It feels like something breaks open inside me.
When the tremors finally subside, he moves up my frame, kissing a slow path back to my mouth.
“Want a taste?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He covers my mouth with his. But unlike all the previous times he’s kissed me, this one is unhurried. Intimate. Sharing.
The taste of me on his lips sends another wave of heat through me.
“My turn,” I say when he pulls back.
“For what?”
I lean forward, brushing my lips along his jaw before catching his earlobe gently between my teeth.
“To taste you. Can I do that, Hayden?”
His grip on my face tightens. “Fuck, yes.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
HAYDEN
I slammy mouth against hers, and the second she opens for me, I’m done for.
It’s not just the taste of her.
Or the way her body curves into mine.
It’s the sound she makes.
Soft. Wanting. Unfiltered.
And I hate that I imagined Joshua hearing that sound. Hate that I let the thought fester until it drove me down this hallway like a man possessed.
Jealousy isn’t something I’m accustomed to.
Either is desire.
I should stop. I’m more than aware this is wrong on so many levels.
Or is it?
Like Rowan said earlier, who says this is wrong, other than the fact that she’s technically my employee?
Why shouldn’t I do what I want?
Why shouldn’t I do the things that bring me joy?
And being with Rowan brings me joy.
Kissing Rowan brings me joy.
Burying my face in her pussy definitely brings me joy.
When I tear my lips from hers, she gently pushes against me to stand before extending her hand toward me. I take it, allowing her to pull me to my feet.
