His gaze softens. “You don’t?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Not at all.”
He runs his fingers through his hair, tilting his head to the side. “I’m confused. If you’re not here to tell me it was all a mistake, then whatareyou doin’ here?”
I breathe out a small chuckle, my chest warming as I take him in. “To tell you I was wrong.” Taking a step toward him, then another, until I’m so close I can feel his body heat, I say, “I don’t want last night to be the only time.”
Remington’s lips part, and his eyes dilate. “Y-You don’t?”
I shake my head, running my knuckles along his scruffy jaw.
“I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me,” he says. “What are you sayin’?”
Dipping my head down, I capture Remington’s lips with mine. He freezes for half a second before leaning into me and kissing me back. I lick into his mouth, my tongue slowly tangling with his as I feel his hands curl into fists on the side of my shirt.
Pulling back, I rest my forehead against his, breathing him in for a moment. “I’m sayin’ I don’t think we’re finished yet. And if you want, I think we should explore this pull we have to one another.”
“No fuckin’ way.” Remington presses his hand to my chest, shoving me back just enough to really look at me. “You bein’ serious?”
My stomach drops.
Did I read the entire situation wrong?
“Yes,” I reply slowly. “I’m serious.”
He breathes out a dry laugh, thrusting his hands through his hair again. “No fuckin’ way.”
“You already said that,” I deadpan.
“Sorry, I just…” Standing up, Remington walks past me, and when I turn around, he’s watching me with his hands on his hips. “I just did not expect that. Like, at all.”
“If you don’t feel the same, I get it. I?—”
“No, no,” he blurts out. “I do. Ivery muchdo.”
“Yeah?” My head is dizzy, and my mouth dries.
“How could Inotwant to have more of you?”
Relief washes over me, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding. “Well, good, because if you had stayed this morning, there was one thing I would’ve done.”
His eyes darken. “And what’s that, daddy?”
Fuck.That word lights me up, sending my blood ablaze. I never thought I’d be into that, but apparently, I am. At least where Remington is concerned. I take a step forward and close the distance. My fingers find the button on his work pants, and I flick them open before dropping to my knees. A groan rumbles in his throat as I work them down his thighs.
“Oh, how the tables have turned, daddy,” he murmurs, peering down at me with a staggering amount of hunger and lust.
Pleasure zips through my body, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. Remington looks mesmerized, his piercing blue eyes having darkened and his lips parted ever so slightly. I’m in awe of him. My heart skips a beat.
He’s already hard by the time I pull him out, his cock bobbing in front of my face, begging to be touched. His rosy-pink tip is slick with arousal, and my mouth waters as I flick my tongue over the slippery slit, licking all the pre-cum and relishing the sexy, low moan that slips past his lips.
“Fuck, daddy,” he rasps, his voice tight and full of gravel.
My lips curl into a grin before they wrap around the head. Sinking down, I take him with ease, his eyes rolling back as I suck his cock to the back of my throat. I gag, moisture filling my eyes as I swallow around him, intent on takingallof him. I haven’t been able to do this yet, but I’ve been dying to. Cupping his firm, beautiful balls, I roll them in my palm, never takingmy gaze off him as I swallow him down. There’s something so goddamn sexy and overwhelming about watching Remington melt under my tongue.
His legs tremble the harder I suck, his moans getting louder by the second. I pull off and stroke him in my hand as I tsk at him. “You gotta be a good boy for me and keep it down. Can’t be gettin’ caught with your dick down my throat at work.”
He huffs, pink splattering his cheeks. “Yeah, well, you make it damn near impossible to be quiet.”
