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I finally saw him standing in the dark.
“Daniel Reed came to offer me a ride?” I asked, walking toward him. “When did you become so nice?”
He blocked his eyes with his hands as I shone the flashlight on him. I immediately dropped the beam to the floor.
He had taken off his jacket and his blue and white striped shirt clung tightly to his body, revealing his somewhat muscular figure. His eyes shone with dark excitement and I couldn't suppress my shiver as I wondered why he was here.
“I can't get you off my mind.” His voice was a tight whisper as he drew closer. “Ever since earlier. I was really, really hoping you’d still be here.”
I was standing directly in front of him. I could smell his cologne and feel the heat from his body radiating toward me.
“Please, Amy,” he pleaded. “Please tell me I can kiss you again.”
Chapter 22
Daniel
Shestaredatmesilently, face impassive. I wondered what she was thinking. Would she laugh at me again or push me away?
“Amy?”
I had been in a handful of relationships in the past and I had always known from the beginning that they wouldn't last. I never invested too much of myself. My parents' broken relationship had taught me a lot. From a young age, I learned that it was best to not love too much to avoid getting hurt. I had always known how to keep my emotions in check, but with Amy, they seemed to have a mind of their own. She made my emotions run wild and made them impossible to tame.
“Amy?” I was practically begging now. She shushed me by pressing her index finger to my lip. That citrus smell that had become such an instant turn on floated around me. Had she not been working all day?
“Kiss me, Daniel,” she whispered into my ear as she stood on her toes and leaned into me. I instinctively reacted, pulling her body tightly against mine.
My mind was stuck on her all day. Stuck in the memory of her kiss.
Evan had annoyingly distracted me briefly with the talk of going public when she made a breakthrough. The benefits were great. For the health of the company, I had to do it. Stock prices were in a freefall and my father had given me an ultimatum.
The shareholders were already biting at my tail. I believed Amy and I could come to an understanding if we just discussed it. That was why I came to find her in the lab. I wanted to talk about it on the drive home, but now I didn't want to ruin this moment. I would tell her some other day.
She pulled my head toward hers and brought my lips to hers. I let out a gentle exhale. She was in control. She bit firmly on my lower lip and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. My hands caressed her back and moved lower. Damn, her ass felt incredible. I grabbed it and squeezed hard. She tilted her head back, and I took the opportunity to skate my lips down to her neck, finding her sensitive spots at the base of her throat and behind her ear. Each moan that I drew from her lips made me eager to explore more. I wanted to hear more of those sounds. Find out what other sounds she would make when I drove her wild.
I hadn’t really thought beyond wanting to feel her lips on mine. I wasn’t prepared for this deep, instant attraction. Things were moving so fast on their own and I couldn't seem to get a grip on how I felt or what I wanted.
All I knew was my skin felt feverish under her touch and my cock was straining painfully behind the zipper of my pants. I pulled her against me more tightly, needing to find some delicious friction.
Before I knew it, we were in her office. How did we even get here? Did she lead me here, or did I push her? But Amy was perched on her desk, legs spread wide, and it seemed a shame if I didn’t just step between and push into her. Even through the layers of fabric between us, we both moaned at the feeling of the pressure, the friction that both relieved and ratcheted up the tension all at the same time.
It was a joint effort that undid the buttons on my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders and to the floor. Amy’s hands were immediately on my skin, softly touching my chest, trailing down my stomach to flirt with the waistband of my pants. I bit back the moan with my teeth on my lower lip, but I was surging into her at her touch. She wrapped her legs around me to pull me even closer, moving her hands to my neck and dragging my head down, kissing me deeply.
I couldn’t help the moan that ripped through my core and bounced off the walls of the small office. It was a good thing the doors were soundproof.
“Amy,” I whispered, voice breaking as she ran her hand down the front of my pants, pressing against and stroking the hard ridge behind the zipper. I caught her hand, straining with the effort.
“Not yet,” I said, grabbing the hem of her T-shirt. With one swoop, I removed her shirt, revealing her simple, white bra. My eyes trailed over her full curve of her breasts, pushing against the cup, and the small scar on her chest. I tried tracing it with my fingers but she grabbed my hands and moved them behind her back, urging me to unhook her bra. I did so with incredible speed and let it drop to the floor. She was a sight to behold, all firm breasts and nipples peaked to hard points.
She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I savored the feeling. They were firm but at the same time felt soft and warm. I squeezed lightly, and she moaned. I raised my index fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them. I removed them and circled her nipples with my glistening fingers. She arched her back, her hands supporting her on either side of her on the small desk.
I withdrew my hands and traced down her neck with my tongue. I licked from her neck to her cleavage and gently circled her nipple. She flinched, and I paused, feeling relief when she let out a contented sigh. I pressed on, sucking and nipping the delicate peaks. I let go of any thoughts to tread softly with her. I needed more, and I was pretty sure she needed more, too.
As if reading my mind, she grabbed my hair and lifted my head, finding my mouth with hers. Her hand moved from my hair to the button on my pants, quickly undoing it and zipping them down. When I felt her hand slip inside my pants and brush against my erection, a loud moan escaped my lips. Anticipation made my legs quiver as she pushed my pants and boxer briefs down my legs. She took me in her hand and started teasing, slowly stroking, when… what thefuckwas that noise?
Her phone? I silently begged her to ignore the call.
She was hesitant to answer at first, but picked it up on the second ring.
