She shrugs.“I gave myself three orgasms after you left.”
I snicker.She might be lying.I don’t care.“Sassy girl.”Nodding over my shoulder, I open the pantry door.There’s not a sound coming from anywhere.I’m confident we got away with our little tryst.
With a hand at the small of her back, I guide her to the fridge.After opening it, I step to the side.“Lean in so you can cool off a bit.”
She chuckles as she obeys me.
I reach around her and grab two bottles of water and a bowl of fruit salad, giving her all the time she needs.
When she finally turns around and lets the door close, I point to the items on the counter.“Are you going to pour that water down the front of me?”I tease.
She smirks.“I wouldn’t want to accidentally splash it on myself.”
I laugh.“Tell Madison you had to wait for me to finish cutting up the fruit because I wanted you to have something to snack on.”
The tension between us has eased, which I’m glad about.I didn’t want everyone to feel the air around us sizzling during the wedding.
After taking a deep breath, she says, “We should talk.”
“Oh, baby, we’ll do a lot more than talk.Later.”
She nods, grabs the water and fruit bowl, and leaves the room with her head higher than it was when she entered.
Thank fuck.
Chapter8
Kelsey
As the last of the wedding guests head out the door, I find myself shaking.I take a step back toward the intricate handrail that leads up the elaborately curved staircase to the second floor.I grip it hard, not focusing on a single word Hendrix is saying to his partner, Beckett Hollenbeck at the front door.
I’ve met Mr.Hollenbeck a few times this week since his office is across from Hendrix’s, so at least I didn’t have to deal with the stress of meeting the other owner of Hollenbeck, Kennedy, and Associates tonight.I had enough on my plate fulfilling my role as maid of honor while also dealing with the barrage of smoldering looks from my boss—who is apparently also assuming the role of my Dominant.
I think I did pretty well.I don’t believe Maddie has a clue that her dad spanked me twice in the last twenty-four hours in addition to fingering me to orgasm in the pantry.If she hadn’t rightfully been so preoccupied with her wedding, I’m not certain the heated gazes and sexual tension would have slipped by her.
I’m close to collapsing.My legs don’t want to hold me up as I stare at Hendrix’s back.His broad shoulders and firm ass nearly make me drool.He ditched his jacket a long time ago.He’s still wearing the tie, but his sleeves are rolled up.Even his forearms are sexy.Thank goodness he doesn’t roll his sleeves up at work.I’d probably get too distracted to get anything done.
I’m playing with fire.This man is far more experienced in every single aspect of life than I am.I don’t know his aims.I’m sure we are ten seconds from fucking each other clear into tomorrow, but then what?
What happens on Monday?Business as usual?We can’t keep this up.I don’t have a clue how to separate our business and kink relationships.I managed this past week in the office because we hadn’t crossed any lines, but we crossed most of them last night, and we’re going to dive into deep water when he shuts that door.
It’s not as though adding sex is going to change anything.He’s seen me naked.He’s made me come.He’s spanked me twice.All very intimate interactions.In fact, I’ve been more intimate with him than any other man.Not that the list is long.Adding intercourse is hardly important at this point.
And we’re definitely going to have sex.
The moment he finally shuts the front door, I flinch.He turns and saunters toward me, already pulling his tie off.His eyes burn into me.When he reaches me, he tips my chin back and stares into my eyes for long seconds.
My heart is beating loudly, and I can hear my pulse in my ears.
Slowly, his lips descend until they’re on mine.At first, he barely grazes his mouth over mine, so lightly I almost can’t feel the contact.Then he angles his head to the side and kisses me with more conviction.It’s our first kiss.
When I moan against him, he grabs my head with both hands and devours me.I can’t think or breathe.All I know is the way he holds me, the feel of his lips, his tongue against mine, the low growl coming from him.
I reach for his waist, mostly to keep from falling.Thank goodness I took my heels off hours ago.
I’m delirious by the time he releases my lips.“Bedroom.Now,” he mutters against my mouth.
“Fuck the bedroom, Hendrix,” I retort, spinning around in his embrace.“Unzip me.”
