my boss’s mouth arouses in me.
His tongue invades my mouth, and I grip his arms. The muscles are taut and hard, and I whimper at how much I’ve missed this kiss, missed tasting him and feeling his need for me growing more intense as our mouths tango.
He pulls me tight. His large erection presses against my belly; my body zings with lust, but I put a hand on his chest and push back, gulping for some cool air to reorient myself.
“You’re still here.” He places his forehead on mine. “You should’ve gone to my place. I was waiting to follow you home.”
“I was working. Sasha thinks it’s weird I left early two days in a row. She would’ve gotten really suspicious if I left early again.”
“Forget her. Let’s go home.” Clearly, the home in question is his.
This must be how Eve felt when the snake offered her the forbidden fruit. Trust me, it’s perfectly fine. But I stay strong and shake my head. “No.”
He raises his eyebrows.
My mouth dries as heat spreads through me. “If it’s anything like Sunday, we won’t be done until two in the morning. At least.” The sex on Sunday was the best ever. It drove me insane how he wouldn’t relent, just kept going and going, submerging me in one tsunami of pleasure after another. “And I’m going to want to roll over and fall asleep.”
“So? My bed’s big enough for two of us.”
“So? So what do I say to Sasha when she wants to know why I didn’t come home?”
“I thought she was a roommate, not a cockblocker.” He lets out an irritated sigh. “Let’s get you a place of your own.”
“No. I’m not leaving her in the lurch.” Besides, she already knows I’m moving out soon to take a new job. It’s going to look really weird if I tell her I need my own apartment.
Emmett waves a hand. “I’ll cover your portion of the rent.” Mr. Problem Solver.
“No!” Even if I weren’t moving away, I wouldn’t agree to this. “There will be no money exchange between us here. If you insist, we won’t do this at all.” I want his body, but not enough to disrupt my entire life.
He gives me a thoughtful look, although his darkening eyes hint at growing frustration. “Well, if you aren’t coming to my place—”
I put a finger over his mouth, still wet from our kiss. “We don’t have to do it at your place. In case you haven’t noticed, the office is empty now.”
The dream I had on Friday simply refuses to let me alone. Me bent over the desk. My ass lifted for Emmett.
Slick heat gathers between my legs. I want to know how good it’s going to feel. Probably mind-blowing. For some reason, every sexual thing I try with Emmett is amazing.
The man isn’t just a god of finance. He’s also a god of sex.
I tunnel my fingers into his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. He wraps his arms around me. This time, when his cock presses against my belly, I rock against him, my mouth fused to his.
“Tell me you have a condom on you,” I murmur against his mouth.
“Of course. I am the CEO.”
“What does being CEO have to—”
“Condoms Eternally On-hand.”
I laugh into our kiss, lost in the taste of him, all heat and Emmett. His heart booms hard and fast against the hand I place over it. His excitement is infectiously, exhilaratingly hot.
I maneuver us around in gentle, dance-like circles until my ass bumps against the edge of his desk, exactly where I want to be. He unzips the professional ivory and gray dress and pushes it down until I’m in nothing but my bra and thong.
“I will never get enough of this view,” he says.
His reaction ratchets up my confidence. I’m enjoying the view, too, of his thick cock pressed against his slacks. Smiling, my eyes on his, I unhook my bra and let it fall. He takes a nipple into his mouth with an impatient groan and drags my thong down my legs. Then he travels south, his mouth leaving a hot trail down my belly. He spreads my knees and positions himself between my thighs, his breath tickling my skin, raising shivery goosebumps.
I should feel vulnerable and weak, standing in his office naked while he’s fully clothed. But the erotic worship in his eyes makes me feel bold. Empowered.