“But we’re not in a relationship,” I protest. “So I have no room to say things like this.”
Somehow, his frown grows even deeper. “Aren’t we?”
My shoulders deflate and my heart plummets. “Not officially.”
He hums and moves his hand from my chin, over my hair, and down to cup my neck. “I think you misunderstand. We may not be official where it concerns the Board of Directors or Human Resources, but I assure you, Whitney, you’re mine, and the minute I can make that known to everyone, I will.”
A full-body shiver erupts at the top of my head and travels down to my toes.
You’re mine.
I’ve always yearned for a man to say that to me in such a possessive manner, and Theo did not disappoint. Pleased with his declaration—though private as it may be—I lean up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. He hums again, this time appreciatively, as he kisses me back and wraps his arms tightly around me.
“I’m yours, huh?” I whisper against his lips.
“Damn fucking straight you are,” he mutters back, kissing me deeply. My body comes alive under his touch, andI want more. My breasts feel swollen in my bra, and I long to take my clothes off and let his fingers ease every ache in my body.
I lean back, and his eyes move straight to my lips; I wonder if they’re swollen and if he likes that. Feeling emboldened, I sink my teeth into my lower lip, hoping it comes across as seductive. I think it works because his eyes flare, and he swallows thickly.
Then, I say the words I’ve always wanted to say. “If I’m yours, then prove it.”
Theo
“If I’m yours,then prove it.”
White hot need courses through my body, and I don’t waste any more time before crashing my lips to Whitney’s and proving to her that I mean every word I say.
My hands grip her waist, pulling at the fabric of her blouse until it’s released from the high waistband of her pencil skirt. My fingers travel underneath her shirt until I find the smooth skin of her hips and belly.
Her skin breaks out in goosebumps as my hands explore the sides of her abdomen. She’s trim, and my hands look large against her waist. I can’t help the appreciative rumble that emanates deep in my chest, and I press her even further back against the wall and slide my knee between her legs. I nearly groan when I find her center already wet for me. Whitney whimpers against the pressure between her legs, and she undulates her hips, gasping in pleasure when she finds just the right rhythm and angle to rub her steadily swelling clit against my thigh.
I lean down and capture her mouth, breaking through theseam of her lips and kissing her deeply. My hands grip her waist, and I guide her in the rhythm that I want her to move. Whitney’s gasps and mewls with every upstroke have me thickening in my pants, and I can’t wait to be buried deep inside of her.
Pulling away from her mouth, I waste no time before trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and into the divot of her collarbone. She shivers against me, and I suspect she’s seconds away from losing complete control. Her fingers bury themselves in my hair, and she tugs at the strands, still grinding herself against the firm muscle of my thigh. By the desperate way she’s moving and the noises she’s making, I know she’s about to come.
I move her up and down my leg harder, encouraging her to tilt her pelvis a certain way so she’s hitting all the right spots. “That’s it, baby.”
Her head falls back against the wall, and her swollen lips open with a gasp. I release one side of her hip, only to trail it under her shirt, up the middle of her torso, and over one breast. My fingers dip into the cup of her bra, and I find her nipple, strumming it at a steady pace and watching the way it drives her wild.
“Theo,” she moans, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Eyes open, baby,” I mutter as I lean forward and press my lips right next to her ear. “Look at me when you come all over my leg.”
More goosebumps erupt across her arms as if the sound of my voice is just what she needs to push her all the way. Whitney convulses in my arms, but I don’t stop. I continue to guide her hips with one hand and tweak her nipple with the other. She shatters around me with a strangled cry.
I groan appreciatively in my throat at the sight of her falling apart against me. She sighs at the sound of my voice. I wrap myarms around her, under her arms, and haul her up against me, capturing her lips again.
I need to be inside of her. Right. Fucking. Now.
As if reading my mind, Whitney wraps her legs around my waist, holding onto me tightly. I walk us out of my home office, down the hall, and into my bedroom. I kick the door closed behind us.
Thankfully, Chase finally found an apartment of his own and moved out over the weekend while we were at the gala. Even still, I like the idea of the door being closed while I do unspeakable things to my beautiful girl.
Shuffling across the floor, I let Whitney down just a few feet from my bed. I take a step back from her and gaze over her body appreciatively. She’s wearing far too much clothing, but she still looks stunning.
“Take your clothes off,” I instruct her.
Whitney holds my eyes boldly as she reaches behind her back and unzips her skirt. It falls around her hips, pooling around her ankles. She steps out of the material and then kicks off her shoes before reaching for the hem of her blouse and tugging it over her head.
