I don’t remember ever feeling this desperate for someone. Ever wanting someone like this. Ever needing someone in this way. Yeah, sure, maybe you could chalk it up to the whole forbidden boss thing, but in my gut, I know it’s more than that.
I couldn’t tell you the last time this part of me came to life. I’ve been focused on being a dad. Focused on being a coach and a mentor. Spent so many years trying to be everything else for everyoneelse, but right now... right now I like being a bit selfish. I like taking something that I want only for me.
I focus on the way Reese’s fingers tighten in my shirt as she fists the fabric. On the way her body trembles. On the way my hands are full in the best way possible.
Reese’s legs tighten around my hips. “Right there.”
I roll into her again, moving my lips across her jaw, biting and licking and soothing my way down the column of her pretty throat. Her perfume invades my nostrils as I work my mouth over the delicate skin of her neck and I’m fucking feral for it.
For her.
She has no idea how long I’ve wanted her, even if it was just a physical need at first. She has no idea how positive I was that she couldn’t want me back. I’m a fairly confident guy, but having this stunning and successful woman wrapped around me has mesoaring.
I drag my mouth over her collarbone, my fingers curling over the little red strap to pull it off the slope of her shoulder. The pounding of her heart thunders against my lips as I dip lower, needing to take her in my mouth.
With her dress hanging partway off, I run the pads of my fingers over the neckline, finding the ridge of her strapless bra. I’m half a second away from yanking it down, so close to having my lips wrapped around her, when the fucking intercom blares into the tiny box, stopping us in our tracks.
“Ms. Remington,” someone says over the emergency speaker. “Are you okay in there?”
Hands cradling either side of my neck, she closes her eyes before dropping her forehead to mine.
Puffy lips, pink cheeks, hair mussed from the wall behind her, and a pretty dress halfway slipped down her arm.
A little disheveled for the polished princess I’m accustomed to seeing, but not as wrecked as I’d like to make her.
“Yes,” she says on a desperate exhale, doing a terrible job of hiding what the hell we were doing in here. “Sorry about that. I must have accidentally pressed the stop button.”
“Of course.” There’s this knowing edge to his voice. “I’m going to restart it on my end, and it may take a minute or two before it gets going again. Just expect a bit of a jolt when it restarts.”
“Yeah,” she huffs, still doing her best to catch her breath. “Thank you.”
The line beeps, telling us it’s disconnected.
I can’t help but chuckle. “He’s going to think we fucked in here.”
“We probably would’ve if he didn’t stop us.”
She gently uses the pad of her thumb to clean up the red off my lips.
My eyes search hers. “Are you okay?”
She nods, offering me a small smile.
I carefully pull her strap back over her shoulder, covering her up again before I get her back on her feet. I let her fix her dress, pulling it down her hips before I take a step back to where I can see her properly.
I run my fingers through her short hair, my calloused thumb rough against her soft skin as I swipe against her cheek. “I want to do that again.”
She closes her eyes for a moment, and I can almost see the regret take over. “Emmett.”
I shake my head, refusing to believe this is about to go the way I think it is. “Please don’t.”
“Emmett,” she says again, stepping into me and looking up, making sure my attention is locked on her. “You should know that someone saw me leave your hotel room when we were in San Diego.”
The blood instantly drains from my face. “What?”
“It got posted online somewhere. Nothing official, just a rumor, but—”
“Fuck,” I exhale. “Fuck, Reese.”
