andy was nothing like the other women I’d known intimately, and above all else, it was obvious that she didn’t need me. I admired her strength and independence. Guiding her career was part of my responsibility as her mentor, but I knew she wasn’t about to let me stand in her way or set her course. Part of me loved that she wouldn’t be calling me to unclog a drain anytime soon, yet another part of me wanted to be much more than a dirty little secret.
My teeth grazed over her nipple, and I moved my way down her breast before biting at the underside while her nails dug into my scalp. The time I could reasonably allot to this discussion without coming all over her belly was nearly up.
“Fine. Here are your options. One—we don’t tell them until June when you’ve passed your boards. I hate that option, by the way.” Andy started to comment, and I pressed my thumb over her lips to keep her quiet. I didn’t count on her sucking me into her mouth. I felt the wet suction all the way in the base of my cock. I needed to talk faster.
“Two—you work with Sam or Matt, but I’m telling you right now you’ll hate that option and be on your knees begging me to take you back before lunch. I mean, that doesn’t actually sound terrible,” I murmured, and she bit down on the pad of my thumb. “Ow. Behave.”
The wicked gleam in her eyes nearly pushed me right over the edge. Grinding against her center, I felt her heat coating my cock, and I snatched another condom from the table.
“Three—decide you don’t give a fuck because it’s never been ‘just sex’ and aside from the fact I spend most of the day wondering whether you’ll let me fuck you in the printer room, we’ve managed to make it work.” Reluctantly removing my thumb from her mouth, I gestured for her to respond.
“Is that what we’ve been doing? Making it work?”
I groaned and my head fell back against my shoulders. She wanted the secrets. “Kitten, let’s just make it work right now and hammer out the details later. My brain might explode if I don’t get inside you in the next four seconds.”
Andy’s knees pressed against her shoulders, and she glanced at her kelly green and pink polka dot knee socks. “You can take them off,” she said while the head of my cock pressed into her wet folds. “But you have to keep me warm.”
She eased the socks down her legs, nodding for me to complete the job, exposing her slender feet tipped with shiny black toenails to me. I brushed my fingers over her skin, hooked her ankles around my waist, and laced our fingers together, pinning her wrists to the mattress. Andy squeezed my hands, her fingertips gently rubbing against me.
For a moment, the offering stunned me. For whatever reason, socks were a hard limit, and now they weren’t. It meant something I didn’t understand, but my dick was not concerned with deconstructing the symbolism.
Lavender tinted with the aroma of her arousal permeated every breath while her fingers communicated her desires against my hands, alternately squeezing and stroking and scratching. She met me, thrust for thrust, and demanded more until I was drenched with sweat and pistoning into the hot clench of her center.
“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned. I knew she was close, and a few more deep thrusts would send her right over the edge. “More, Patrick. I want more of you.”
She had no idea how right she was. I realized I wanted more of her too—more than I understood. I wanted her hands in my hair, on my skin. I wanted to watch her orgasm shatter through her body and listen to her quiet moans. I wanted to hold her while she slept and wake up with her in my bed. Whatever it was before this night wasn’t enough anymore and the recognition I could never be content with so little left me reeling.
I sank into her heat, groaning at the sensation of her body engulfing me, drawing me in. We fit together perfectly. Our bodies anticipated each other’s moves and I felt the ghost of release tickling the base of my spine. Bracing our clasped hands beside her shoulders, I dragged her lip between my teeth and nibbled while my hips rocked into her, offering barely enough friction to turn her body feverish.
I wanted to convince her we could be open about our relationship without compromising her career. I needed her to know that, despite her heroic attempts at avoidance, she did something to me I couldn’t comprehend, and whatever it was, I liked it. There was more to say, more to confess but Andy still wanted secrets. She thought she needed them, and nothing I said would change that yet.
I’ll never know how I managed to hold back.
When Andy went over the edge, her body melting beneath me, I saw that rare openness take over. So captivated by her unrestrained smile and wide, hazy eyes, I barely noticed my orgasm charging through my veins until heat filled the condom. My lips found Andy’s and my hands were in her hair, and she was the only woman I wanted.
For that moment, she was raw and beautiful and mine.
Chapter Sixteen
ANDY
07:33 Patrick:where did you go?
07:37 Andy:home
