“I cried all over you.Do you have another shirt?”
“Yes, in the closet, but I can wait to change until we leave,” I say.
“You can’t wear this.It’s all wet.”
“Feel free to take it off, sweet pea,” I partially joke.
Not expecting her to comply, I sit with my heart in my throat and my cock painfully hard as she begins working the buttons.When she reaches the bottom and struggles to tug my shirt free of my trousers, I brace my knuckles on the couch on either side of me and lean this way and that to help her.
I bite back a groan as her soft fingers brush against my bare torso as she also untucks my undershirt.
“Did Julie really lock me in the server room today?”she asks.
I swallow and clench my fists as she urges me to lean forward so she can pull the shirts free of the back of my waistband.Her soft breast flattens against my front, and I marvel at the contrast of her nipple piercing as it digs into my muscle.I struggle to remember her question as her ass shifts on my lap, and even though my dick hurts from its confines, I don’t dare give it any attention for fear of losing control.
“Sebastian?”
Fuck.
If I come in my pants, will she take them off, too?
Double fuck.
I bite the tip of my tongue and shove the depraved thought in the farthest recess of my mind I can access and slam the hatch closed.
“Sorry, sweet pea.The nearness effect has me in a chokehold.What was the question?”
She pauses and studies my expression, but her sluggish and subdued reaction highlights her exhaustion.
“Did Julie shut the server room door?”she asks again.
“Ms.Kim?Yes,” I say.
Penelope guides my right hand into her lap and unfastens my cufflinks.My fingers ache with the need to touch and knead, but I force them to remain lax and docile for my sweet pea as she works my arm out of my sleeve and shifts to do the same to my other side.With a frustrated huff at the odd angle, she uses my chest for balance as she shuffles her legs around until her knees bracket my legs.I nearly choke on my tongue as her weight settles on my thighs.My hands wrap around her hips without my permission.
If she slides forward the tiniest bit, I’ll lose control.Her pussy is too close to my throbbing cock.
“I want to see,” she says.
With her fingers curled around the bottom hem of my undershirt, my ego insists she means she wants to enjoy my body even as logic demands she means Ms.Kim on the security feed.I clear my throat.
“You don’t even need to ask,” I say.
My guttural answer rings true for both versions.
She pulls my shirt up my torso until it catches on my armpits.I flex my grip on her hips, desperate to hold onto her curves, but force my hands off her and raise my arms.
The moment the fabric no longer restricts my limbs, I grab her waist again.Her hourglass figure tempts me beyond measure, but the startled appreciation in her eyes fills me with pride.She balls my undershirt in her fist and wipes the dampness of her tears off my chest before tossing the fabric aside.
“Sorry for making a mess.I’ll get your other shirt,” she says.
I inch my knees apart, forcing her deeper into my lap, and tease my thumb over the softness of her belly.She grabs my bare shoulders.A groan escapes me as I discover her belly button piercing.Her startled eyes relay her realization of just how precarious a situation she put herself in.
“Forget the shirt, sweet pea.I think you missed something on my chest,” I growl.
Her gaze drops.Liquid fire pulses in my balls as awe and hunger shine from her hazel eyes.Her soft, absent-mindedwowtests my control.I die a million glorious deaths as she slips her hands from my shoulders and runs them over my upper chest.
When her soft palms skim over my hard nipples, I suck in a hard breath.She pauses and meets my half-lidded stare.
