She demands more.I devour her.She’s too sweet and luscious to stop with a mere tasting.I need to claim and worship every inch of her as she basks in my praise, and her eager little tongue insists I give her more.
Her hunger drives me deeper into madness, and I lift her off her feet for better access to the delicious recesses of her mouth.
She squeaks and turns her head, but I growl and suck her lip ring into my mouth.
Her whimper both incites my lust and calms the beast within me.I lick her smooth flesh before slowly letting her lip ring slip from my mouth.With our bodies plastered together, her shudder runs through us both, and I dip my head for more, but the tightness in her voice stops me.
“Don’t break another promise, Sebastian,” she pleads.
Her words pour ice down my spine.I lower her to her feet and straighten my spine but freeze at the feel of her breasts pressed against my lower stomach.
Two very distinct points dig into my abdominals.
Fucking goddammit, she has nipple piercings.A fresh wave of need barrels through me.I already suspected she had jewelry through her nipples after my inappropriate gawking at the wedding rehearsal, but the confirmation short-circuits my brain.
Her heart races so hard and fast it pounds into my body even through her marvelous, feminine curves.
“Seb—?”
“Don’t say my name right now unless you want to explain averyawkward mess to the next person we see.Understand, pipsqueak?”
Her eyes widen, and she searches my face with honest puzzlement, but when I flex my fingertips into her back—causing her breasts to pillow harder against my abs—and tilt my hips the barest amount, understanding flushes her cheeks.She melts with the most addictive blend of delight, wonder, and trust.
I cup the back of her head.
The color drains from her face.
Agony streaks up my leg as she kicks my shin and shoves out of my embrace.Shocked at the sudden change, I release her and step back with my hands at shoulder level and palms out in defeat.
She shuffles into the corner and stands with her fists at the ready for a few seconds.As the terror drains from her eyes, her breathing slows and she drops her fists to her sides.Despite her entire body trembling, she swallows and shakes her head.
“I knew this was a bad idea.I’m s—”
“Don’t you dare apologize, Penelope,” I snarl.
She wraps her arms around herself.
I lean on the opposite wall and run my hands through my hair.
“It’s my fault for taking it too far, and I’m truly sorry for that, but I’m not sorry about kissing you.That was the most epic experience of my life,” I admit.
Her eyes snap to mine.Too many emotions swim in the green and gold flecks for me to name them all.
“Can you tell me what I did wrong so I don’t do it again next time?”I ask.
“There won’t be a next time,” she says, but there’s no conviction behind it.
I rub my forearm, cherishing the residual sensations from her soft touch, and enjoy the fresh spark of interest in her gaze as she tracks the movement.
She looks away and blinks as though to clear her thoughts.Her expression turns mutinous, and she huffs when she notices I never selected a floor.
Since I led her into the executive office elevator, the chances of us being interrupted was lower than if we were in one of the main elevators, but not zero.She shoots me an annoyed look before selecting the correct floor—proving she studied the building’s layout already—and fixing her hair and clothes.
I lead her into the hall and to the main equipment room.Without a word, I scan my work ID badge and hold the door open for her.The moment she steps through the door, her entire countenance changes.Gone is the uncertain, shy woman who overanalyzes every word, and in her place is a confident, relaxed expert.She takes the set up at a glance before choosing a chair to drop her bag into.
My cell phone rings.I sigh and pull it out of my pants pocket.After a short discussion, I thank Mr.Thomas and end the call.
“I’m sorry, Ms.Miles, but I have an emergency meeting to attend.Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?”
