I toss the phone onto the couch. “I can, and I did. I don’t want anything distracting me from you tonight.”
Or ever.
Standing, I hold my hand out to hers, offering more than I can voice. Tentatively, she places her hand in mine and allows me to pull her to her feet. I curl my fingers between hers, use my free hand to cup her neck and tilt her head back, and kiss her.
Her lips are soft, her mouth sweet. She tastes like secret fantasies and dirty thoughts I’ll never scrub clean. We should have been doing this from the beginning. Paige is the one distraction I want and can never get enough of.
I’m ready to devour her.
Breaking the kiss, I crouch, grip her thighs, and flip her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” She gasps.
“Being your grumpy boss and dirty book boyfriend in one.” Her dress is still around her waist, her round ass cheeks tempting me. I give in to the temptation and spank one.
“Oh.” Paige stiffens in surprise and then giggles. “I can’t believe you really did that.”
“I’m going to do a lot more.” I weave my way around the living room furniture, carry her into my bedroom, and toss her onto the bed.
She kneels on the mattress and lifts her arms, reading my mind as I reach for the hem of her dress and drag it up and off her body. The auction and my office were rushed, hedonistic encounters, with no time to drink in her beauty: soft curves and sloping valleys I ache to memorize until I can picture them clearly in my dreams.
I gently push until she’s lying on my bed, dark hair fanned out behind her, almost like devil wings peeking overher shoulder. She’s my devil, making me want more than I expected.I need my mouth on every inch of her skin, tasting, teasing, marking every part until her body belongs to me.
I kneel over her and press open-mouthed kisses to her shoulders, drag one black bra strap down one, then the other, and tug until her breasts spill out. Deep peach–colored nipples tighten between my fingers.
Paige whimpers and arches her hips.
I squeeze, suck, and nibble until she’s moaning and rocking and pushing on my shoulders.
I let her guide me down, grinning against her belly as her hands dig into my hair.I want to devour her like the men in her books until every scene she reads is a fantasy she pictures the two of us in.
“Did the grumpy boss do this to his naughty assistant in any of the books you’ve read?
Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip as she nods.
Fingernails drag through my hair in frantic strokes, and her hips rock more.
I want to tease her, but her little whimpers make my pants impossibly tighteven though I came less than an hour ago. I feel like I’m going to blow as soon as I get inside her again.
Flattening my tongue, I find her entrance and slide inside. Her taste bursts on my tongue, intoxicating and perfect.
A moan rolls up my throat from deep in my gut, and my movements become feral, lapping at her entrance, sliding between her lips, sucking on her clit. I can taste myself mixed in with her sweetness. I can’t get enough.
We didn’t use a condom either time before. It was stupid and reckless, but this woman makes me wild. She makes me push past where I thought my limits were.
I yank at my belt, unhooking it and working my zipper down.
I don’t want to wear a condom.
I don’t want a barrier between us.
No condom.
No work contract.
No ocean between us.
A selfish part of me hopes that our recklessness makes this possible. If Paige is pregnant, she will stay; we’ll make it work. She’s not like my ex; she’d never ask me to choose between the vulnerable clients who need me and her.
