“What are you doing?” she said, echoing my earlier thought.
“What we both want me to,” I answered, dragging my fingers up the inside of her calf.
She shuddered, eyes closing, lips falling open, just like they had before we’d been interrupted. “I don’t even like you.”
“Who said this has anything to do with us liking each other?” My fingers reached her knee and curled around the back of it. Gripped.
She started to say something, but I cut her off before she could talk us out of this.
“Get up here.”
I grabbed her arm, and with a tug, I had her moving, but her leg swinging over mine? That was all her. A clear indicator that I wasn’t the only one who’d lost their goddamn mind. The transfer paper fluttered to the floor, forgotten, as she landed in my lap. I dropped my hands to her hips and ground up just enough for her to feel what she’d done to me, gripping her hard enough to know I resented her for it.
Her palms slapped against my bare chest as she was forced to brace herself upright. But no one was forcing her to dig her nails in so hard. And no one was forcing me to like it as much as I did.
“You’d be prettier without the piercings,” I said, some small part of me trying to save myself from this stupidity by being an asshole.
“And you’d be prettier with your mouth stapled shut,” she shot back.
I rolled my hips into her. “So you only want me for my body?”
“No, your winning personality.” Her tone was deeply sarcastic.
“Shut up.”
“Youshut up.”
We moved forward at the same time, shutting each other up. With our mouths.
Stella’s lips popped open immediately, and I knew from the first glide of my tongue against hers that this was a mistake. Because it wasn’t awkward. Or hesitant. Our teeth didn’t click together. We didn’t have to go slow at first as we learned each other’s kissing style. No, we went into it hard, rough. Like we’d been doing this for years.
Her tongue felt like heaven, pausing, swirling, deepening the kiss as her hands gripped my face and she tilted my head back to give herself better access. And her hips. Fuck, she knew how to move, that slow drag of her pussy up and down the length of my cock making me want to shred the layers between us and drive up into her wet, welcoming heat.
“Don’t let this go to your head,” she said as we shifted angles. “I make out with all my clients.”
“Dirty little slut.” With my voice gone low from lust, the words came out even rougher than I’d intended.
Stella must have liked the sound of them, because her lips crashed back into mine on a moan. Our tongues met again, mouths pausing open as we twirled them against each other in an absolutely filthy kiss. My hands swept up from her hips, briefly framing her narrow waist before stroking upward to her ribcage and pausing there. I brushed my thumbs along the underside of her breasts, felt her arch into me with a silent plea for more.
The sound of a chime echoed through the shop. We froze, eyes opening, staring at each other as heavy footfalls headed in our direction.
Stella dove sideways off me. Or maybe I threw her. Either way, the squawking noise she made as she went flying had those footfalls picking up speed.
“Your mouth,” she hissed, scrambling back onto her stool. She was one to talk. Blue was smeared from her nose to her chin like she’d cannibalized a Smurf.
At least I’d achieved my goal of ruining her perfect face.
I clapped a hand over my lips and yanked my knees up to shield my now raging erection from view.
Stella put her back to the door just as her crotchety coworker strode into view. He paused on the threshold, eyeing us with obvious suspicion. “Everything okay in here?”
“We’re fine,” Stella said, facing the wall.
His gaze narrowed. “Forgot my keys.”
“Oh, okay,” Stella responded, her voice a whole octave higher than normal. Real smooth. “Did you find them?”
“Yeah.” The big guy looked between us again. “How much longer you going to be?”
