“How do you know what I do or don’t do?” I ask, holding myself straight and my chin up.
“I spent the afternoon watching you interact with Oliver. That’s what you do. Cute relationships with someone who shares your interests.”
Is that resentment in his voice? Is he jealous of Oliver? The afternoon was friendly and nothing more—I made sure of that. Did Lex imagine something that wasn’t there between my colleague and me?
“It’s not Oli that I want,” I boldly state. His gaze darkens, and I know I got to him.
“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I’m not interested in you, Andrea,” he says cruelly. I might have believed him, but I see the way his fists are clenched with restraint. Out of pride, I refuse to let him do this, so I step closer. “You’ll end up hurt, no matter what,” he insists.
The fact that I was hurt moments ago proves he’s right. Even if all I want for now is cataclysmic slex, my needs will evolve until I’m in too deep. But who knows? Maybe I’ll be great at this no-strings-attachedthing. Maybe I’ll ace it and get out of it unharmed. The urge to prove myself floods me. I have to show him he’s wrong about me.
And anyhow, we both know what happens when we try not to fuck each other. We fail miserably.
“We’ll have to make the hurt worth it, then,” I utter, taking him by surprise.
Before he can react, I’m bringing his face to mine because this is what we both want. He doesn’t ravish me, but he doesn’t push me away either, so I take it as a good sign.
Persevering, I press my body against his. When his hands come to rest on my hips, I lasciviously lick the sealed line of his lips. It always works when he does that to me. To my great relief, a low groan rolls in his throat.
But then, he rips his mouth away from mine to mutter, “Andrea, it isn’t a good idea.”
“I think it’s a brilliant idea.”
The taste of his skin is addictive as I trace a line of heated kisses down his neck. A vein’s pulsing there, so I lick it. He swallows uneasily when I kiss his Adam’s apple, making it bob under my lips, and I can’t help but smile. I mirror my ministrations on the other side of his neck, coming back up, and rip another groan from him when I nibble on his earlobe. I can’t get enough of this man, and he feels the same way about me.
He’s getting hard against my lower stomach, so I’m doing something right, but not right enough. I let go of his ear to whisper, “I can’t stop thinking about that night.”
His hands slide from my hips to my lower back, and he presses me harder against him, making me feel that he wants this, too. My insides clench at the blunt contact, and a veil of lust clouds my thoughts. I move back to meet his eyes, and the want in them traps my breath in my lungs.
“I’ve been dreaming of you, Lex. I wake up panting, trembling, and wet. So fucking wet…” I tilt my head to the side, my lips parted, ready to administer the final blow. “Do you ever dream of me?” My hand slithers between us, down the plane of his torso, and I mold it over the hardness of his erection. “Do you wake up hard, aching to be inside me?”
He bends slowly, stopping only when his lips graze mine, his warm breath mixing with my own. “You have no fucking idea.”
This time, he doesn’t resist and lowers to take possession of my mouth. Our tongues dart out simultaneously, and I can’t hold back a moan at the electrifying sensation. My knees are already growing weakunder the intensity of our embrace. We kiss, standing in the middle of his office, the magnitude of it ever-growing.
Only the sounds of our ragged breaths and the wet noises of our kiss break the silence surrounding us. He’s hungrily devouring me while his hands move up and down my body, greedily wanting to touch every accessible part of me. Because I want the same thing, my hand slips underneath his T-shirt to graze the rippled muscles of his stomach, my palm teased by the thin line of hair that runs up to his torso. When both his hands knead the soft mounds of my ass, lifting me up on his impressive erection, I get impossibly wet.
Oh, we aren’t just kissing. We’re going to fuck again.
“Take me to your place,” I demand as he kisses the slope of my neck, getting a husky moan out of me. I shiver when he licks the spot where my throat meets my shoulder right before gently biting it.
“I’m not waiting ten minutes to be inside you again.”
I wrap my legs around his hips when he lifts me, and a wave of pure, raw lust roams through my frame when my core settles against his hardened dick. My tongue is shoved into his mouth as he carries me across the room, kissing him with ardor.
Once the door is locked, he kneels in front of the couch to lay me down on it, his massive body pressing me into the cushioned seat. I marvel at the rigid muscles of his back that I can feel under the thin layer of his T-shirt. I pull on the fabric, and he lets go of our kiss to remove it, dumping it on the floor behind him. Within half a second, he’s already back on me, reuniting our lips.
His hands move down my ribcage, waist, and hips before coming back up, lifting my top—an oversized red sweater with “Bazinga!” written in yellow letters. He pushes it up until my bra is revealed. I observe him back with hooded eyes for a moment, and then he lifts my bra up as well. To make things simpler, I help him remove it, along with my sweater.
Once my small mounds are freed, he covers each with a hand, his eyes dark with hunger. When I’m lying down like this, they become practically nonexistent, flattening on my chest and giving my upper body a boyish look. But he doesn’t seem to mind, given how he intently fondles them. He pinches both my nipples, sending an electric jolt all the way to my clit, which makes me moan and press myself on his crotch.
A trembling breath welcomes his next enterprise as he takes one of my brown tips into his mouth. He bites, just enough to make me cry with pleasure and pain, and then soothes the attack with a soft lick. After a thorough treatment of my left breast that leaves me panting andbegging, he moves on to the right one and gives it the same torturous attention.
I’m so turned on that I suspect I’m drenching my jeans as well as my underwear. His licks, bites, and kisses bring me a ridiculous amount of pleasure. I can’t help but grind against him, rubbing my aching intimacy against his hard length. It’s all too much, and I’m about to come just from him teasing my nipples. But I don’t want to find my release like this. I want him to be buried deep inside of me when it happens.
“Fuck me… Please,” I breathe out.
My lustful demand gets him to groan, and he pulls on my pebbled nipple between his teeth one last time before straightening up. He’s quick to lower my jeans, throwing my Vans behind him with his shirt.
