But God, it felt good to be this free. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so bold with a man. Maybe I never had been. Maybe I’d spent so much of my late teens and early twenties dodging unwanted advances that I hadn’t gotten to have fun with it.
I shook my head, kicking those thoughts out of my mind. I ran a finger under the waistband of his boxer briefs and enjoyed the quiver that pulsed through his body. “I probably should have locked the door,” he murmured as he leaned over me, pulling the cup of my bra down so he could close his mouth around the peak of my breast. His tongue swirled around my nipple and I had to close my eyes against the sensation.
I plunged my hand into his boxer briefs, wrapping my hand around him. It was my turn.
“Holy shit, Dillon,” he groaned. He kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before. In a way that took everything from me, as if he was consuming my very soul as his lips moved over mine in the most delicious way. But he also gave everything in return—like he wasn’t just taking my soul, he was exchanging ours. And now he would hold mine. And I would hold his. And they would remain safe and cherished forever within.
He made a rumbly noise in the back of his throat before standing up and knocking my hand away. I looked up at him, desperately trying to catch my breath, assuming that our office tryst was over. His gaze was dark, a thunderstorm rolling through those gray eyes of his. Emotion and desire flickered over his face. And then all at once, he gripped the sides of my black leggings and tugged them down.
I made a sound that was somewhere between a panicked yelp and a desperate moan. He stared at my sex for only a moment, before bringing his mouth back to mine and plunging two fingers inside me.
“My turn,” he rasped against my lips.
I couldn’t kiss him after that. All I could do was close my eyes and let sensation take over.
He moved his long, rough fingers in and out, filling me only to deny me seconds later. And then fill me again.
Clutching his shoulders for balance, I held on as he drove me closer and closer toward fireworks.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in my hair. “You move me, Dillon. In every way.”
His thumb pressed down on just the right spot and I lost the ability to think completely as every muscle in my body tensed and contracted. Lights exploded behind my closed lids and I gasped his name as I tumbled over the edge.
He hummed his approval against my temple and then held me as I pieced myself back together.
Holy hell.
When I had finally collected myself and was able to open my eyes and meet his heated gaze, I couldn’t stop the self-conscious blush that stained my entire body.
“Like I said,” he teased with a smile lifting the edges of that beautiful mouth of his. “This was, by far, the best brunch I’ve ever had.”
My heart pounded in the fragile cage of my chest, threatening to jump out and run away with this man. “That was…” I pressed the back of my hand to my cheek and tried to shake the glazed, sated look off my face. “That was…”
He smiled. “Will you remember it this time?”
I nibbled on my bottom lip, knowing I could never forget this time. “You’re so full of yourself,” I said instead of admitting the truth.
His smile kicked up a notch, calling my lie. “And you’re so full of it.”
Leaning forward, I caught his lips with mine and nearly kissed him into more fun. When I pulled back, I enjoyed the dazed look on his face. “I have to get back to work.”
He nodded. “I want to see you again. Soon.”
“Okay.”
“Is it going to be difficult getting away?”
“I’ll figure it out,” I promised. “I want to see you again too.”
He nodded and kissed me again. Suddenly, I hated work and Bianca and brunch. All I wanted to do was kiss this man and see what other fun things he could do with those very dexterous fingers.
“Walk me out?” he said when we were able to calm down and some of the blush had disappeared from my cheeks.
Of course, my hair was a mess and I was still trying to unrumple my clothes.
We said goodbye without kisses and promised to text later.
If anyone in the kitchen noticed the sexed-up look painting my expression, they didn’t say anything. Seamlessly, I jumped back into head chef territory.
