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Even after what he said to me outside, my body still reacts to him in the most glorious way. I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, then march into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Maybe if I stay in here long enough he’ll walk out and leave me alone to get through my emotions in peace.
His heavy footsteps make the floor creak as he moves closer to the door, then he knocks against the wood softly. “Piper, open the door. Please?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Can we talk about this?”
“Why, so you can just judge me some more?” Fat chance in hell I’m going to let that happen.
“No, Piper,” he says softly. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
Would it really be so bad to give him a chance to explain himself? Before my mind can catch up to me, I reach for the knob and turn it, then swing the door open. Beau’s still leaning against it, so he tips over but manages to catch himself on the doorframe. His eyes heat up as he stares at me, but I clear my throat and he snaps it back up to my face.
“You wanted to talk,” I mutter as I stomp across the carpeted floor ahead of him. There’s a ruby red pantsuit that I’ve been wanting to wear, so I pull that out and lay it on the bed before walking over to the line of shoes and grabbing the black pumps. You can never go wrong with pumps.
Beau clears his throat and takes a seat on the edge of my bed, trying his hardest not to stare at me — it’s almost cute. Almost being the keyword. Right now I’d rather him beg for my forgiveness after what he said to me. The idea of him on his knees for me has a spark igniting inside of me, but I tamp it down and continue getting dressed for work.
Before I can reach for the pantsuit though, Beau’s hand wraps around my wrist and he shakes his head. “I’m not sure what you’re doing to me, Piper.”
I cock my head to the side. “Care to elaborate?”
He sighs. “I’ve never seen you as anything more than your father’s daughter, you know?” I want to interject with an agreement, but he keeps going. “Until I arrived here and now I can’t seem to take my eyes off you.”
That admission has my lips tipping up, but they fall back down when I remember what he said to me.Don’t get off course just because he admits he likes you, Piper. Make him work for it.
“That’s not what you said outside,” I mumble, trying my hardest to keep my voice under control. The moment he hears any sign of wavering, he’ll know his words are having an effect on me and that won’t help me get that apology.
He nods with a frown. “I know, and I’m sorry for what I said.” His hand loosens around my wrist but doesn’t move completely away, and I can’t help but feed into that. I push myself closer to him until I’m standing directly in his line of sight and he blinks up at me in silent question. “I’m sorry that I’ve been so difficult.”
I nod and use my free hand to pry his fingers from my wrist, then place it against the swell of my breasts. “Maybe you should show me how sorry you are.”
His breath hitches. “Don’t you, uh, have to get to work?”
My chuckles echoes through the room. “I made the place where I work. I’m pretty sure I can go in whenever the hell I want.” He growls at my response and brings his arm around my waist, then pulls me into him. I bring my legs up, placing each one at his sides until I’m straddling him, then shove him down onto the bed.
His hands brush over the string of my thong and my body trembles in response. He darts his tongue over his bottom lip, catching every bit of my attention, and I slam my lips onto his. There’s nothing sweet about this kiss. It’s pure and utter desire.
Need.
I nearly combust when his tongue slips through the part in my lips and I take note of the bulge at the front of his pants. The idea that I’m affecting him this way brings a smile to my face and he deepens the kiss, bringing his hand to the back of my neck. He groans when I rock my hips against him, getting the friction I desperately need right now, and I pull apart from him to fling my head back until my eyes are glued to the ceiling.
His hands come to my hips, guiding my movements over him, then he flips us over until I’m the one on my back. He smirks at me before bending over and brushing his tongue over the outline of my breasts through my bra, the movement forcing me to arch into him for more. This man knows exactly what he’s doing and I can’t say I’m complaining too much as I love being teased.
He just doesn’t know that yet.
Instead of unclasping my bra like I think he’ll do, he pushes lower until his tongue is gliding down my stomach and reaching the thong at my hips. His teeth sink into my flesh as he pulls the thong away from my slick center with ease. God, I don’t think there’s anything more attractive than this moment right here.
The moment his fingers make contact with my sensitive flesh my breath hitches and he chuckles. “You’re dripping, baby.” When I look up and find him sucking his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste on them, I just about fall over the edge. How could something so simple cause that reaction?
His head falls between my thighs and I do the most sane thing — spread them wider for him. The way he grips the bottom of my thighs only adds to the pleasure coursing through me when his tongue flattens against my clit. Stars dance in my vision and I mutter a few curses as he flicks his tongue over my swollen bud, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me.
This is one hell of a way to apologize to me.
Chapter Twelve
Beau
Thisiswrong.
