She shakes her head. “I should put Emma to bed and then I should get some sleep.”
She gets up from the table, crossing to the couch where Emma has fallen asleep.
I get up too, but not to leave. Instead, I bag up the trash, send it down the shoot, and clean up the dishes.
I’m still in the kitchen when she comes out of Emma’s room. “You’re still here.”
“I am,” I dry my hands, moving toward her. “I thought you might like to be tucked in too.”
She stops in the middle of the room, her eyes going wide, her lips parting in surprise. “What?”
“You don’t need a back massager from Sharper Image. My tongue will do the job just fine,” I tell her, my cock turning to granite at the idea of parting her thighs and burying my face between them.
“I…” She wraps her arms around herself. “Those mistakes I was talking about… I’m pretty sure that making better choices means not sleeping with my boss.”
I stop a few feet from her. Because that was…well-played. But I have no intention of being deterred. “First of all, we’re not sleeping, second, we don’t have to have sex. My offer was specifically your orgasm with my tongue, and third…this isn’t a mistake.”
She shakes her head, pieces of her hair falling from her ponytail. I take another step closer, and pull the elastic out of her hair, letting the blonde strands fall around her shoulders. “I want you to dye your hair brown again.”
She’d be even sexier with long, brown hair. I want to bury my hands in it and pull while I fuck her bent over the bed.
She shakes her head again. “It’s better that I’m blonde.”
What an odd answer. “It isn’t.”
She looks away, her teeth dragging over her bottom lip. Even that is hot as hell. I reach up, running my hand over the silky tresses and then I thread my fingers through them, fisting them, as I pull her closer.
She comes, always my obedient girl, but she’s still looking away, her shoulders curled in.
I lean down, kissing that spot just behind her ear, where her pulse thrums wildly.
Am I making her nervous? Good.
The smell of her fills my nostrils. She smells like summer and daisies. All the logic is gone, as I brush the tip of my nose over her velvet skin. What’s left is this predatorial need to claim. I drag my teeth down her neck, kissing her collarbone, exposed by the ballet neck of her T-shirt.
“Rush,” she chides, her voice sounding half appalled and half hungry. I smile into her skin.
“This is happening, and I’m not giving you a choice.”
She pulls back a bit, making my hand tighten in her hair. “You are an HR nightmare.”
We’re in the living room, which means we’re probably dead middle of the new camera’s shot. I’ll have access to all this video feed later.
I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Are you going to report me, sweetheart?”
“Of course not,” she shakes her head, more of her hair brushing my cheek, before her forehead comes to my shoulder. “Here is the best place in all the world. I never want to leave.”
Is she talking about the building? Me? I don’t ask, as I slide an arm under her ass and lift her in my arms, carrying her to her bedroom.
What we’re about to do is for my eyes only.
I don’t give a shit about myself. I’ve never been shy. But no other man is seeing her, it’s a feeling that is visceral and deep.
Once we’re in her room, I set her down to quietly close the door, so I don’t wake Emma. Keeping quiet, is going to be a problem, but I’m up for the challenge.
She stares at me, her eyes wide as she takes a step back.
Naturally, I move forward. “I do like to chase.”
