She stands a few feet away from me. Her eyes stay locked on mine. Jacob dribbles. Thwump. Thwump. Her chest heaves, and her lips tighten in a line. Oh, it’s on.
Thunder rumbles in the distance, and the sky starts to grow dark. “Better make this quick.” I flash her a smile. “Wouldn’t want you to get wet.”
Then it begins. Jacob drives the ball to the basket and takes his shot. It bounces off the rim, and I take the rebound. The rest of the game is mostly me against Jacob. Every once in a while, when Jacob passes Adrienne the ball, she moves across the court like she’s the boss. And she is. She’s the motherfucking boss. She jabs me with her shoulder and goes for a three-pointer. Risky shit for someone who has no clue what they’re doing. But this woman, she plays like she’s played every day of her life. Fearless.
Sweat beads on her neck and rolls over her collarbone into that hollow place just above her breastbone. Fuck.
I’m distracted, so Jacob steals the ball and sinks the winning shot just as the rain begins to fall.
Well, shit.
Everyone rushes across the rear parking lot and through the door at the back of the brewery. Hector grabs a stack of bar towels for us to dry off. Adrienne sweeps the towel over her face then down her neck and over her chest. The white fabric of her T-shirt clings to her chest, showing me the perfect peak of her hard nipples.
“I’m going to get you a T-shirt.”
Thankfully, Hector has a stash of different colored Taproom T-shirts in his office for the staff to wear.
Adrienne pulls the fabric from her chest, and as soon as she lets it go, it snaps right back like a magnet. “This one will dry. It’ll be okay.”
“You’re in a room with teenage boys… and Hector. It’s not okay.”
I try to shake the sudden feeling of possessiveness, but the stubborn bastard isn’t going anywhere. Those are my nipples. That’s my body. All. Fucking. Mine.
She wrinkles up her nose. “Ew. I’m practically a mother to these boys.”
“But you’re not their mother. And I was a teenage boy once.”
“And?”
“And I would’ve ruined ten pairs of perfectly good socks thinking about those nipples.” I leave out the part where I’ve already jacked off three times in the past four days thinking about her. I look over to the group of boys gathered around the tables, piling their plates with pizza and chips. “Anybody else need a shirt?” They all shake their heads, and Hector gives me a sideways glance. “It looks like it’s just me and you,” I say to Adrienne with a wink.
The door to Hector’s office closes with a click behind me. Adrienne leans her ass against his desk, feet crossed at the ankle, smug grin on her gorgeous face. I walk over and slowly untie the knot at her side. The bottom of the oversized T-shirt falls loose in a wrinkled mess.
“You’re soaked.”
Her mouth twitches. “So I am.”
My hands glide up the sides of her thighs to the curve of her hips where I bunch the fabric in my fists and slide it off her body. She’s gorgeous like this. Fucking perfection. Her lips parted, chest rising and falling with each anxious breath, and tight little nipples straining against the thin material of her plain white bra.
I’m not a bra guy. I don’t need lace and frills. I’m a tit guy. A nipple guy. I don’t care about the package. Give me what’s underneath.
I trail one finger down her stomach, loving the way my touch sends goosebumps scattering over her skin. When I slide my hand inside the waistband of her yoga pants, she gasps.
“Turn around.”
“The boys are right outside.” Her protest is weak because she still does exactly as I say.
I reach around her and swipe my hand over Hector’s desk, sending an iPad and a shit ton of papers flying to the floor. The iPad knocked over a lamp, sending it clattering with everything else. Thank God the music on the overhead speakers is too loud for anyone to hear what’s going on in here.
She giggles and it’s like angels singing. “Has anyone ever told you you’re destructive?”
Destructive? She hasn’t seen anything yet. I want to destroy her just so I can be the one to put her back together again. I want to drive her insane, to know that every time from this moment on whenever she sees any desk in any office, she only thinks of me. I want to invade all her space, conquer every thought just like she’s done with me.
“My nanny might have mentioned it, but I’d rather not talk about her right now if that’s okay with you.”
Another giggle. Fuck. That giggle.
“Bend over and grab the edge of the desk.”
She peers over her shoulder at me. “Are you sure about this?”
I take a step closer and press my hard-as-stone dick against her ass. “Does it feel like I’m sure?”
She whimpers then bends over, one cheek on the wood surface, both hands gripping an edge, ass in full view. I peel the yoga pants and panties off her then take a step back to admire the perfection that is Adrienne Maddox. This right here is heaven.
I rub the round globes of her ass then slide my fingers between her thighs, dipping into her wetness. She grips the edge of the desk harder. Hold on tight, babygirl. I’m just getting started.
“Let me taste you,” I say as I drop to my knees. “I’ll fucking beg if I have to.”
She lifts her head off the desk and looks at me. “Do it. And if you don’t hurry, I’ll be the one begging.”
Jesus.
I spread her ass cheeks and lick my lips when I see her puckered hole. I bring my tongue to that forbidden spot and she clenches, trying to scoot away from me. Oh no. You’re not going anywhere. On instinct, I bring my palm down hard on her ass. She whimpers, but I see the way her pussy glistens. She likes it. My dirty siren, singing to me with her moans.
Fuck. Me.
I need to taste that, need it like an addict needs a fix. Holding her still with my hands at her hips, I slide the tip of my tongue along her slit. She is fucking drenched. God, I’m about to come in my pants from the simple taste of her. I dip my tongue inside her, and she pushes back with a whine. How long has it been since you’ve had a good tongue-fuck, sweet thing? I bring my hands to her center, using two fingers to spread her wide. Then I thrust my tongue in deeper. Faster. Until she’s shaking. Until I know she’s about to come unhinged. Then I pull back from her and blow a warm breath over her swollen clit.
“Oh, God. Godddddddd.”
She’s still trembling when I lay my body over hers and whisper in her ear. “I want you to break for me.” I brush a finger along the side of her face. “But not yet.”
I unzip my pants and tug them down with my boxer briefs. Then I position the tip at her entrance. She rocks back against me. “Don’t fucking move.”
One inch, one centimeter, and I’ll come all over her sweet ass right now. Then again, would that really be so bad? Covering her with me?
I rub my palm over her firm behind. “One day, I’m going to come all over this.” My hand moves up to her back, trailing up her spine. “All over here.” My fingers lock in her hair. “One day, you’re gonna smell like me.” I lean forward and bite her shoulder. “All of you.”