“I was searching the office the night the guy was outside. I completely forgot I found this locked in the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet right before everything happened. I was going to try to see if I could guess the password.”
Chris wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me toward him. He places a quick kiss on my temple, and my stomach does a somersault.
Before he pulls away, his lips brush my skin when he says, “We’re going to figure this out, Lily. I promise you.”
I close my eyes and lean into him a little more. I want to believe that more than anything. But there’s one thing I do believe—I want this man more than anything. The affection he’s showing me in this moment solidifies that.
Leaning back, I tilt my head so I can look into his eyes. When I have his full attention, I affirm, “Nothing has changed from this morning.”
His lips part and his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip. “Are you sure? I want you to be so sure, there will be no chance you’ll regret this.”
I lean into him more, supporting myself with a hand on his thigh. “I’m very sure. I know we haven’t known each other long, and we met at a very inconvenient time, but I’ve never felt an attraction so strong to anyone I’ve ever met.”
He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“This is probably too much too soon, but I’ve also never felt safer than when I’m with you. Both physically and emotionally.” My last few words hitch with emotion.
“You’re so beautiful. The first time I saw you, I could barely believe you were real.”
With a shaky smile, I joke, “A prisoner really gets you going?”
Something dark passes behind his eyes, and I worry I accidentally insulted him. But then it passes, and his eyes fill with desire once again.
“No, Lily. You get me going.”
His tone is serious, and he sounds so sure, my already elevated pulse skyrockets. “Oh.”
Both hands are cupping my cheeks now as he gently pulls me toward him. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Not being able to wait for him to do it, I close the distance between us and press my lips to his. The blossoming arousal explodes in my body when he takes over the kiss. His tongue teases mine, and my nipples tighten so much they ache.
Moaning into his mouth, my hand grips his thigh harder, needing to steady myself. He tips my head to the side to deepen our kiss even more. Chris shifts, and his chair clatters behind him as he stands up. He breaks our kiss only long enough to pull me from my chair, turn us, and with a firm grip on my waist, lift me onto the table.
I let out a yelp and a giggle as I wiggle my butt more firmly onto the surface so I don’t fall off. Chris is wearing the sexiest smirk as he pushes my thighs apart and steps between them.
“I really thought our first time would be in a place more comfortable than the table, but I need you too fucking bad to wait.”
I moan my agreement, and he captures my lips again. As I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, he groans into my mouth. The vibrations further heighten my arousal.
Reaching behind his back, he grips my calves and unhooks them so he can take a step back.
“Chris, no,” I whine, not caring what I sound like. I just need him as close as possible.
“Yes, baby. I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
His hands run up the outside of my thighs, taking my loose skirt with it, hooking his fingers into my panties, and pulling them down my legs. By the time he lifts them to his face and inhales, I’m panting with how turned on I am.
“You smell fucking divine. I bet you taste even better.”
A whimper is all I can manage as he pulls the chair that I abandoned closer to the table and takes a seat between mylegs. He hooks his arms around my thighs and yanks until my ass is just barely on the table. His hot breath teases my pussy, and I raise up on my elbows to better see him.
“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Lily. I can’t wait until I’m buried deep inside you.” Chris runs his fingers through my arousal, making me shiver.
“Then you better hurry up, because I need that more than I need to breathe,” I beg.
The smirk he throws my way is equal parts cocky and sexy. “No, baby. You better stop telling me what to do. Because if you don’t, I’m going to edge you until you pass out.”
His fingers slip inside me, and my responding moan is loud and obnoxious. I can’t help it, nor do I want to. I’ve never felt like this during sex. So cherished. So worshiped.
