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“What the fuck do you want?”
Calvin didn’t answer me. He simply closed the door behind him, staring me dead on as he flicked the lock. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he stalked toward me.
“Don’t you dare come any closer,” I said, rising to meet him. “Who the fuck do you think you are, touching me like that? Saying those things to me?”
“Oh, don’t act all innocent. Those noises you were making while you were eating? Can you honestly tell me you weren’t doing that to get under my skin?”
I wanted to argue with him, but all I could manage was a satisfied smirk.
Ihadbeen toying with him, and a quick glance at his crotch confirmed it had done the trick. But maybe I’d taken it a little too far. The look in his eyes told me Calvin was done playing our little games, and the idea both thrilled and terrified me.
“That still doesn’t give you the right to touch me whenever you please. I’m yourboss, Ryder. You can’t put your hands on me like that, or make comments about my…state of arousal.”
He raised a brow, continuing to close the distance between us until he at last crowded my space, pushing the backs of my thighs into the edge of my desk. “State of arousal?” he asked quietly. “Tell me, Amara…how wet are you for me right now?”
Fucking dripping.“Dry as the Sahara,” I lied.
He chuckled darkly. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re angry,” he said, bending to press his face into the crook of my neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. “God, your scent drives me wild.”
I froze for a beat before my hands raised. I had every intention of shoving him away, but my body had other ideas, and I found myself curling my fingers into the front of his shirt instead.
I still wasn’t sure if it was to pull him closer or push him away, but Calvin ultimately made the decision for me. In one quick move, he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs, goosebumps rising in their wake, and lifted me so I was perched on the edge of my desk. With his palms on the soft skin of my inner thighs, he pressed my legs wide and fit his hips between them. My heels slipped off my dangling feet.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I said quietly, smoothing my palms up his chest, belying my words by reaching for the top button of his shirt.
“We haven’t even gotten started.”
His thumbs drew lazy patterns on my skin, higher and higher, my breath hitching when he brushed them both against my pussy. He whispered a curse when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties.
“You know we shouldn’t.”
Honestly, I rarely wore them in the summer. They got sticky and uncomfortable, and even thongs left panty lines in my tight pencil skirts. It wasn’t particularly warm today, and I wore a flowy skirt, so I didn’t really have an excuse, but the way Calvin’s eyes darkened when he brushed my smooth, bare skin made me glad I’d forgone them.
“I don’t give a fuck anymore.”
I shivered, grateful he was taking this choice out of my hands. I wanted him so badly I ached, and I was so damn tired of fighting it.
With the last button free, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and reached for the hem of the tee beneath. He took it from me and whipped it off. I didn’t need his clothes off for what was coming—not entirely—but I’d been fucking dying to run my hands and mouth over his bare skin foryears.This may be my only opportunity. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, then flicked my tongue over both of his nipples, grinning when his breath stuttered.
Calvin plucked a string of the delicate bow holding one side of my tank over my shoulders, slowly pulling it free, then repeating the process on the other side. The top slid over my chest, catching on the tips of my breasts, and he tugged it to my waist. A moment later, my tits were in his hands, and I arched my back, pushing against him as he kneaded and squeezed and brushed his thumbs teasingly over my nipples.
I went for his belt, unhooking it, unzipping his pants, and pushing them and his boxers to his ankles.
God, he was perfect.
Arms, chest, and shoulders coiled with muscle, his pecs tapering into a smooth, flat stomach, accented by that delicious V indenting his hips. The ridges of his abdomen twitched under my fingertips as I ran a hand over them, following the trail of reddish brown hair that ran from his bellybutton, drawing my eye straight to his cock. I swiped my thumb over the tip, collecting the precum beaded there. Then, with my gaze locked on his, I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked.
His eyes flared with heat when I moaned at the saltiness of him, the same sound I’d been making earlier as I sampled Brie and Ezra’s dishes.
“Just this once,” I said.
Over the last five months, and especially over the last few weeks, Calvin and I had gotten really good at toying with each other, at driving each other to the brink and then walking away. No line had been crossed yet, at least not majorly.
Because that makeout last week was nothing compared to what was about to happen, and by the look in his eyes, surely mirroring the one in my own, we were both done playing.
It was time to put up or shut up.
He offered me a knowing smirk. “Sure, Princess. Just this once.”
