“I think I’m about to make a big mistake,” I tell her and then hang up. Stuffing my phone in my pocket, I head for them, keeping my eyes locked on Hansley.
As I approach, I hear him laugh. The sound sends chills down my spine. It’s a nice sound. A hot sound. I love everything about that sound except that it’s for Alka.
“Bardot,” I say as I stop beside them. They’re both a head taller than me. Normally I don’t care at all that I’m considered short, but right now, I wish I’d worn heels or something.
Hansley looks at me warily and I hate it. He should not be looking at me like that!
“Morning, Lemon,” he says, and I can hear the caution in his voice. Stupid. I hate that it’s there.
“We need to talk,” I insist and grip his wrist to pull him away. I glare at Alka. “Alone.”
Alka raises his hands and meets Hansley’s eyes. I quickly turn Hansley around so he can’t look at Alka at all. The only problem is, my office is in the same direction that Alka’s going. I can bring us into the side door, I guess.
Because I have few choices, that’s where I change our direction to head.
“What’s up, Lemon?” Hansley asks.
“Not out here,” I say. “This is a private conversation.”
He sighs and I feel frustration move through me. He shouldn’t sound annoyed with me! I deserve all the beautiful smiles and laughter more than Alka does. He always steals the best guys! I swear, that man turns them away from me on purpose.
Hansley doesn’t ask again as I lead him to the building and push open the door. I hesitate a moment when he holds the door open for me, unsure what I’m supposed to do. I glance at him before ducking my head and leading him down the halls until we get to my office.
As soon as we’re inside, I close the door and flick the lock. I didn’t bring anything with me. Nothing at all. I left it all in my car, which means making another trip to the parking lot,but when I’m stuck staring at Hansley Bardot, I realize I need to say something now. Now isn’t the time to regret not taking everything with me.
He watches me expectantly. Warily. With all sorts of guards up. But… does he feel the heat too? I’m sure he does. I’m not imagining that bit of anticipation in his eyes, right?
My breaths feel stuttered, and I have no idea what I’m doing. I literally have zero reason to have brought him here except that I wanted to get him away from Alka. Stupid fucking Alka.
It was dumb. A very poor decision. But I grip his shirt and pull him to me, bringing his mouth to mine. His body presses against me as his mouth locks with mine and I’m pinned between his body and the door.
A thrill runs through me when his kiss is just as hungry and urgent as mine is. For a minute, I focus on his hands. I want to see where they go. One is on my hip, squeezing it. The other is on my stomach, his fingers brushing against my bare skin.
His body moves closer, which means I’m on my toes to reach his mouth. The hand on my stomach drops to my hip, my thigh, then under my ass where he cups me and lifts my feet from the ground.
I’m surprised, and it makes me moan as he presses against me. Especially when I feel his cock. I bet he has a nice cock. Will he let me touch it?
My hands move over his chest and down to his shirt. First, I need to feel what’s under his shirt. I’m not disappointed when I find abs for days and some enormous chesticles. Fuck, they’re so hot. So damn hot that my hips rut against him.
Hansley bites my lip, sucks on my tongue, devours me. Though I’d love to fondle his chest for days, I drop my hands to his pants and shove my hand in.
He grunts. Inhales sharply. I pause for just a second to give him time to push me away. He doesn’t, so I drop my hand and grip his dick through his underwear.
The groan in my mouth might be his, or it could very well be mine. I swallow it anyway. Hansley presses me harder against the wall, trapping my hand between our bodies. That doesn’t stop me from touching him. Running my hand down his length and cupping his balls.
I need more. Pushing him back a little, he misreads what I want and tries to pull away, but with my hand gripping his dick and my teeth biting into his bottom lip, I keep him close while I shove his pants down.
He leans down, kissing me hotly, grunting into my mouth when I free his dick. Without looking, I touch him. Learn him. Feel the loose skin around his cockhead and nearly come undone.
“Touch me,” I demand.
He’s hesitant, but he does. One big hand cups my crotch over my pants. He squeezes gently, then a little more confidently.
“I want to fuck into your foreskin,” I tell him.
Hansley shudders. I’m elated when he nods.
“Push my pants down. Touch my cock,” I demand.
