Page 89 of Falling For My Ex's Older Brother

"How was your evening?"

"Productive,” she says as she closes her laptop.

"I drafted my response to Clara. I want you to look at it before I send it."

"Not as your boss," I say.

"I'm not your boss anymore. Or at least…I won't be."

Shelooks at me.

"As someone whose opinion I value then."

"That I can do." I move toward her.

"Tomorrow."

She cocks her head slightly.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tonight," I say, stopping in front of her, "I have other priorities."

Her eyes hold mine. The laptop is forgotten. The Clara email is forgotten. Everything on the periphery of this room drops away in the specific way it always does when there is nothing between us and no reason to pretend there is.

She reaches up. Her hand finds my jaw.

"Is that right?” she says softly.

"That's right," I say.

I take her hand from my jaw and turn it over and press my lips to her palm — slowly, deliberately — and I feel her breath catch.

I look at her.

"Come here," I say.

Without another word, I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing the edges of her jaw as I lean in and claim her mouth with mine. Her lips part, and I deepen the kiss, pouring every ounce of my frustration, desire, and need into it.

Her body presses against mine, her curves molding to me perfectly. My cock strains against my trousers, aching for her, and I know there’s no going back now.

"Are you hungry?" I mumble, my lips grazing her ear as my hand claims her breast, kneading it through thedelicate silk. Her body trembles against mine, a perfect response to my touch.

"Starving," she pants, her voice thick with need.

Her hands are on me now, desperate, tugging at my shirt. I raise my arms, letting her strip it away, the cool air grazing my bare skin for only a second before I’m on her again. My hands find the buttons of the shirt, yanking it open, exposing the lace bra beneath. Her chest rises and falls, her breaths sharp and yearning.

Our eyes lock—hers wild, mine just as untamed. I grab her waist, leaning her towards the kitchen island. Her back presses against the cool counter, and I’m already reaching behind her, unhooking the clasp of her bra. As the straps slip away, her bare skin beckons me. I bury my face against her chest, capturing her hardened nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, sucking until her head falls back, and she gasps my name.

Her hands are on me again, fumbling with my belt. There’s no hesitation, just raw urgency as she unzips my pants, shoving them down in one swift move. I grab her wrist, halting her for just a moment.

My lips brush her ear as I growl, "You want this cock, baby?"

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her nod almost frantic. She doesn’t wait for my command. She drops to her knees, her delicate fingers hooking into the waistband of my briefs. With one swift pull, she frees me, my hard cock springing into her grasp. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, smoldering, filled with hunger.

Her hands wrap around my girth, bothworking in perfect rhythm, stroking, exploring. I fist her hair, forcing myself to hold back, savoring the sight of her below me. The tip of my cock grazes her lips, and I trace the curve of her mouth with it, my control barely holding.

She parts her lips, taking me in, slow at first, then deeper. The heat of her mouth surrounds me, and my head tilts back as a groan rips from my throat.