Putting my feet back on the floor, he takes a few more beats to release me from his grip. “Any time I can spend with you is always just what I need.”
He takes my hand and brings me to the pile of decor. It doesn’t take me long to unpack the boxes, survey the space, and set everything up. I step back to admire my design skills. “Alrighty, this looks inviting. Kai, I think we should add a few more things to the conference room and this small waiting area. I’ll head to Home Goods and Marshall’s and see if they have some accent pieces.”
“You’re talking gibberish to me. Do what you think will make the space feel warm and inviting. I’m here all day. One appointment later today, and the rest of the time will be spent setting up networking events and more appointments.”
I move closer with every deliberate step. “Okay, I’ll be back later.” With one more step, I reach up to his shoulder and grab hold of it. “I’ll see you then.”
If I stuck around, he’d slam me up against that wall and fuck my brains out. Not that I’m opposed, but he has an appointment.
I lug all the bags through the door and drop them on the floor.
Kai comes out of the conference room. “Do you need any help?”
“Want to lay it out on the table for me? I have one more load and then I’ll be able to finish up your custom design. You’re welcome.” I fluff my hair, turn on my heels straight out the door, only to returnwith another armful of bags. I take them straight to the conference room, passing by Kai.
“You sure you don’t want me to take some?” he asks, trying to pry a couple of bags from me.
“Nope, don’t pull on them, they'll all come tumbling off my arm. I’m good.” I walk in and drop them onto the table. I admire my shopping spree. I yell over my shoulder, “Great deals.”
Where did he go?I step out to see him making his way back here. “Well, thanks for bargain shopping, you didn’t have to.”
“I thrive on a good deal, so it’s like an added bonus when I shop.” I shimmy for him, not sure where that came from. I usually do it with my traveling girlfriends. Still, today’s shopping made me happy, and we helped Kai with his office. We scored some amazing deals—now we can spend a bit more time together.
He kicks the conference room door closed and moves closer to me. I think he’s reaching for the bags on the table, but instead he’s leaning into me. My breath hitches as he drags his fingers from the bottom of my neck to my ear, pulling a moan from my lips.
His body is so close, and what I’ve been fantasizing about all day.
His soft breath on my skin as he whispers, “I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
His strong arms wrap around my waist. The heat in his gaze sends shivers down my spine. Crystal blue eyes, taken over by his dark pupils, and his ragged breath have my heart thumping. His lips crash down on me, hungry. My arms loop around his neck, and I jump onto him. Twisting us around, he pins my back up against the wall. I grip his waist tight with my legs.
I place my head against the wall and mumble out. “I can’t either.” The need for him skyrockets, feeling him against my scorching heat that radiates from between my legs. I bring my head forward to nip at his neck. He grunts and grabs a hold of my ear.
I suck in air and close my eyes, taking it all in. He walks us over to the conference room table and sits me down. With one hand, he holds my neck, and with the other, he sweeps the bags farther down the table. He lays me on my back and hovers. “You’re irresistible.” His hand grazes over my cheek, and he kisses my lips softly. I’m craving him inside of me.
Lifting me back up, he takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. He stares, chest heaving and eyes smoldering, like he wants to devour me. His pupils take over even more of his panty-dropping, crystal-clear blue eyes.
I move to take off my pink lace bra, but he grabs both my hands. “I’ll take care of that.” His gravelly voice scrapes across my body, nipples tightening and heat pooling in my center. I’m almost thankful for the cool table below me.
He slides his hands along my bra strap and unclasps it, dragging his fingers down my back. Goosebumps erupt over my body. He dips into the crook of my neck and sucks hard. I tilt my head to give him better access.
My bra slides off my arms and falls to the floor with a slight tink. He turns to me and sucks in a sharp breath, staring at my tits. I want him to touch me with his hands, his mouth, his tongue. The way he kisses me with that skilled tongue, I can only imagine what it will feel like inside me. With that thought, my thighs squeeze together; it doesn't go unnoticed. His heady look builds pressure that needs to be released.
The way he holds me and touches me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He lies me down on the table, tucks his thumbs into my leggings and panties; they slide off, and he throws them to the floor. Before he leans back down to me, he whips off his shirt.
My eyes wide, his chest and abs are begging me to scrape my fingers along the ripples of his muscles. I sit up, and he stands closer. At anymoment, his cock will bust through that zipper. I can’t help myself; I palm it. The growl that leaves his mouth is fucking hot.
My hands find his belt and undo it as I stare at him. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, I tug them down over his erection as it springs free. With his girthy cock bobbing in my face, I slide my hand to the base and suck in the tip, my tongue swirling around him and flicking the slit.
He threads his hand into my hair and guides me off. “You first.”
I lick my lips, knead my tits, and slide down my stomach straight to my pussy. He grabs my hand and then the other, holding them above my head as he uses his body and other arm to lie me on the table. Pinning my hands to the table as he uses his fingertips to dance around my stomach and thighs. The urge to close my legs is overwhelming. He slides his fingers over my clit, staying there for a few extra beats as I writhe under his touch. And then he’s sliding what feels like two, maybe three fingers inside of me. “You’re dripping wet for me. Do you like it when I touch you?”
I let out a breathy “Yes.” His fingers stroke me with precision, curling them in a way that has my body screaming, “More, Oh God, I need all of you inside of me.” My hips arch and grind on his fingers. With a small shift of his thumb pressing on my clit, I whimper into the air. I want to touch him, but my hands are pinned above my head.
My thighs shake as my eyes roll back into my head. “Fuck.”
He leans down, inches away from me. “You like it when I finger-fuck you.” Diving into my neck, he sucks on my sensitive skin while still plunging his fingers inside of me.
