I could get lost in them.It would be so easy.
“What do you need?”
Oh God.
I shake my head, my brain dishevelled.
“Tell me.”
“I did,” I whisper. “I need someone else to tell me.”
“Maybe you need someone to show you.”
He guides me to my feet, and then he’s kissing me. It’s not a smashing of mouths, it’s soft and slow and sweet. I bloom under his touch like a daisy in the sun and open my mouth to his. Davis groans, his tongue sweeping across mine, sparking my blood. Even at six feet, he’s dwarfing me, and the rarity of it is thrilling. He lifts me, big hands grabbing my ass and squeezing. We move together, only the feel of the wall at my back stopping our momentum.
Jesus Christ.I’ve always been jealous of tiny girls who got picked up by their partners. Nobody ever tried with me, and now it’s happening. I didn’t even have to ask. Excitement and fear skate through me in tandem.
It’s happening.
I’m kissing Davis.
Davis is kissing me.
You’re his boss.
It doesn’t matter.
It matters.
It’s just one time.
Fuck it.I wrap my legs around his hips and draw him close.
If this is just going to be the one time, I’m going to make it count.
“You want this, Cece.” Davis groans against my mouth. The gravel in his voice is so sexy I buck my hips against him, the seam of my denim shorts finding the thick bulge between his legs.
“Shhhhh,” I babble, because the way he’s grinding me into the wall isfinallysilencing my racing thoughts.
All my awareness is in my pussy now, the sharp twist of pleasure as my clit rides the seam between us, the horny ache deep in my abdomen begging to be filled. He knows it, the sneaky mindreader, because he finds that spot, that perfect, perfect, spot, and… slows down.
“What the fuck?”
“Shhhh.” Davis feeds my own command back to me, his lips twisting into a smile against my mouth, and I bite his lower lip until he gasps. He doesn’t speed up, though. Just keeps riding that seam with slow purpose. The pressure builds, spreading through me like wildfire, down my legs, up to my nipples, reaching my fingers, which I twist in his soft hair.
“You like that, don’t you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, but licks a line along my neck, and I shudder. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”
Relief floods me at his order, fighting with my urge to stay in control, and the need for release pounding through my pussy. I clasp his hair, pulling him tighter to me.
“Make me come, Davis.Please.”
“I will. I promise.”
The number of men who’ve promised to make me come and failed could fill a rugby team, but there’s something behind Davis’s tone that tells me he’s not one of them. It’s not a cocky promise, made in the heat of the moment and masculine pride. It’s something more. Deeper. A vow.
The only thing that could stop me from orgasming up against my office wall right now isme.
I let myself do as I’ve been told, relaxing into the wall, and Davischuckles into my neck. “There she is.”
