I glance at myself in the mirror. I’m flushed, wild-eyed, and glowing.
And then he grins, breath still catching in his chest. “Think you can walk back out there and sit through Sam’s ‘bourbon of the week’ speech without blushing?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then I guess we’re staying in here a minute.”
He presses a kiss to the back of my neck and slides a hand up under my shirt.
“Round two?” he murmurs.
I laugh.
But I don’t say no.
And when we finally leave the bathroom, I’m dripping with each step that I take.
22
The next night we’re at the bar again, and Sam, Charlie, Liam, and Olive are all there.
I know I’m in trouble the moment I walk in wearing the black dress that Will once said I wore for other men but him. His eyes darken in that way that makes my pulse spike.
Will grabs a whiskey from behind the bar and nurses it slowly before joining us at the table. He sits right next to me, laughing at something Sam says.
I shift in my seat, subtly, and drag the toe of my boot up his calf. Innocent, until I trail it higher, up the inside of his thigh. His hand fists on the table.
Still acting like nothing’s happening, my hand slips into his lap under the table. He looks at me. Murder in his eyes. Lust in every sharp breath.
I palm him slowly, fingers teasing. He’s already hard again. Already pulsing under my touch.
I stand. “Bathroom break. I’ll be right back.”
I walk slowly through the bar, and I feel it the moment he’s behind me.
He grabs my hand and drags me into his office. No words.
Just heat.
And the quiet thrill of knowing we are one second away from disaster and doing it anyway.
The second the door clicks shut behind us, I’m up against it, his mouth on mine.
“You wanna play games in front of your brother?” he rasps against my lips. “Then you better be ready to take the consequences.”
“I am,” I whisper, already tugging at his belt. “You gonna punish me, Will?”
He laughs. “No, sugar. I’m gonna let you ride me so hard you forget your own damn name.”
He drops into the big leather chair behind his desk like a king.
“Come here.”
I straddle him instantly, skirt hiked, panties gone. His jeans are already undone, his cock thick and hard, ready for me.
He grabs the base, lines it up.
But he doesn’t thrust.
