I hold up my hand to stop him. “I know exactly what I did. And I do not intend to stop.” I thought about it after she left this morning. I can’t stop. No matter how many questions she asks, no matter how many answers I gotta make up, I can’t stop. The need for her is just too big. Too much to handle.
“Shit,” he hisses running a hand through his dark hair. “You have got to be kidding me,” he yells. “Where is she right now?” he demands leaning over my desk. “She needs to be fired. I’ll do it …”
“No!” I shout standing from behind my desk. “You will not.”
He stares at me with narrowed eyes and then pushes off my desk as he spins around giving me his back. “You fucking her will only fuck us in the end,” he mutters.
“I know,” I say truthfully.
He turns to face me once again. “You can use any other woman. Hell, you can have your pick any night downstairs. This girl is bad news in more ways than one.”
I fall down into my seat and let out a long breath. He’s telling me the truth, but I need to keep her close. I need to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. I can live with myself if I’m the one to hurt her with my lies and betrayal, but I can’t imagine allowing her to get hurt physically ‘cause I cared more about the lines than her safety.
“I’ve made up my mind,” I say with finality as I stand from my chair once again. “And I expect you to keep your mouth shut about the matter.”
He goes to speak, but the door to my office opens, cutting him off, and Taylor enters. “Oh. I’m sorry,” she says looking at Brecken and then me. “I can come back.” She turns to walk back out the door, but Brecken stops her.
“No, go ahead. I was just leaving.” And with that, he throws me one last look letting me know that this conversation isn’t over and then walks out.
I feel the mood shift as soon as he closes the door behind him. It changes from hot and stuffy to cool and refreshing. I don’t know what it is about Taylor, but she makes me forget the bad in life. She makes me forget that my life is a lie. She makes me think there is another world where darkness and headache doesn’t exist. She makes me think maybe the sun could shine every day. And I’m becoming addicted to it. I’m becoming addicted to this ride she has me on.
I look at her body differently now. Even when I saw her naked in the hallway of her house, when I wanted her so fucking badly, I knew she had the power to make me weak in the knees. Now that I’ve had her, I see her even clearer. And I know for a fact I would beg for her as I crawled on hands and knees.
“I wanted to talk to you before my shift,” she says uncomfortably as she shifts from foot to foot.
“What is it?” I ask hoping everything is okay with her. She won’t even look at me. And I know it has to do with the fact I pretty much kicked her out of my place this morning.
“I want talk about last night … This morning.” She bites her bottom lip nervously.
My chest tightens. Please don’t ask me any more questions about my life. “What about it?”
She takes a deep breath. “I just wanted to let you know that I am an adult. And that I can be an adult about what happened.” I stand as she continues. “I didn’t expect that to happen,” she rambles. “You’re not only my boss, but you’re also Blane’s friend. And I’m sorry about afterward. I understand that it was a one-time thing, and I don’t want you to think I need to know everything about you. I can still work here and still be professional.” She sucks in a deep breath. “When I got home this morning, Blane said he had a meeting with you. I hope that you didn’t tell him anything about what we did.” She speaks the last part softly.
Of course, I didn’t. Contrary to popular belief, I do not like to create bad situations for myself. And informing Blane that I spent all morning fucking his sister would cause some big fucking problems. “Are you done?” I walk around my desk, and she takes a step back.
She nods. “I think so,” she answers softly.
I reach out and push a few brown and blue strands behind her ear. “I’m sorry about this morning and the way I reacted to your questions.”
She shakes her head quickly causing her hair to fall back in her face. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”
“It’s not,” I say truthfully. “But I understand why you asked.” I would like to know more about her, but I already know enough. Blane has filled me in on their mother’s death and the fact their father is in prison. And of course, I know more than she even knows. I didn’t become who I am without contacts. And those contacts gave me every bit of information I needed.
I take a step closer to her. She goes to step back, but I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her to me. Her hands come up, and she places them on my chest. “Case, I understand what last night was. You don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?” I ask tilting my head to the side.
She lets out a shaky breath. “This.” She pats my chest. “Where you pretend you want me again. Where you act like it meant something. I’m not the girl who needs a man to act like he cares.”
“You’re right,” I say, and my cock swells at her words. “It didn’t mean anything. But that didn’t mean it didn’t feel good.” I grab her hands and place them around my neck. “You’re also right about not being a girl, but Idowant it again.”
My hands find her ass, and I, for one, hate how short the shorts are that the waitresses have to wear. I pull her to me. Her lips part when she feels my already hard cock pressed up against her stomach. “Don’t do this to me,” she whispers.
I lower my face to her neck. “Do what?” I ask as my lips touch her skin. “Do this?” My lips brush her skin, and I feel her body break out in goosebumps. “Or this?” I whisper as I kiss up her neck and to her ear. I pull her earlobe gently into my mouth and bite down on it. She shivers.
I kiss my way around her jaw and then find her lips. Her arms tighten around my neck as she kisses me. If I could, I would smile in satisfaction. Instead, I pull away as she pants.
I reach up and run the pad of my thumb over her wet lips. “I wanna fuck your mouth, Taylor.” I’ve thought about it since she left my place this morning. It was the one thing we didn’t do last night. After how quickly we fucked in my office last night, I was all about her in my bed. Now … now, I want it to be about me; I want her to want to please me. Even though her pussy did please me, I need more. I always need more.
