Feeling bold, I take his hand from the armrest and press a kiss on the back of it.
“It really doesn’t bother me.”
I lay our joined hands on the armrest between us. When his palm moves under mine, I think he wants to remove it. Instead, he intertwines his fingers with mine and sets our hands on his lap, his thumb gently grazing my skin.
During the entire presentation, I feel alone with him, as if we’re in a safe bubble where no one can reach us. And there’s an unshakable grin lingering on my face the whole time.
Chapter 23
As I make my way to Lex’s room, much later that day, I feel like a smuggler illegally transporting some goods. I’m both the smuggler and the goods.
It’s past eleven, and everyone’s off for the night, which means it’s time for some after-dark fun with my boss—something I’m still not getting used to. The day was long and intense, but I’m still full of energy as I knock on his door.
I look down at my outfit, aware I’m anything but sexy. I’m wearing sneakers, a pair of black leggings, and my Yoda hoodie with “Do or do not, there is no try” written on it. But it’s okay, right? I’ll be naked soon enough.
Before I can get in my head too much, the door opens before me. My face is tilted down, so what I see first are his bare feet. As my gaze rises, I suddenly get why women go crazy for gray sweatpants with nothing under them.Damn, that is all mine for the night.Trying to get over the distracting sight of the very visible bulge of his dick, I move on to the white T-shirt that fits his shoulders and torso just right. A little higher, I meet his amused gaze behind his glasses. His hair is still wet from a shower, just like mine.
He’s temptation in the flesh.
“Hi,” I say, almost timidly.
He answers with one of his bone-melting smiles, which causes my heart to flutter. It’s good that those are rare because I’m pretty sure that’s how babies are made.
His room is a suite with a seating area, a separate bedroom, and access to a small balcony. I spot his laptop on the coffee table and understand he was workingwhile waiting for me.
This is a little awkward because it’s nothing like our other times. It isn’t in the throes of passion or in the heat of the moment. It’s thought through, agreed upon, and premeditated. So, I’m not entirely sure how to proceed.
“Your room is very nice,” I say, realizing only too late how mundane it sounds.
But I might as well have said the sexiest thing in the world because the next thing he does is claim my lips. Our gestures have no urgency, as we’re aware we have the entire night for this. It’s slow and languid as we savor each other and take our time. One of his hands lowers to the bottom of my hoodie, and it comes back up under it, grazing my skin directly. A trembling breath flows out of me as it moves up, leaving a trail of heat in its path.
“Hm… From now on, you must come to me braless every time,” he demands when he realizes I’m wearing nothing underneath my hoodie. With another appreciative growl, he fondles the small mound before taking an erect tip between his thumb and index. He pinches it hard, surprising me, before caressing it to soothe the slight pain.
My arms hold on tightly when he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his hips frame like a vine. I adore the moment, the softness of it, the laziness, almost. This isn’t as frantic as the other times we’ve had sex.
“I don’t think I’ve been fully soft since that moment in the plane’s bathroom,” he reveals, grinding his erection onto my aching pussy.
“And I don’t think I’ve been fully dry since I met you.”
His chuckle comes in the way of our kiss, and I smile broadly at the sound. It dies at once when he suddenly tips over, making me squeal. We land on the soft mattress of the bed, and he makes sure not to crush me with his weight.
Caged under him like this, I slowly undulate, pulling on his T-shirt to remove it.
“Now that I know you don’t play fair,” he says once it’s discarded on the floor, “I have to set some rules.”
“Like what?” He pulls up my hoodie to expose my breasts and randomly kisses, nibbles, and licks the smooth skin of my stomach.
“I have my pride, and I can’t allow more of that clenching.”
I pout, refusing to surrender my only trick. “If you take away my only defense, you can’t use more than one of your assets at a time.”
He halts his kisses to give me a bratty glance. “What do you mean?”
“It’s either your dick, your mouth, or your hand, but not several at once.”
He doesn’t seem to like my demand, as his eyes darken. “Only for tonight, then. I like it when I make you come so hard you tear up.”
His crude words have me trembling beneath him. It’s tempting to ask him to hold back on the dirty talk as well, but I like it too much.
