His hand falls to my hip, right next to the tie in my robe. “I really fucking do.”
My mouth goes dry.
My nipples grow hard.
And a dull throb erupts between my legs as I search his beautiful eyes.
This is him giving me the go-ahead.
This is him saying yes.
I wet my lips. “I was thinking about how I’d love to drop to my knees and suck you off,” I whisper.Why can’t I breathe?
His eyes turn dark as his hand grows tighter, his fingers inching up to the knot of my robe.
“Is that all you were thinking about?”
I shake my head. “Not even a little.”
He wets his lips as his fingers play with the knot of my robe, loosening it. “I don’t want distractions.”
“Then you should’ve told me to leave.”
He loosens the strap completely so the robe falls open, exposing the center of my chest and all the way down. He slides his hand along my heated skin, his thick palm connecting with my bare hip.
“I really shouldn’t fucking do this,” he says as he moves in even closer.
“Then why are you?”
“Because I’m irritated. Because I need something to help me escape for a moment. Because ever since I saw you again, it’s all I’ve fucking thought about.” His hand glides up my side and rests at my rib cage. His thumb strokes the underside of my breast, firing off every nerve ending.
It’s all I’ve thought about too.
It’s all I want.
My chest heaves, and I want him to move his hand up higher to capture me right where I desire him.
And just as I’m about to say something, his other hand connects with my skin, this one sliding up the front of mystomach, right between my breasts and then all the way up to the base of my neck where he grips me just enough to turn me on more than I could ever imagine.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, his thumb stroking just below my nipple.
I shake my head. “Never.”
“Please, Gabby, tell me you don’t want this.” He brings his head closer to mine. “Stop me.”
“If I did, it would be a lie.” I slide my finger through the belt loop of his jeans and tug him closer.
“I need you to stop this.”
Instead of listening to him, I undo his jeans and then slide my hand under his briefs, connecting with his stiff length. I shouldn’t. I’ll be his assistant soon, and he doesn’t even know it. But how can I resist this?It was just so, so good last time.It’s his fault I’m so needy. So desperate. “I want to keep going.”
He hisses and bends his head forward as I start stroking him.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, taking a deep breath.
“Touch me, Ryland. Play with me. Make me come again.”
I squeeze his cock, causing him to growl. He picks me up by the waist and carries me to the bathroom, then shuts the door. Setting me on the counter, he slides the robe off my shoulders so it’s resting in the crevice of my elbows and grips my neck again.
