“I’m getting there. Can we agree we have chemistry? We both want the same thing but are hesitant to take things further?”God, if he tells me it was just a couple of kisses and I misread his intentions, I might dig a hole and curl up inside it.
“Keep going.” His voice has grown lower. Deeper. Sexier.
“What if we agree to a short-term, private affair? Just until our time working together is over. Nobody will know except us. That solves the problem of Jack finding out because outside the walls of my apartment or yours, we’ll be professional. No more kissing at work.”
“Can I sneak one?” he asks, taking me by surprise, and I let out the breath I’m holding because now I know he’s all in.
“That depends. When does this… affair… start?” I ask.
His thumb rubs lazy circles against the skin of my wrist, as if he already knows the answer and he’s ready to take what I’m offering. It’s all or nothing, I think, and do the boldest thing I can think of to give him his answer. I grab the hem of my—or should I say Kaylee’s—T-shirt and pull it over my head.
I’m wearing a sheer, pink lace bra, and his gaze darkens, his jaw clenches tight, and his stare locks on my darkened, tight nipples.
I’ve captured his interest and his breathing grows shallow as he stares at my breasts. They aren’t exactly tiny and I’ve never been this brave, but I’ve come this far—so I reach behind me and unhook the clasp. The straps fall around my arms and with a small shake, the bra drops to the floor.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
My cheeks grow hot.
He steps forward and lifts one breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb over my nipple until it’s a hardened peak. Between my thighs, my sex is damp and desire overtakes me. I reach for the top button of his shirt, but he isn’t finished. He dips his head and sucks a tight bud into his mouth. He teases me with his tongue and grazes the tip with his teeth until I’m rubbing my thighs together, seeking relief.
Slipping his free hand between us, he cups my sex in his hand. “I can feel you through the material. You’re so wet.” His voice is gruff and sexy.
He removes his hand and slips his fingers into the elastic of my leggings, and inside my panties, and I moan at the intimate touch. Unable to help myself, I spread my legs to make it easier for him to do his thing.
And he does.
His slick fingers rub back and forth across my folds, arousing me into a frenzy. My hips move in time to his rhythm and before I can catch my breath, he enters me with one finger, then adds a second. They pump in and out, his thumb brushing over my clit.
I grip his shoulders with my fingers and hold on tight while he brings me closer and closer to what I know will be a mind-blowing orgasm. And when he curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot, I detonate, seeing stars behind my closed eyelids as my climax hits hard and fast.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and ride out the pleasure, his name on my lips. When I finally open my eyes, I’m staring into his darkened green ones.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he says, his voice rough with desire as he helps adjust my leggings.
A flush heats my cheeks and the cool air in my apartment, paired with my state of half undress, has me shivering. “Are we going to move this into my bedroom?” I don’t know how much longer I can stand being the only one so exposed.
He holds out his hand, and I slip my palm against his. “Lead the way,” he says, and I walk him to my large primary suite. I release my grip and turn to face him.
He’s already undoing the buttons of his long-sleeved shirt, his gaze searing into mine.
He’s wearing dress slacks and a white button-down, his usual attire when he’s at the club at night. I assume he’d come to workplanning to stay through the evening. He looks handsome and sexy and good enough to lick.
But first I need to rid myself of the awkwardness of being half naked. Brushing his hands aside, I undo the rest of his buttons, baring his tanned chest as I push the sides off his shoulders. Silence surrounds us, our gazes speaking louder than our voices ever could.
His shirt drops to the floor and as I begin to unbutton his slacks, he slides his hand through my hair, pulling it to one side and kissing my neck. I shiver at the sensual, gentle glide of his lips. My nipples pucker and my entire body is tingling with arousal.
As I slide his zipper down, my hands are trembling. I hook my fingers into his boxer briefs and pants, lowering them over his hips. He shoves them down the rest of the way and kicks them aside, revealing his erect cock. A whimper escapes my throat and I grip his erection in my hand, sliding my thumb over the precum on the tip.
“Fuck.” He grasps my wrist to stop any movement. “Wouldn’t want this to be over before it begins.”
I grin. “No, I wouldn’t want that.”
“Your turn.” In seconds, he has my leggings down around my ankles, then helps me remove them, along with my panties.
Now we’re both naked and on equal footing.
He lifts me into his arms and lays me on the bed, coming down on top of me. He braces his hands to lift his weight, his thick cock settled between my thighs, and the need to feel him inside me grows with each passing second.
