She sucks in a breath. “What? W-why?”
“Because, contrary to popular belief, I’m not a total asshole. And there’s nothing I hate more than when people take credit forsomething they didn’t do,” I explain, ignoring the bite of pain in my knees from being on the hard floor.
My sincerity must be written on my face, because she offers me a singular nod to acknowledge me.
How many times had Emaly called me upset that someone in school or at her internship had taken credit for an idea or project? Too many. I saw how much it upset her to be discarded after putting in the work for no reward. I won’t see it happen again. Not to her. Not to Winter.
“It hurt my feelings,” she admits, more to herself than to me.
“I didn’t mean to do that.”
She stares at me, her throat bobbing.
“I very rarely get on my knees for just anyone, Winter,” I say, eyes roaming over her until I meet her eyes. “The next time I get on my knees for you, it’ll be to taste you.”
She sucks in a breath. “Who says I’d let you?”
My lips kick up. “Who says you wouldn’t?”
“I—” She doesn’t get a chance to tell me one way or another, not that she needs to. I recognize the look in her eye. The interest. The curiosity. She wants to know what my mouth would feel like on her, she just won’t admit it.
Before she can lie and tell me I’m wrong, I hear Ashton’s voice from down the hall. I bolt up and walk us toward the furthest wall away from the door. When her back hits the drywall, she lets out a sharp breath that gets cut off when my body completely presses against hers to hide her from view. “If you want to make sure my dumbass manager doesn’t rat you out for showing up today, follow my lead.”
Her body is stiff against me. “I don’t know what you—”
I gather her hair in my fist to hide the pink strands, so Ashton doesn’t see them when he opens the door. “Do you want to get caught?”
“No!”
“Then go with it and don’t kick me in the balls,” I say with my lips pressed against her ear. Her body shudders from the briefest touch.
Before she can object, my mouth is on hers.
And thesound she makes.
The fuckingsound.
It has the potential to be my undoing.
What I’d classify as a surprised moan goes straight to my cock. The kiss is unexpected. Hard. Awkward at first. But, to my surprise, Winter’s body melts into mine as I place my free hand on her waist and massage the flesh there. Her hands grip my sides before smoothing over my obliques and moving around my back as she opens her mouth for me.
The door opens, and Ashton curses as soon as he sees us. “For fuck’s sake, Tom. I leave you alone for thirty minutes to find you a shirt, and you’re already trying to screw one of the volunteers?”
I peel my lips away despite the sound of her protest just enough to growl, “Out,” to Ashton before dipping my head back down and closing the space between us.
Winter tastes like sugar and watermelon and feels like goddamn heaven against me. I barely hear the door slam closed because all I can focus on is the next moan that escapes her as I roll my hips forward for the friction that my hard cock wants.
She closes her lips around my tongue and sucks as her arms wind around my neck. I’m steel in my fucking jeans thinking of what those lips would feel like around my dick. Would she be a good girl and take the lead, or would I need to help set the pace? I would happily tell her what to do. Where to touch me. Where I wanted her tongue and fingers as they worked me.
It’s a fantasy of mine I’ve been thinking far too much about in my short time since meeting her.
Her fingers clench my sides, not to push me away but to pull me closer. We get lost in the moment, neither one of us paying attention to the fact that we’re alone again.
Another sound rises from her throat as she grinds against me. I would strip her naked right here and sink my cock into her warm pussy against the wall if I could. But anybody could walk in, and the things I want to do to her would take far more time than we have.
But I’m not done yet.
“Please,” I growl against her mouth, desperately needing something. I’m not entirely sure what I’m asking for. But more thanthis.
