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“I know I don’t need to do that. I want to. Now quit being a gentleman.”
“But I so enjoy being a gentleman.”
She shimmied her tights back up and righted her skirt but didn’t put the sweater back on, which was a problem because when she sat up I was eye to breast. The fabric was still wet and glistening from where I had been sucking it.
“Is this about you respecting yourself in the morning?” she asked, head tipped to one side, considering me.
It wasn’t, at least, I didn’t think it was. I wanted today to be about her, but I knew she’d hate it if I said that. “And if it is?”
“I would never want you to feel anything other than utterly respected,” she said, eyes serious yet bright. “Can I at least keep kissing you?”
The question had me grinning as I glanced at my watch. “For another forty-five minutes, yes you can.”
She groaned, pushing me onto my back and straddling me. “I really wish we didn’t have to go to work.”
“Me too…” My hands anchored on her hips and she leaned down, her hair falling around us. Our lips met, the desperation from earlier had cooled, leaving behind lazy satisfaction. No rush, just this, until we had to make ourselves look like respectable business owners again. Her wet-lace covered nipples grazed over my bare chest as her body stretched over me.
“You should have started this date at nine,” she purred, lips moving along my jaw.
I laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
“Next time? Oh no, sir, the next one is mine, remember?”
“How could I forget?” I sucked in a breath as she made it to my nipple and bit down, the sting immediately soothed as she licked. My cock throbbed in my jeans. “And what are we doing? Do I–do I get a clue?”
She chuckled, kissing her way across my chest and then back up. “Absolutely not.”
“None? Not even a little one?”
“Not a single one,” she said with a grin that I felt and heard more than saw.
“Teaching me a lesson.’
“Indeed.”
It was one I would happily take over and over again.
21
CHASE
Kissing Mack was officiallymy favorite thing.
It wasn’t a surprise—I had kissed him as a teenager, after all, and he had been good then, alarmingly so. It was probably why I got blackout drunk immediately after. Now, though, I wasn’t even sure how to properly formulate words about the way he commanded my mouth. And my nipples, even through my bra. He really did have the most perfect mouth I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. Perfect lips. Perfect tongue. Just the thought of what he was going to do with it between my legs had me momentarily breathless … and uncomfortably warm.
Would I have liked for both of us to be completely naked while we kissed? Yes, undoubtedly. However, I was surprised at how much I was enjoying the “let’s take it slow” thing. Okay, enjoying it wasn’t exactly a hardship—it would be difficult to not enjoy kissing Mack. Naked or otherwise. There wasalso something to be said for building the anticipation. It was a constant struggle to not kiss him.
Which was why it had taken us three times as long as it usually would to walk to Rudi. Every few minutes I was overcome with the need to crush my mouth against his, so I’d stop, pull him down by the lapels of his coat, and kiss the hell out of him because I was incapable of doing anything else. The whole thing was more than a little alarming. And surely temporary. I couldn’t keep feeling this way, could I? Skin tingling and just so aware of his presence? The fact I was high on two orgasms in as many hours was probably helping to make me feel particularly unhinged. The man had turned me into a writhing, panting, incoherent mess, and I was almost fully clothed. What the hell was going to happen when we were totally naked?
This was a problem. It was one thing to kiss his face off in the privacy of our own tent—I still could not quite believe that he had put up a fucking tent in his apartment—but it was quite another to want to lay him out on the bar in our place of business and lick his chest like an ice cream. I’d like to be able to say I wasn’t in danger of doing that, but I was. I would quite happily lay him out like my own personal buffet. However, we both had work to do, Greyson was going to be here in a couple of minutes and, despite my raging hormones, I didn’t actually know how to feel about everything.
I was happy, obviously, but there was still an undercurrent of nerves, like I was waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me, out from under us. It was a difficult feeling to ignore, but I was doing my best. It was easier when my mind was occupied with everything we did earlier. And everything that was ahead of us.
“Yo, Chase, you okay? You look kinda pink.” I hadn’t even heard Greyson come in, distracted as I was with the fantasy in my head.
“Yes,” I snapped. “I’m fine, great, you’ve got glasses to polish.”
“Yes boss,” he said without missing a beat. I didn’t miss the smirk as he walked past.
