AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Her fingers played with his hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re not wearing a hard hat,” she whispered against his lips. “I’m legally required to make sure that protection equipment is worn at all times.”
Neil pulled away, a tiny smile curving at the side of lips. “How about you school me in health and safety rules tomorrow.” He lifted the hat off her head and lowered it to his side, letting it slip through his fingers and onto the floor. Her body tensed when it hit the ground. “Right now, all you’re required to do is exactly what I say.”
Her eyes lit up and her lips pursed. “We’ll see who’s in charge.”
He was going to have this woman. He was going to replay every dirty dream, every dirty thought he’d had over the last year featuring Carson Kelly and make it a reality.
And it all started tonight.
…
Carson couldn’t let Neil walk out that door. She woul
dn’t. Not when she knew the danger, the risk. She was the one person standing between him and possible death. She had to do something. She couldn’t have another person’s death on her conscience.
But maybe she felt more for Neil than she realized. She certainly couldn’t deny her attraction to him.
He’s your client. He’s off limits. Warning bells rang loud in her brain but she paid them no attention. The desperation to keep him safe had obviously messed with her logic because they were kissing. And groping. And it was fantastic.
He needed to flee from the lure of the track and if the type of comfort he needed included him ramming his cock inside her—so be it. Based on the dampness between her legs she was more than willing to take one for the team.
His lips worked in the same manner as they had the night before. There was nothing gentle about this man. Not his stature, not his voice, not his hands, and definitely not his lips.
Neil grabbed her wrists and lifted, securing them above her head against the glass of the window and she held on tight, opening herself up to his mercy.
He pressed his pelvis against her, the hard length unmistakable against her stomach. His mouth lowered and he peppered kisses across her jaw then down her neck.
It was the heaviness of Neil’s body against her that confirmed this wasn’t a dream, although she had dreamt about having sex with him, in this very restaurant, countless times during the construction phase, surrounded by power tools and possibilities. But the real Neil Harrison didn’t need a power tool to get the job done. The only tool he needed was the one that pushed hard against her stomach. And she knew without a doubt he was exactly the type of man who knew how to use it.
“Have you thought about this?” she asked between heavy pants.
He attacked her lips again. She pushed her pelvis forward and lifted her leg to wrap around his hips. It was the perfect contact she needed to sate the ache between her legs. “Because I’ve thought about this…a lot.” She gasped when he pressed harder. “Really a lot.”
Neil finally let go of her hands and wasted no time pulling at the button of her pants. When her fly was open he slid his hands down her backside and cupped her bottom. He squeezed hard but it wasn’t the action she was looking for.
She moaned. “That feels good. But that’s not where I’ve imagined your hands.” Leaning in, she whispered, “They belong between my legs.”
Neil grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled. “You ride. You race. You’re athletic and successful.”
“Don’t go falling in love with me now. This is purely a distract-you-from-racing fuck.” She nuzzled against his cheek and groaned at the feel of his five o’clock shadow abrading her skin. “And I’m definitely in need of a good fuck.”
“Christ.” He groaned. “And you talk dirty.”
She raised her eyes and they locked with his. “Now who’s the daddy’s girl?”
He thrust his hardness against her again.
“Take off my pants,” she commanded.
He complied. Smoothing his hands down her bottom toward her legs and taking her pants with them. When her legs had been pulled free she leaned against the window.
He took in the length of her body and it didn’t make her uncomfortable for one second. She knew she looked good. She worked hard to look good.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
“Take off your shirt.” Despite his demand, she heard the anticipation in his voice.
“Take off your shirt.”
