He steps toward me, and I step back.
We’re in a dance, our eyes locked together.
We reach the doorway within seconds. Sterling’s eyes dart toward it, and he swallows thickly as if he’s considering the possibility I might bolt out of it.
My back hits the door and forces a breath from my lungs.
“Do you want to leave?”
“I… I…” My head and my heart and my body are all at war against one another.
“Hallie?” Sterling rasps. “Do you want to leave?”
I stare at his parted lips. Lips that were on mine mere moments ago. Lips that kissed me and made me feel what can only be described as something magical.
I shake my head, one word uttered out with blissful submission.
“No.”
He exhales, and his breath fans over my lips.
“Good.”
He places one palm against the wood above my head and slowly pushes. I move back with the door, jolting as it clicks closed.
He flicks the lock slowly.
The click echoes around the room and makes my nipples pucker into tight peaks through my dress.
Sterling’s eyes drop to them, and I look at him through my lashes. He cups my chin, his thumb easing my teeth from my snagged lower lip as he holds my gaze.
“Baby girl,” he breathes.
His broad chest expands, and I lift my hands to touch him, needing to feel the way his lungs fill with air, desperate for more oxygen after the soul-awakening kiss he gave me. His eyes are intent on mine as I relish feeling his life beneath my palms, the deep, steady beats of his heart.
“It needs more work,” I whisper.
He arches a brow, his pupils blowing wide as I lose myself in his gaze.
“More?”
I nod. “More.”
His eyes spark, and we crash together, a ball of bright buzzing energy. He lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He moves away from the door and pins me roughly beneath his hard body and the wall.
The force of us crashing into it, hands and mouths devouring each other, sends his bookshelf shaking, and items topple off, crashing to the floor. Sterling ignores the chaos, groaning up a storm against my neck as he buries his face into it, kissing and sucking.
“So, so good,” I whimper as he carries me to his desk, blindly reaching out and swiping a stack of paperwork off it before he rests me on the edge.
He grips my outer thighs, bunching my dress around my hips. We kiss as if we’re starved.
“Sterling,” I gasp as a thick length presses against my inner thigh.
“Baby girl, this is so damn selfish of me. I’m twenty years older than you,” he chokes at the same time I grab his belt with one hand and use it to yank him closer.
His cock is stuffed between the two of us, and I cry out as it rubs me through my panties.
