My clit throbs painfully, and I wriggle against him.
“Hallie,” he groans.
The sensation is so much better than anything I’ve ever felt before. His hot mouth, his deep, hoarse voice against my neck, breathing me in between fevered kisses he’s pressing onto my blazing skin.
I stroke his jaw, skating along the rough stubble as I guide his mouth lower to where I ache to feel him.
“I want more. Please.”
His gaze drops to the low neckline of my dress where I’ve forced his head. He drags his tongue over the swell of my breast above the fabric, leaving goosebumps behind.
“You want me to taste these delicious tits of yours, Baby girl?” He sucks on my skin with a deep moan as his eyes fall closed in ecstasy. He jerks back a fraction, letting out a rough curse. “Jesus, what am I saying?”
“Do it,” I beg, arching my body back toward his mouth.
He groans like he’s in physical pain before he yanks one side of my dress down. Cool air hits my nipple. He pauses for a beat, drinking me in.
The heat in his eyes as he glances at me has arousal soaking my panties.
Then he lowers his mouth and latches onto my nipple.
“God!” I arch into him, pleasure hurtling through me from where he’s sucking and flicking his tongue over it. “Exactly like that,” I cry.
It’s like another force has taken over my body and the only thing that matters is having Sterling as close as I possibly can. I want to share every breath, feel every heartbeat, be warmed by every touch.
I reach for him, and my wrist grazes the head of his cock straining against his zipper.
He encircles my wrist, halting me before I can curl my hand around it to feel him pulsing in my palm.
“Baby girl, we’ve already crossed a line tonight.”
My chest heaves with lust-fueled breaths as I lift my eyes to meet his.
Something seizes in my chest. Is he saying he doesn’t want to? That he doesn’t?—
He groans, the sound laced with lust. “Believe me, I’ll sprint over this one with you if that’s what you want. But if we cross it, then you need to know that I’ll fight so damn hard to keep you. No matter how selfish or wrong of me that is. I’ll damn well worship you every day. I’ll give you everything.”
“Sterling…”
He holds my eyes, determination in his, backing up every word that he says next.
“If this is what you want, Hallie, then I’ll take you home with me tonight. We’ll call the whole damn matching thing off. It’s your choice. One word and I’ll make it all happen. One word.”
My lips part but nothing comes out. I fight to make my tongue move. To form a syllable. To make a sound.
Silence.
Sterling strokes my wrist before he lets go. He gently straightens my dress, covering me up.
“You’re my client,” I choke out finally. “I…”
He cradles my face before pressing the softest of kisses to my forehead.
A kiss that makes my eyes sting with the threat of tears.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to explain. It’s okay,” he soothes.
He helps me down from his desk.
