Page 17 of Blood We Steal

Exactly what I’d wanted in an accountant and the reason I’d resisted that ridiculous and inexplicable pull to her that was so deep I’d deluded myself into thinking it wasn’t there.

More times than I could count, I’d ended my day standing in the shower, fisting my cock, her name on my breath. And then later, shamefully dreaming of how it would feel to wake up next to her, touch her sleep-warm skin, smile as she prepared the perfect cup of coffee, took two sips, and let the rest go cold.

Inane bullshit that was beneath a man of my station and responsibilities.

But I’d done it nonetheless, and held those thoughts close. It was harmless.

And after…I thought of her then, too, dreamed of how she would suffer, how she would beg, how she would explain.

But I’d still thought of her…and still wanted her.

My weakness on full display.

The same weakness that allowed her in, that kept her breathing.

The weakness was going to save her now.

I let my gaze rake her body as I stilled my trembling hands, looking my fill at what I’d denied myself for so long. Something was still banging at the door, but I paid it no attention. My weakness—Simone—had cost me dearly. Why should I deny myself this small benefit?

She was rigid, almost trembling as she stared at me, so meek, so passive, such a fucking liar.

But knowing the lie didn’t make it less potent. Simone knew that too, knew that offering herself up like this was a temptation I couldn’t resist.

“Come here.”

I barely recognized my own voice, and that sound was what made Simone move without hesitation. She stopped a few inches in front of me, shifting her weight from foot to foot, though I wasn’t sure she was aware.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and slammed her body into mine, rotating my hips so that she felt what she did to me and watched her try to calculate the inches pressing against her stomach. I clumsily turned us and sat on one of the metal stools bolted to the floor and pulled Simone into my lap.

She let out an oomph, and like at the catwalk seemed surprised I so easily moved her. That was my fault too. I’d always been respectful enough not to touch Simone and had treated her gently in word and deed.

No more, though. She’d forfeited her right to my gentleness.

I gripped the outside of her thighs and pulled her legs apart and then pushed her hips down as I thrust up. Even through the thick layers that separated us, I felt her heat and reveled in the slight hitch of her breath when I anchored my hands on her hips and ground her down hard.

She was so soft, and my arms tightened around her of their own volition. I eventually managed to loosen the hold, but my arms still tingled with the sensation of her weight. I pushed her down as I rocked up, slamming the thick seam of her jeans against her pussy. She was wet, and I was sure I smelled her arousal. She breathed out hard, almost frustrated and I rocked my hips until she did it again.

I wanted to be inside of her more than I wanted my next breath. Wanted her beneath me begging for my cock and my forgiveness, something I would never, ever give.

I would be inside her soon.

For now, I snaked my hand under her shirt and down her soft stomach and popped the button on her jeans.

Kept my eyes locked on hers as I pulled the zipper down one millimeter at a time.

She watched me, too, her eyes a mysterious, heady mix of fear, need, and curiosity. Her lids lowered as I pushed my hand into her underwear.

I felt her heat for real this time, the coarse curls that covered her mound slick and sticky. Soaked. For me. I decided then that this was another thing that belonged exclusively to me. Simone’s pleasure, just like Simone’s life was mine to do with as I pleased.

And she knew it.

She’d lifted her lids slightly, but her gaze shifted down every time she rocked on my lap, chasing what was mine to give. I stilled, and a flash of confusion crossed her features.

Good.

She’d figure it out, and I would enjoy teaching her.

I rocked again then watched her throat bobble as she swallowed and pulled her closer. My gaze followed her tongue as she swiped her full, soft-looking lips. She was leaning forward, her breath soft against my face, her lips parted with expectation. Her eyes were wide, and went wider still when I dragged my teeth against the skin on her neck then sucked it between my teeth and bit. Held it for a moment then pushed her away.