“I don’t regret moving or working with you. I just… It’s complicated.”
With my willpower waning to nothing, I reach over and place my hand on the back of his neck, caressing his skin. “You can talk to me.”
He turns his head slowly until his eyes are locked on mine.
“Julius.” His voice is throaty and…needy?
He takes my empty coffee mug and places both on the coffee table. Before my brain registers what’s happening, Constantine straddles my legs and leans his forehead against mine. His breath is warm and smells of my favorite coffee when he says, “What if I don’t want to talk?”
8
CONSTANTINE
Julius releasesa throaty sound like he’s trying and failing to contain all the energy inside his big body.
I must be on the verge of insanity because I need him to let go. To let it all go on me.
“What are you asking?” he asks.
“I need to be Connie for just a bit. And I know this crosses all kinds of lines. I don’t want to lose my job, and I don’t want to mess with the friendship we’re building.”
Julius places his big hands on my thighs. “And still, here you are.”
“I’m starting to think I don’t have much choice in that either.” Because it’s a foregone conclusion that I’ll end up here one way or another, no matter how much I fight it.
“Are you saying I’m irresistible?” His lips curl, and I give up resisting his dimples. I lean over and run my tongue over his cheek. My name is a breathy moan from his lips, giving me the encouragement I need to taste more of his skin.
“Irresistible, alluring, magnetic. You are all those things.” I run my hands up his arms. “You’re so strong. These should be illegal. Every time I see you at?—”
“Right now, we’re just Constantine and Julius. Nothing more.”
The man speaks my language.
I pull away enough to make eye contact, and when I do, I see exactly what I need. I feel it too. Even if Julius seems to be trying to hide it, there’s no way the giant bulge under me could go unnoticed.
Will things get that far? I don’t know, but?—
Julius cuts through my thoughts with a claiming kiss that takes my breath away. When I open my mouth, his tongue is there. Warm, wet, exploring. I lean into the kiss as my brain shuts down and I find the relief I’ve been craving.
He tastes like coffee and smells like pumpkin spice. I want to rub myself all over him and transfer it to my skin.
“Julius.” I don’t even recognize my voice. I want to ask for more, but my brain is at war. It wants to fully shut down and enjoy this moment, but it also keeps reminding me why this is a bad idea.
I shouldn’t get involved with Julius for all the reasons, and I don’t even want to consider what it’ll do to my heart. That part of me has been neglected for so long that I can’t trust its judgment anymore.
My whole body vibrates with need, and I press my hips against his. We’re both so hard. He growls against my mouth and flips us.
My back lands on the couch, and I completely check out when I find myself surrounded by Julius. He’s heavy and all-encompassing. I can’t move, which should make me want to run, but instead, I open my legs to give him more room.
“You smell so good, Constantine. I want to lick every inch of your skin.”
“Yes…”
He takes my hands and pins them above my head. His face is buried in the crook of my neck and his cock rubs against mine. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m so close, yet we’re still fully dressed and it’s not enough. I need skin.
“Julius, please. I need…”
“What do you need, Constantine?”
