drown in her taste and touch.
He pressed closer, imprinting his
body on hers as his craving escalated. His cock found the cradle of her hips,
that sweet curve he was so desperate to rediscover.
She whimpered and wriggled
against his hold. His hands tightened, holding her still as he rocked his
erection deeper into her pelvis. Once he was satisfied she could feel him, all
of him, he let go of her waist and slid his hands upwards.
Her full, covered breasts filled
his hands, her nipples tight buds against his seeking thumbs. He gorged on her
mouth until the need to breathe caused stars to dance behind his closed
eyelids. Even then, he would gladly have suffocated in the kiss if the hands
clamped in his hair hadn’t pulled desperately.
Easy …he cautioned himself. For now.
He broke the connection and
stared down at her. Wide blue eyes locked on his as she sucked in air. His gaze
dropped from her bruised lips to her heaving chest. She breathed in and her
gorgeous breasts filled his hands once more.
He groaned as his cock stiffened
to stone.
“You feel so fucking lush,
Peaches. And so damned fuckable in that prim suit.” A tremor rocked through him
as he continued to deny the forceful urge to rip her clothes off and do what he
desperately yearned to do. “Jesus, baby, I want to fuck you so damn badly.”
A long sigh shuddered out of her
as he mercilessly kissed his way down her throat and barely resisted the urge
to bite her supple, silky skin. He’d raised enough questions for one day.
Although he personally didn’t care who knew, he cared too much about Bethany to
leave her to explain a giant hickey on her neck to her bosses.
But there were other, equally
enthralling parts of her body he could explore.
Sliding his hand beneath her
skirt, he touched her between her legs. Hot dampness met his fingers. Tugging
aside her panties, he plunged one finger into her tight heat, groaning deeper
when her flesh closed greedily over his knuckle.
Her shocked cry made him grin.
“You naughty girl. Did you get
wet imagining me having you here like this?” he crooned in her ear.
She gave a jerky shake of her
head. “Uhhn...No.”
He laughed. “Well, something got
you wet and hot. So what was it?”
“I don’t…let me go, Zach.”
He leaned even closer. “No way.”
Her throat moved in a convulsive
swallow. “Why? Why are you doing this?”
“Because I know what you’re
thinking.”
“No. Trust me, you have no clue
what I’m thinking.”
“Yes, I do. You have a plan.
You’ve made up your mind about what happens next. But you forget, Bethany. I’m
a much better negotiator than you could ever be. And for me, there’s only one
way this ends. You. Becoming mine. In every way.”
“So you planned this. All of it,”
she accused, her voice breaking as he pushed deeper inside her. “You met with
Sheena and Gary yesterday, didn’t you? That’s why they were acting so weird at
work.”
“Yes.” He may have had some
doubts before about what he was doing. But now he’d kissed her again, now her
sweet, wet pussy pulsed around his finger, he regretted nothing.
“Why?”
“Access.”
“Access? To me?”
He bit lightly on her earlobe and
delighted in her shudder. “Of course.”
“But like this? How could you?”
The raw hurt finally penetrated his fog of lust. He drew back and looked down
at her.
Confusion and a hint of despair
grappled with her desire, causing her eyes to darken. He hated seeing that.
“You told me you’d never lie to
me.” Her voice was dark with accusation.
He tensed. “How have I lied to
you?” he demanded.
“What the hell do you call this?
Barreling your way into my work life just to get what you want?”
He slid another finger in, felt
her stretch deliciously around him. Jesus, at this rate he would blow his load
as shamelessly as he’d blown it the other night on her bedroom floor. He fought
the tightening in his groin. No way was he losing control that quickly
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