“Now you know my guilty pleasure,” she teased, her fingers trailing along the back of my neck.
Her nipples peeked through the lace, dusky and inviting, and I hesitated, torn between teasing her slowly or baring her completely.
“Oh? I’ll show you a whole different kind of guilty,” I whispered. It was mostly to myself, but I loved seeing another side toher. This one was all softness and femininity. I couldn’t wait to explore every aspect of her.
Gently, I grazed her breasts through the fabric and around the embroidery, my hands gliding up her torso, tracing her skin. My thumbs brushed the peaks lightly, drawing a soft groan from her as she shifted her hot little pussy against me. The friction was enough to have me nearly coming in my pants, but it was her whimpers that undid me—the way she leaned into my touch, like I was her safe place.
“Rhodes,” she breathed, her hands pressing to my chest, eyes wide with need. “I...”
“I promised you relaxation, didn't I?” My voice was husky, laced with both desperation and an emotion I couldn't hide. She was stunning—curves that begged to be held, full and soft, a perfect fit for my large hands.
I kissed her through the lace, my mouth closing over one nipple, sucking gently, my tongue teasing in circles. She arched into me, a soft moan escaping, her body swaying closer, and my chest tightened with the intimacy of it.
“Oh my God, I’m so close already,” she whispered, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer—not in demand, but in quiet plea. Her hips pumped lazily against me, seeking friction against her clit.
She was so beautiful. I smiled against her, shifting to the other side, easing the lace away with my teeth to expose her. My lips enveloped her bare skin, sucking with reverence, my hand cupping the other, rolling it gently. She gasped as each taste brought me to a new place. My goal here was her pleasure. With careful hands, I helped her shed the rest of the overalls,her boots following, leaving her in that green lace. She was magnificent.
Comparing her to anyone in this moment was a crime, but it was a gift that she was wet and ready. It meant that she wanted me. The thought made my cock throb. My fingers traced over the dampness through her panties.
“You’re wet,” I murmured, my voice thick with awe as my fingers traced over the dampness there.
She nodded, eyes locked on mine, full of that innocent fire that had captured me from the start. Sliding the fabric aside, I slipped a finger inside her slick warmth, then another, moving with deliberate slowness, my thumb circling that little button that made her eyes roll.
“There,” she panted, her head tilting back, braid swaying like a lifeline. Her hands worked the buttons of my jeans free and released my cock, wrapping around me. She stroked me as she moved with my rhythm, our breaths mingling, hearts syncing.
I was going to come if she kept that up, and the only way I wanted to do that was inside of her. Rolling on the condom desperately, I lifted her slightly, positioning us. “Tell me you want this,” I said, my voice raw, just needing to be sure as the tip bumped against her. She was already sliding against me, her eyes hooded, but I held her still. There was that part of me that had been poisoned by my marriage, by a woman who had told me over and over again that she hadn’t wanted me.
“I want it. All of you,” she whispered, her gaze holding mine, completely sure.
I entered her slowly, groaning at the perfect way she sank down on me, like we'd been made for this. She sighed, adjusting to mysize, then began to move with me. The gentle rises and falls, our bodies finding a shared rhythm. The world faded. It was just my cock tunneling into her tight little heat until my balls were going to blow. Sage arched against my palms.
“Holy shit.” Circling her clit in a steady rhythm, I breathed against her mouth, “Let go with me, Sage.”
She came undone with a soft cry, her body trembling around me, pulling me into the wave. Holding her tight, the pleasure crashed through me. We lingered there, our foreheads touching, our breaths shared as I wondered if my world had just been rocked in more ways than one.
“That... was …,” she said softly, a breathless laugh escaping, her cheeks still warm. “Awesome.” She pressed a kiss to my shoulder. Her eyes found mine. “Relaxing.”
I was reluctant to let go. “Yeah, it was.” I gave her shoulder blade a lick, scowling at the marks on her arms. Stroking a hand along her spine, I wanted to keep her curved against me. My cock stirred again, but it was hours I wanted. To explore, to watch her come alive under my touch. Lick her. Fuck her into the mattress over and over again. Too bad we didn’t have time for that.
I scowled. “Let's clean up before the crew arrives. I don't want to rush this... us.”
She smiled, leaning down for another quick kiss. “Bathroom up here?” She eased off me, and the loss hit like a pang, but she moved with that whirlwind grace that she always had, not seeming to mind the awkwardness of the moment.
Frowning, I disposed of the condom and dressed, watching her in the mirror as she bounced back from the bathroom, then rebraided her hair with a sigh, taming the wildness we’dunleashed. She only shot me one shy glance, but there were no coy glances to see if I was looking.
It stung a little how quickly she composed herself so quickly, even though I felt like something monumental had happened. My jeans felt too tight, my body protesting the distance, but she was an angel, fussing with her hair as if it grounded her. Grumbling inwardly, I grabbed water and protein bars from the mini-fridge and set them on the desk instead of doing what I wanted. If we’d had more time, I would have tended to her properly. Drawn her a bath and gotten in the tub with her. Then I’d take her all over again. I didn’t want some quick office fuck, but somehow I’d dragged her up here like a prick after she’d been assaulted in the parking lot.
Jesus.
I dialed Redhawk. Parrish answered, sounding bored. It grated, amplifying my edge.
“Boss.”
“Sit rep. Take notes,” I ground out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sage pause in the doorway cocking her head while she listened to me bark at one of my most trusted employees.
“Go.” Parrish knew the drill and wasn’t going to waste my time. It was one of the reasons I liked him.
I laid everything out, sparing nothing, my voice steady but infused with the protectiveness she stirred in me. She stepped closer, sipping water, her presence a quiet comfort. “Full crew here tomorrow. Gear to camp. Install at my place for the perimeter. I’ll send you details.”
