Page 28 of Love Unspoken

Naya: It was fine.

Me: You won't mind if I do it again?

I was almost home when ten minutes later she replied: I don't know. Goodnight.

Just reading her message made me hard. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had an-almost fiancée, and I was lusting after my friend's mousy sister, one who used to have a crush on me…maybe still did. I shouldn't encourage her. I'd end up hurting her.

"But you want her, don't you?" mocked the stupid voice in my head belonging to the asshole with the horns.

"I'm almost engaged," countered the smarter voice in my head, the voice of reason, the one with a fucking halo.

"What's that got to do with your dick?" commented horny asshole.

"Keep it in your pants, Romeo. Naya is off-limits," warned the dude with a halo.

"Why? She's of age. She's got a hot bod. And she already idolizes me." Horny asshole licked his lips lecherously.

"You love Ann," dude with the halo persisted.

"You don't even like her," Horny Asshole chuckled.

"She's an excellent fuck," Halo Dude protested.

"Mr. Westbrook?" My driver’s voice rose above the noise in my head, and I noticed he'd opened my door and was waiting for me to get the fuck out of the car.

"Thanks. Tomorrow, let's make it at seven in the morning, yeah?"

"Okay, Mr. Westbrook."

I walked into my building, feeling more conflicted than I ever had before.

ELEVEN

NAYA

"You said you didn't know if you wanted me to touch you again." Amias cupped my cheek.

It was another late night in the office, and I was pinned against the wall of my cubicle. I was hoping no one was around to see us like this.

"I…don't…." Touch me, please, please, please touch me.

He bent his head, and I inhaled his musky cologne. He always smelled so good. Since I first met him years ago in my father's house, I'd lived to be close enough to smell him.

"I want to kiss you, Naya," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.

I could hardly breathe. We'd gone from a finger under my chin to a kiss in no time. I didn't know what was up and down.

I licked my lips, and he growled. He bent his head and holy mother of god! The man could kiss. My eyes closed and his lips moved against mine and then his tongue slowly licked at the seam of my lips, coaxing me to open to him. And when I did, fire-fucking-works, and I didn't even swear much.

His tongue dueled with mine and I heard him groan. His hands cupped my ass and brought me closer to him. He was so hard, and I whimpered.

He bit my lower lip, suckled it, and then bit it again. "You like that?"

My mouth followed his, and I heard his gruff laugh. "You make me so hard, Tweety Bird."

"Tweety Bird. Tweety Bird. Tweety Bird."

I opened my eyes as my alarm went off. It had been a gag gift from Darren.