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I was done for.
There really was only answer right now—one that every bit of my body was crying out for me to give.
“Yes.”
He turned my face just enough so that our lips could meet. His kiss was hungry, and the fervour with which he moved his lips across mine was nothing short of fiery. Every stroke of his tongue against mine lit a spark deep inside me, and I whimpered as he slid his hand up beneath my jumper dress and cupped my breast.
His fingertips toyed with the edge of my bra cup, and the will-he-won’t-he anticipation sent a shiver of longing through me.
I reached up and wrapped my arm around his neck, using my other hand to grip onto the edge of the sink for dear life. The kiss combined with his touch was so intense that it almost felt as though I’d collapse if I let go for even a second.
He pulled my bra down and cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb across my nipple. The soft fleece of my jumper dress brushed across it in the absence of his touch, and I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me.
He swallowed every little noise I made with his kiss as if it were nothing. His hand moved from my neck to under my dress to cup my other breast, and I pressed my thighs together as if it would stop the incessant throbbing of my clit.
I couldn’t escape how wrong this felt. Theodore was my boss—and it wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago that I didn’t want to smack him with something very heavy.
How was it possible that I was being groped by him in the kitchen?
Fuck. I wasn’t sure it mattered. Everywhere he touched me sparked to life like he had some magical power in his fingertips, and that was abundantly true when he slid his right hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs.
“Open your legs,” he whispered, dotting dangerously firm kisses down my neck. Tiny little sucks accompanied each one, and I had no choice but to obey as his fingers crept between my legs.
He cupped my pussy, stroking his fingers across the outside of my underwear. I flinched, responding to his touch, and dropped my chin to my chest as he took it one step further and slipped his hand inside my panties.
“Oh, Chloe.” He chuckled, and it vibrated across my neck. “You really did want this, didn’t you? Do you know how wet you are right now?”
Yes. I knew. Every inch of me throbbed between my legs, even more so as his fingers explored my wetness.
“No wonder you were moaning in your room last night.” He lightly pinched my nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. “Look how responsive your body is. Does the thought of me touching myself really turn you on this much?”
God, I wanted to smack him. I wanted to jerk my head up and headbutt this cocky bastard so hard I broke his nose, but I was completely and utterly at his mercy right now.
My arm fell from around his neck, and Theodore adjusted his stance, then slowly pushed one finger inside me. My body responded with my hips tilting instinctively into his touch.
His finger was longer and thicker than mine and felt infinitely better, and I let out a little, ‘Ah,’ of pleasure when he added a second finger.
I gripped the edge of the counter tighter as I melted into his touch. Every way my body moved; Theodore moved with me. His erection pressed into me harder and harder as he moved his fingers inside me, and I bent forwards, pressing my arse back into him.
He finally released my breast, only to curve his fingers around my neck once more and straighten my back. “Ah, ah,” he murmured into my ear, pushing his fingers deep inside me and eliciting another moan. “If you’re going to bend over like that, my fingers won’t be the only things inside you tonight.”
My legs trembled, and I was almost sure that the only thing keeping me as upright as I was right now was Theodore’s firm grip on me.
Sure, if my legs gave out there was a good chance I’d be choked to death, but it was a risk I was willing to take.
Even if it wasn’t, I was too far gone. Every stroke of his fingers inside me brought me closer to the peak of pleasure, especially when he slid them out of my pussy and up to my clit. It was an endless cycle of torment where each touch was simultaneously too much and not enough, but when he finally broke it and rubbed my clit, letting the pleasure roll through me, I could no longer take it.
I moaned as my knees buckled. I only just managed to recover my stability, but I dropped my chin to my chest, squeezing my eyes shut.
Shit.
What had I just done?
What had I just let himdo?
I couldn’t even blame this on him. He’d made it clear that he’d respect my no, but I’d said yes. He’d asked, and I’d clearly said yes to him touching me.
And now…
