I want it. Need it.
I can’t fucking believe I’mdoing this.
As he kisses back, relief washesthrough me because it feels so good knowing that he really wants this too.
I curse myself because this guycan be such a dick. I judge myself for how much I want this, but I continuekissing him anyway.
His breath rushes from his noseand slams against my face. He unbuttons my shirt quickly, in a way that remindsme of his experience and skill. I work on the cuffs and soon the shirt is onthe floor behind me.
We’re going off pure, animalisticdesire. We don’t even like each other. That might be what’s so appealing aboutit. That it’s just fucking. That we both need to get off, me surely more thanTad.
I pull on his back so that historso is flush with mine. His skin feels so good.
My face warms with the passion ofthis moment. I pull away to look at him, and his gaze is filled withdesire—like he hates that I’m withholding my kiss even for a moment.
I gaze down at his abs-for-days.Abs I fucking envy.
I stroke the back of my hand downhis body. He remains still as I look at him. He leans forward to kiss me, but Ipull away. I just want to enjoy his body right now. I’ve deprived myself of anexperience like this for so long that I feel if I’m going to cave, I deserve tosavor it.
His chest compresses and expands asI graze my fingers across him. He’s so soft. So smooth. I wonder what his holefeels like.
I see his dick hardening in hisjeans, and mine stiffens even more from knowing that I’m affecting him likethis.
I hate myself for how much I’m appreciatinghis body. I try to note the moles. The freckles. The patches of sun-damagedflesh. I want to make a list of his imperfections, but just as soon as I seethem, I can’t help but acknowledge they’re part of the totality that makes himthe gorgeous specimen that stands before me.
I lean into him so that my lipsare right before his.
He opens his eyes. They’re filledwith that same desire. He wants me to fuck him…so fucking hard. And that’s allI want, too.
I jump forward and press upagainst him, forcing my lips against his. Feeling the pressure of our pelvisespushing together as I wrap my arms around him and hold his tight body againstmine.
His breath is hot between kisses. Hewraps his arms under mine and pushes against my back, pulling me closer to him.Considering the passion that soars through me now, I can only imagine howpowerful it’s going to feel when I’m inside him, watching him cringe as hetakes my girth—as I press up against his prostate and give him a rush ofexcitement. Fill him with the sort of pleasure I want to give him.
A knock on the door.
I push away from him and turn tothe door, which opens.
Fuck.
I dive forward, behind the bar inthe room’s mini-kitchen. I duck behind it so whoever comes in won’t see me. Ifit’s Kiernan, he’ll rat me out and I’ll lose my job for sure.
Tad turns to the door, positioninghimself intentionally to appear relaxed.
“What’s up?” Tad asks.
“Where the fuck have you been?”Darren’s voice comes from the door. “I’ve been texting you for the past twentyminutes. You think Kiernan wasn’t giving me shit all that time?”
“Sorry. My phone was off.”
Close call.
If there was a way for me toruin my career for sure, I’ve found it.
“Okay, whatever. We have fiveminutes. Are you coming?”
Definitely not coming with me.
“Can you give me a minute?” Tadasks.
