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He gave in to it, losing the battle with himself and tugged that tempting strand, rubbing the soft ends between his fingers.
“Fuck.” He stared at it. “It’s softer than I imagined.”
His words triggered her reaction. One second, there was a distance between them, and in the next, she was on him, her arms around his neck, her lips pressed to his, kissing him like she couldn’t get enough of him. She pressed tiny kisses on his lips, biting and then sucking, driving him insane with need.
Her soft body melted against his, making his blood thicken with desire. Oh God. He’d died and gone to heaven.
Warning bells rang in his head, but he shut them down. He snuck a hand in her hair, and with the other, caught her waist and pulled her further inside the bathroom before he took possession of her mouth.
Her mouth opened under his, and he delved inside, tasting her warmth and softness. He glided his tongue along hers slowly, leisurely. A moan escaped her lips and she pressed closer to him. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and he let out a low growl. She rubbed herself against him, driving his need higher, making his body harder. He tugged her lower lip between his own, running his tongue inside. Her hands pushed his shirt lower, roaming down his back.
His heart pounded as she explored him with her hands while her mouth played with his. His own hands skimmed down her body. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt and placed his mouth on her skin, at her throat, licking, tasting her.
This was madness. It was insanity, and yet he was unable to stop himself. His mouth coasted lower and lower, flicking more buttons open. He pulled back to stare at her. She was wearing a lacy white bra that revealed more than it hid. Her nipples were sharp tips, begging to be touched. A madness was enveloping him, looking at her as she was. So sexy…so beautiful. He lowered her bra and captured her breasts in his palms, squeezing, tugging, and pinching.
A soft sound escaped her lips. He leaned down and took one breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her flesh. His teeth scraped a pebbled tip and she whimpered. He repeated his assault on her other breast, making her moan louder. His erection was throbbing now. He pressed it into the vee between her thighs, and she rocked with him, making him harder than stone.
He wanted her…badly. All his pep talks to himself disappeared. He couldn’t think of a single reason not to claim her. She was here in his arms, ready and willing, and he could and would accept all she was offering.
His mind made up, he gathered her in his arms, plundering her mouth again. Something was ringing in the background. His cellphone. He didn’t stop kissing her. He couldn’t care who was calling him. It didn’t matter at this moment. All that mattered was the raw lust flowing in his veins for this one woman. A few seconds later, his office phone rang as well, and now both his cellphone and his landline were ringing non-stop.
He still didn’t bother. He continued to kiss her. She wrapped herself tighter around him, as oblivious to the world as he was. Then the intercom connecting a second office line to his PA seated outside also started to ring.
The cacophony of sounds assaulting them rose in pitch. They stilled. He touched his head to hers, both of them breathing hard.
“I have to get this,” he said.
He lifted his cellphone from the vanity sink inside the bathroom. Rithwik was video-calling him. He took a deep controlling breath before he answered it.
“Rithwik, what’s happening?” Rohan asked, sounding calm even though his heart was galloping like one of his champion racehorses.
Immediately, his landline stopped ringing.
“Where the fuck are you?” Rithwik’s agitated voice filled the bathroom. “Fucking hell. Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” Rithwik balanced a landline against his ear. “No, wait, I have to tell your PA I got through to you. I’ve been trying all your lines to get to you.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw Jiya straighten her clothing. When she turned to leave, he muted his call and left his cell on the vanity.
“Jiya, wait…”
She pivoted.
Reaching her, he wiped the corner of her mouth. “Your lipstick…”
When she touched her lips, he said. “It’s fine. You look fine.”
Without a word to him, she left. He reached the bathroom door. She turned. She stared at him for a long moment before she left his office.
He let out a breath. He’d crossed a line with her, one he never should have. But now, he knew exactly how she fit in his arms; he knew the way she tasted and the soft sounds she made when she was aroused. And damn, he wanted to get her back to his office and finish what they had started. Alas, he couldn’t.
He returned to the ensuite and lifted his phone, adjusting it on the vanity sink so Rithwik and he could see one another properly and started buttoning his shirt. Rithwik had moved out of view, and from the background on the screen, Rohan figured his brother was working from his home office.
A second later, Rithwik returned to the screen. “Why the fuck were you shirtless?”
“Because I spilled something on myself.”
Rithwik glared at him.
Rohan tucked his shirt inside his trousers. “Talk, Rithwik, and stop giving me the stink eye. What have I done now, and why were you so desperately trying to reach me?”
