A thumb slides against my panties, up to my clit then back down. I’m so wet that my fabric sticks to me where he presses. Up then down. He’s so concentrated on what his hands can do, and I’m so fascinated by his clear determination, I’m not sure either of us takes a breath. And then a breeze from the overhead fan blows across my center, making me shiver.
The movement causes him to look up, eyes connecting with mine. For a flash of a second, I think he might grow a conscience and stop. Panic licks through me. I roll my hips, drawing his focus back to my soaked center. “Put your mouth on me, Anderson.” I’m breathing so hard, I’m surprised I can even get the words out. “Do it now because this is the last chance you’ll get.”
Fear strikes in his expression. His eyes glow with anger. Then he rips my panties to the side, dives beneath my skirt, and feasts on me like it’s his last supper. Between his eager tongue and my glistening excitement, I’m completely drenched, making for an epic slip and slide courtesy of his mouth. And what a fine mouth it is.
My head tosses back as I suck in a deep breath while fighting off wave after wave of my pending release. I can feel the build of months, years, of being starved for affection in this way. No man has ever put his mouth on me down there and earned my orgasm. But Anderson just might.
He’s ravishing me like I’m his queen. Licking the length of my slit, teasing my clit, and then sucking me into his mouth. He growls against me, torturing me slowly before feeding me two thick fingers. I’m stretched full, bursting at the seams and dying for more. Aching for him. I lift my dress to watch him, which was clearly a mistake. His eyes are closed as his tongue flicks against me, fast like butterfly wings in motion.
“Where did this come from?” I say, fighting through lost breath.
“I’ve had years to think about all the things I want to do to you,” he murmurs against me. “You’ll need to excuse my eagerness. I’m only getting started.” He dives back in, flicking and sucking me faster than before.
It’s impossible to stop the next wave of orgasm. It crashes through me, detonating so fast and so hard that I’m convulsing against his mouth, my entire body shaking as a scream rips from my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, breathless. “You taste better than I thought you would.”
The sound of a belt slipping through the loops comes next. Then the sound of metal teeth unzipping. Lastly, the sound of heavy material hitting the floor.
I’m still convulsing when he pulls me down onto his lap, his cock hard and planted right where I’m thoroughly soaked. His mouth greets mine firmly, kissing me so hard and deep that I can taste myself.
He lifts his hips like he’s fighting his way through his briefs, and he won’t stop until he’s inside me. Instinctively, I start to grind, wanting more of the friction. Wanting nothing more than to fuck this man into tomorrow to repay him for the best damn orgasm of my life.
“Fuck me, Anderson,” I moan. My fingers slide through his thick hair as I rock against him again. He’s so big. I don’t need to see him to know, not with the way he’s nudging against me, but I’ll die if I don’t get to feel him inside me. “Please.”
He growls and reaches for my panties then pulls them apart and shreds the delicate fabric with one go. He crumples them in his fist and tucks them into his shirt pocket before reaching back down to grip my ass. He rocks me harder, faster, not stopping until my mind feels like it’s going to explode.
“Anderson, I’m going to…” The words aren’t even fully out before my body is exploding again.
A smile tips his lips before he kisses me again. His mouth slides to my ear. “Trust me, there’s nothing I want more than to fuck you. Tell me you’re mine. Before I have you, I need to know there’s no one else.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as every ounce of guilt I feel gets pushed aside by what I want most. I want Anderson. I’ve always wanted Anderson. “I’m yours,” I say on a breath. I pull back to look him into his eyes. “I’ve always been yours. I lied about having a boyfriend.”
He pulls back slightly. “What the fuck?”
“There’s still someone. It’s just a fling, but he wants more.”
His eyes light up with hope. “So you’ll end things.”
My frown feels heavy. “It’s… complicated.”
Rage forms on his face. “What’s so complicated about this, Hope? We want to be together. You don’t have to give up a single thing. I wouldn’t make you do that. Seattle isn’t far from here. I’ll come to you every chance I get, and you can come here. We’ll make it work.”
I think about my job, my new life, and the fact that ending things with Dexter comes with losing everything. I can’t imagine him wanting to keep me around the office if he knows the truth. But how can I continue with Dexter if it’s so easy for me to fall back in love with another man?
I cup Anderson’s face and stare deeply into his eyes. “Please, just give me some time. You owe me that much.”
He sighs and buries his head in my chest. “Time. So much time has already been stolen from us. I don’t want to wait any longer… but I will.” He looks back up then touches his lips to mine. “I’ll wait as long as you need.”
I kiss him again, this time slower, committing each inch of his lips to memory until I’m lost in him all over again. I don’t even know how long we stay there, the residue of my release soaking his still-engorged length. But I’ll never forget the chime that comes through the speakers, turning our heads toward movement captured on the security camera. I especially will never forget the sight of Dexter’s Mercedes… pulling into a parking space in the front lot.
Chapter Thirteen
ANDERSON
“Shit,” Hope cries out, peeling her body from me. “That’s my boss.” She jumps to her feet and races to retrieve her panties before remembering that I destroyed them, while I get redressed at a much slower rate.
“I take it you didn’t know he was coming.”
She looks like she wants to cry. “No, not at all. He’s supposed to be on a plane to California right now.”
I frown, noting the strangeness of it all. Is that what these bigwig city businesses are all about? Surprise drop-ins on their employees to keep them on their toes? I watch Hope fly around the room then check her hair and makeup. Apparently, her boss’s tactic works wonders, but I can’t imagine ever being that type of leader.
A chuckle leaves my throat. “You don’t have to be so nervous. I’ll make sure to tell him what a fantastic job you’re doing. Again.” I tilt my head, realizing I know the name of the agency she works for but not her boss’s name. “He called me after you and I had dinner last night and I raved about you. What’s his name again?”
Hope puts down her phone that she was using as her mirror and sighs. “Dexter Van Clark.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at that name. “Let me guess. The third?”
She stifles a laugh. “The fourth, actually.”
A groan fills my throat. “Great. At least I know what I’m dealing with. Can’t wait to meet the guy,” I mutter dryly. I don’t like to see her all freaked out like this. “Why don’t I go out there and greet him so I can get in a few glowing remarks about you?”