My libido ran and hid. There was more? About what? Me or Elijah? “Oh?”
“My ex? The one that I was starting a company with, who cheated on me and then cost me everything to fold our business without completely trashing my reputation? Do you know who she cheated with?”
I shook my head before I gave it any thought. How could I know? I’d never been around Van’s social crowd. The only person we’d had in common was—“Oh.” Horror and sympathy cascaded through me. Poor Van. “He didn’t.”
“He did. So did she. And then when he was done spending the money she kept, he dropped her.”
Just like he’d taken my money and found another woman. “What a grade A bastard. Oh God, marrying me must’ve been more salt in the wound. And then the kiss.” The back of my throat burned. “And the bathroom. Am I making you revisit your trauma left and right?”
“Clover, I’m getting to the point where I’m going to say whatever will let me get you naked again.”
Oh. His blunt tone shocked me. Heat pumped into my veins.
“The problem with that kiss,” he said, “is that it showed me it didn’t matter who your ex is.”
Oh. A shiver whispered over my skin. I licked my dry lips, and he clocked the movement like a predator. He wanted me. The hormones I blamed last weekend on raged back. “I seem to be at a disadvantage. I haven’t seen you naked yet.”
He reached behind him and yanked the shirt over his head. I sucked in a breath when I was met with his bare chest. His pecs were dusted with hair just a little darker than on his head, and it merged into a trail running between his abs and down to where he was unbuttoning his jeans.
“Oh.” I breathed out when he ripped the zipper down, and his underwear shifted to expose the glistening tip of his cock. “My.”
My was very close to mine, and that was what I wanted to declare about that noteworthy erection.
“You’re as hard as granite.” Inwardly, I winced. Really? Now I was going to make a geology comparison? “Marble, really. There’s a reason they carved giant slabs into statues.” God, that was worse. “Those statues weren’t as well endowed.”
I groaned, and the corner of his mouth tipped up.
He shoved his pants down. “To be fair, sweet Clover, those statues were carved in a soft state. Not how most modern men would want to be immortalized, but I’m not sure how David felt.”
He kicked off his jeans and shucked his socks off with them. Holding his arms out to his sides, he spun in a slow circle.
Now that was an ass worthy of carving. “Do you do butt clenches when you sit in the chair all day?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. That actually makes me feel better.” Note to self—flex some muscles while I sit all day.
“Do you want to touch?”
“Yes,” I said in a whisper. When he moved closer, I wrapped my hand around his hot length. His hard-on filled my grip, and I pumped up and down. He twitched in my hand. A small reaction but a heady one. “I’d…like to do more.”
He grunted and thrust his hips. “With your hand on my dick, I’m in no position to stop you.”
I’d never wanted to lick something so badly in my life. The way he was reacting, and I’d hardly done anything? It was exciting. Exhilarating. Powerful. I felt sexy in a way I never had.
“What if it’s my mouth?”
His jaw went slack. “You want to do that?”
To answer him, I lowered to my knees and gazed up at him. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He glanced around. “We can find a better spot for you.”
“This works just fine.” Something about sucking him off in his office appealed to me. Like maybe after we went our separate ways, whenever he was behind his screen for long stretches of time, he’d think of me.
I wouldn’t forget him.
I opened my mouth and sucked him in. A long, ragged groan left him, and I would’ve smiled, but there was no room. He was large, and I wanted to leave an impression. My first identity to him was as his brother’s girlfriend. The next was a jilted bride. Then a single mom trying to figure it all out. I wanted to be a sex goddess. Not the clumsy girl who almost took herself out masturbating in a motel bathroom.
I licked and sucked, mining my brain for any technique advice I’d heard or read over the years. It must’ve been working. A tremor trailed up and down his body, his raspy breathing filled the room, and he was close. His cock twitched in my mouth, and he went ramrod straight. I felt powerful.
