I frown, mulling over every option in my head while I look over her face. There is no other option, I want her and nobody else. “Do you still want to go with me? The last thing I want is for this to raise questions because I was adamant that I want you as the coordinator.” I say and Savannah nods. “Then we’ll figure it out. It’s a business trip, nothing more and after we get back, we cut all ties and walk away. Trent won’t ever find out what happened between us and if the two of you end up working things out—”
Savannah sighs exasperated, “There is nothing to work out. I have no interest in being with him and had you not walked in when you did, I would have told him that I’m seeing someone else.” She admits tilting her head up at little lessening the spaces between our lips.
“So, you no longer have any feelings for him?” I ask raspingly and she gazes up at me through her lashes. “Answer me.”
“I…I don’t know.” She replies quietly and I wince against the sudden heaviness that settles in my chest, slowly pushing out the air from my lungs. I got to pull away, but Savannah curls her slender fingers in the lapels of my suit jacket, stopping me. “But…he’s not the one I’m thinking about right now,”
My eyes veer to hers and we stare intently at one another for a drawn out moment. “No?”
Savannah shakes her head and rakes her teeth over her bottom lip. “No, I think you know very well who I’ve got on my mind right now.” I swallow thickly.
“Christ, stop, stop saying things like that to me, Savi. You’re not making this any easier for us.” I close my eyes briefly and suck in a slow breath to kerb the urge to dive in a kiss her, “Fucking hell, this isn’t how I had planned to end the night.” I admit opening my eyes to look at her again. “Right about now I should have had you spread out on your bed, sucking on your juicy cunt while I fuck you with my fingers dragging one slow orgasm out of you at a time.” Savannah’s breathing goes shallow, and her eyes slide shut, a soft moan secretes past through soft lips that my cock readily responds too.
The magnetic pull is damn near impossible to resist and so are her lips. The minuscule space between us gets smaller as our lips inch closer together.
I’m a loathsome man.
And an even worse father.