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“Hmm,” he reaches up and pushes some of my hair behind my ear, touching my jaw before letting his hand drop. I know I should be creeped out by this guy crowding me in his closet, but he isso.damn.hot.
“Is that okay?” I prompt, taking a step back not realizing it puts my back against the center dresser. His body follows mine and he braces his hands on either side of me.
“I was hoping to get this mess taken care of right away,” he rumbles, shifting slightly toward me, his calf stepping between my legs.
“Un-unfortunately, I have appointments scheduled for most of this week, but I can be here on Friday. That will, oh –” He steps a little closer and he’s almost pressed against my body.
He leans into me and whispers in my ear. “That will what, honey?”
“Umm – that will give me the chance to send you the plan and you can decide if it looks like it will work for you.”
“Hmm,” he draws the sound out, his nose grazing my earlobe.
“I don’t think I can wait until Friday.”
“Mr. Hart –”
“Can you wait until Friday, honey? Tell me, do you taste as sweet as you smell?”
Is this guy for real? I pant when he opens his mouth and sucks on my earlobe. I’ve been with a few guys, but I’ve never had someone so attractive come on to me. Or someone come on to me so strongly. I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but my fingers stroke his pecs instead.Yep, like a sexy rock.
“My schedule is pretty tight,” I whisper, angling my head away so he has more room to drag his lips down my sensitive neck.
“Is it tight, Libby?”
“What?” His body is pressed against me, and I can feel his dick rubbing against my stomach. He kisses along the collar of my shirt, pulling it to the side so he can get access to more of my skin.
“What do I need to do to get you to clean up this mess today,” he whispers darkly, his hands sliding down my body and gripping my thighs.
“Today?” I ask.
“Uh-huh,” he replies, picking me up and spreading my legs, pressing me against the dresser. He grinds his hips against me and I’m almost embarrassed by how wet I’m getting.
“I don’t –”
“Do you want me to make you come, honey?” He circles his hips, and I am officially in over my head. I clutch the fabric on his shoulders, his cock giving me the perfect pressure through my jeans. He pins me with his hips and fists my shirt, dragging it and my bra up my torso. I whimper when he lowers his mouth and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I moan. He groans against me and uses his teeth to tease the tip of my nipple before moving to the other one.
“You’re so fucking hot, honey. I can’t wait to sink my dick into your pussy.” He growls the words against my skin, and I arch into his mouth.
“Mr. Hart, I, oh that feels so good,” I give up, sinking my hands into his hair. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. Is it smart to sleep with a client that might push my business to the next level? Definitely not, but as he sucks my nipple harder into his mouth, it makes my body ache, and my brain stops caring about my credit card bills.
He releases my nipple with a loud pop.
“You keep calling me Mr. Hart, honey. Don’t you want to stop pretending?” There’s something testing about his tone.
“What?” I ask, feeling a little hazy.
He thrusts his hips forward. “Come on honey, we don’t need to play games.”
His words make me feel more confused than aroused and it breaks the spell. I push on his shoulders and he steps back enough that I can slip past him to stand closer to the door. I tug down my bra and shirt, my face flushing with more than desire.
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, honey, I saw the way you were looking at me when you walked in. You don’t need to keep pretending.” He takes a step toward me, and I hold my hands out in front of me.
“Look, I got a little caught up in the moment but I’m just trying to do my job and I don’t know what you’re insinuating.”
