“I’ve been daydreaming about it the whole shift,” Rhett continued, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “Watching you handle that hose last night, and all I could think about was your hands on my hips, holding me down while you fuck into me.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “What makes you think I want to be the top?” I asked teasingly, despite the fact that the image of sliding into Rhett, feeling him hot and tight around me, was enough to make my toes curl in my boots.
Rhett shot me a look, eyebrow raised. “You don’t?”
“I didn’t say that,” I backpedaled quickly. “But don’t make assumptions. Maybe I want to feel you inside me too.”
His expression softened, and he reached over to squeeze my knee. “I’m happy to top you too, Troy. More than happy. But I… I need this. I need to feel that connection.” He hesitated, and I could see the flush creeping up his neck. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I want more. I want all of you.”
“I can’t wait to see you like that,” I said. “I could watch you come all day.”
He caught my hand, brought it to his lips, and pressed a quick kiss to my knuckles. It was such a tender gesture that something clenched in my chest. This thing between us was still so new, so fragile, especially with the added complications of the promotion offer and Aimee.
Before I could stop myself, that familiar thread of worry wormed its way back into my mind.
“And how does Aimee fit into all of this?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could reconsider.
Rhett tilted his head, confusion crossing his features. After a moment, he said thoughtfully, “I suppose it depends on the position we’re fucking in.” He stopped at a red light and turned to face me more fully. “Like, if she’s sitting in my lap while Iride you, that would work. But if you want me on my hands and knees, I could only eat her pussy from that angle.”
I choked on air, coughing as he patted my back with concern. “That’s—that’s not what I meant,” I managed when I could breathe again.
“Oh.” Rhett frowned slightly, still not getting it. “Would you rather we double-team her? I’m open to suggestions.”
I stared at him, caught between exasperation and affection. “You’re too horny to think of anything but sex, aren’t you?” I let my hand slide between his legs, cupping and massaging him, and he moaned, hands tightening on the steering wheel as he guided his truck into his space in the parking garage.
Why was I freaking out over logistics when I had this horny, willing, sexy man ready to do anything with me? Sure, this might all blow up in a few weeks’ time, but I didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about all the ways this could go wrong. And I certainly didn’t want to have some kind of deep, soul-baring talk.
I wanted him. And the instant the truck was in park, I climbed out and walked around to his side, catching him as he was getting out, pressing him back against the cab, and kissing him.
His response was immediate, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck, holding me close as he kissed me back with equal fervor. His lips were soft but insistent, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my whole body hum. I tastedcoffee and mint gum, and the way his body arched against the truck as he devoured my mouth told me everything I needed to know.
“Fuck, Troy,” he gasped when we broke apart for air. His pupils were dilated, just a thin ring of blue around the black. “Twenty-four hours,” he growled against my lips. “Twenty-four fucking hours of watching you and not being able to touch.”
“I know,” I gasped, my hands gripping his ass, pulling him closer.
My hand found its way back to his cock, palming him through his jeans, feeling him hard and ready. “Let’s go upstairs,” I murmured against his lips. “I want to see if reality lives up to all the fantasies you’ve been having about my dick.”
He groaned, bucking slightly into my hand. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go,” I replied with a grin, giving him one more squeeze before reluctantly backing away.
We grabbed our bags from the back seat, and as we headed for the elevator, Rhett’s hand found mine, a casual touch that felt anything but. My fingers tingled as I gave his hand a little squeeze, and I couldn’t wait to feel those hands all over me, to trace every inch of him with my fingers and my mouth.
The elevator doors closed behind us, and as soon as we were alone, Rhett pushed me against the wall, his body pressingagainst mine, his erection grinding against my hip as he kissed me hard, all tongue and teeth and desperate want. And the promotion was so far from my mind it may as well not have existed.
Chapter 9
Rhett
Theelevatorjoltedintomotion, and I took advantage of the movement to press Troy against the wall, my tongue seeking entry between his lips as he moaned into my mouth. I wanted him inside me.
“Pretty sure this is an HR violation,” Troy said against my lips.
“I want to HR-violate you all over the apartment.”
“How did you ever get laid with those kinds of lines?”
I pressed forward, grinding against him. “I know how hard you are. You must like my lines.”
