“You’re—” I pause, unable to find the right words. “I’m enraptured with you, Whitney Palmer.”
She beams at me, preening under the praise. I roll back over onto my back but pull her with me, drawing her in as close to my body as possible, not wanting there to be any distance between us. Whitney hitches one of her legs over my hips and wraps an arm tightly around my middle.
We lay there together, soaking in each other’s presence. Myfingers stroke over her hair methodically until she melts against me.
A thought dawns on me, and I blurt it out before I can stop myself. “I never officially asked if you were seeing anyone. That was pretty shitty of me to just assume.”
She chuckles and runs her fingers over my pectorals. “Well, if last night wasn’t indication enough, you can put your mind at ease. I’m definitely not with anyone, other than you.”
Whitney had never given me any other indication that she wasn’t single, but still, I should’ve asked her long ago before we obliterated any and every boundary between us. I suppose I had been far too caught up in her to keep my wits about me. But still, that was a conversation that should have been had right away.
I close my eyes and curse myself. “I’m sorry.”
She pulls away and props herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “For what?”
“I don’t know. I should’ve asked you if you were available before pursuing you.”
“Theo,” she draws out my name. “Do you think I would’ve let you get away with all that you did if I wasn’t interested in you too? If I had been with someone, I absolutely would have let you know. Immediately.”
I run my hand over my face, feeling overrun with guilt. “It should’ve been the first thing I asked you when we had lunch that first time.”
“You kept that lunch very professional,” she says. “I think it would’ve been a little too much, too fast, if you had come out directly and asked if I was single.”
“Maybe,” I acknowledge.
“Hey,” she says as she cups my jaw with her hand, pulling my face toward hers. She looks me square in the eyes and continues, “Everything that happened last night, andeverything leading up to that, wasconsensual. You did not do anything that I didn’t want you to do, do you hear me?”
I nod my head.
“If anything,Itook advantage ofyou,” she teases as she lets go of my face.
“How so?” I ask her, raising a brow.
“Well, as we found out, your defenses were not nearly strong enough to withstand me in that ballgown last night. It was inappropriate of me to assume that you’d be strong enough to resist me.”
“I see,” I respond, playing along now. “You’re probably right. You were simply irresistible in that dress. I was your victim all along.”
She grins at me. “Indeed, you were. So, can we stop with this pity party now? I’d really prefer you do something else with your mouth than complain that you’re a terrible man who abused authority over his assistant. Because I assure you, you’re one of the best men I know, and I was much too willing to let you have your wicked way with me.”
“Oh yeah? What is this something else you speak of?”
She sits up, and my body instantly goes cold from where she was lying against me. Slowly, her nimble fingers find the buttons of my shirt, and she undoes them, one-by-one. When the third button is released, she rolls her shoulders back, allowing the material to slide down her arms, exposing her lovely breasts to me. Her nipples are pebbled and standing proudly at attention. My mouth waters simply at the sight of her baring herself to me.
Taking her cue, I sit up, too, leaning my head down and capturing one of her perfect nipples in my mouth. I run my tongue across her hardened peak, over and over, as my other hand rises to cup the other one. Carefully, I guide her until she’s lying down again. She watches me with hooded eyes, hergaze filled with desire as I put her in the position that I want her in.
Slowly, I place my hands on her knees, drawing her legs apart until she’s bared to me. I bend forward and kiss one nipple before moving to the other. My lips then pave a trail down her sternum and to her belly. I spend some time nuzzling and kissing along the curves of her hip before continuing lower. Whitney writhes below me, arching her back and guiding me exactly where she wants me.
“Is this what you were wanting?” I ask her as I press a kiss right over her pubic bone.
“Yes!” She gasps as my tongue dips lower and slides over her core. “Don’t stop!”
I chuckle as I do it again. “Would never dream of it, sweetheart.”
With another swipe of my tongue, we fall into our urges, spending the rest of the morning getting lost in the pleasure we can bring each other.
Later in the day, when we’re on the plane heading home, Whitney turns to me and purses her lips. I give her a quizzical look, waiting for her to say what’s on her mind.
“What happens when we get back?” she asks.
