We’re really doing this.
He follows me down to the bed, bracinghimself over me for a second before his mouth finds mine again, slower now. My fingers curl into the cotton of his shirt, holding him in place so he doesn’t change his mind and send me down into town totake care of my problem.
But I know he’s not going to do that. I saw the look in his eyes when I suggested going to the Rusty Nail. It was practically feral. Besides, he’s not the type of man to go back on his word.
This is happening.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he murmurs against my lips. “I can’t stop kissing you.”
“Good.” My hands reach up to thread into his hair, tugging him toward me. “Don’t.”
“Mm.” He pulls away from my mouth. “I’m gonna have to, sweetheart. I told you, I was going to take care of you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
My heart flips at that, but I quickly squash any feelings beyond desire. This isn’t anything more than one night. A means to an end. That’s it.
There arenofeelings here.
Then his mouth is moving again. Down my throat, to the triangle of exposed skinwhere my blouse is buttoned. A shiver races through me, and my back arches automatically as he starts working the buttons through the silk.
“Can’t wait to see what you’ve got under this, sweetheart.” His voice is low and rough, turning to a growl when he parts the fabric of my blouse to see the black, satin bra I’m wearing. “Fuck, Lilly.”
He holds himself up with one arm, while the other hand, big and rough, slides over the fabric of my bra, cupping and squeezing my tits. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “So sweet. So beautiful.”
His words make my breath hitch. No one’s ever looked at me like this, like I’m something to be savored. Like I’m sexy or desirable.
His free hand moves around my back and deftly unclasps the bra so he can pull it free, leaving my breasts exposed completely. His eyes darken, and he once more reaches for me, cupping my breast, his thumb circling the nipple until it peaks, hard and throbbing. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping me as he lowers and sucks it between his lips.
“You want this,” he says, almost to himself.
I do. Oh God, do I ever.
Every part of my body screams out for more as he presses kisses to my other breasts, before moving further down, his tongue dipping briefly into my navel, making me giggle despite myself.
But the giggles dry up when his hands reach the waistband of my skirt, his fingers hooking into the fabric. “Lift,” he commands.
I do, and he pulls my skirt and panties down and off my legs in one motion, tossing them to the floor behind us, leaving me bare and exposed. I freeze, suddenly self-conscious, but then his gaze drops between my legs, and the raw hunger I see in his eyes drives out any chance for embarrassment.
“Fuck, Lilly,” he breathes. “You’re already so wet.”
“For you.” I look straight into his eyes, so he can see how badly I want this.
Wanthim.
Luke
I’m breaking every rule there is. If I had an HR department, I’d be soscrewed.
Only Iamthe HR department.
And Lilly’s right, we’re off the clock.
Besides, this is mutual. Shewantsthis. She’s practically begged me.
I can try to justify this however I need to, but I’m not an idiot. I know I’m crossing a line.
A big one. And once we do, there’s no going back.
But I can’t think about that right now.
