Page 35 of His Lucky Babygirl

Wes nodded, taking a pen and scratching items off his list. “Yeah, I can be here and I think Jordan will be around to do it with me.”

“Perfect. Was there anything that needed to be ordered besides the standard list?”

“It’s time for a new round of shop towels.”

“Okay, done.” She looked through her notes, marking her sheet. “Oh, new quarter reminder for advertising. I sent you the reports, you can adjust as you see fit.”

Wes pressed his hands against the desk. “I swear little girl, I’d be lost without you.”

“Oh stop.” Her belly fluttered beneath his stare.

He walked away from the desk and returned with two bottles of water. Wes stood in front of Melody sitting on the desk. He cracked open a bottle and handed it to her.

Melody drank a third of the bottle before replacing the cap and setting it next to her on the desk. “Thank you.”

Wes closed the gap between them. He adjusted her on the desk and pressed his arms on either side of her hips. He loomed over her and she countered the space and leaned against the desk.

Melody’s lips hovered near his and she ached to kiss him but she wouldn’t move first. After the second session, it felt like an unspoken limit. A line of intimacy he didn’t want to cross. At all or only her, she didn’t know the answer.

“Wes.”

“Hmm,” he murmured softly, leaning in and kissing her collarbone. His lips were warm against her skin. He pressed his teeth into her shoulder and she stilled for a movement, basking in the feral attention.

Melody squirmed beneath him, his teeth firm against her neck and she struggled to close her thighs but he stood between them.

Wes pulled the collar of her shirt, exposing the curve of her shoulder. His nips grow with intensity. Melody moaned into his neck, hiding her face.

“Wes…This isn’t Vegas,” she reminded him. Her fingers gripped onto his shoulders, keeping him close. “I thought t-this stayed in the playroom…”

“Can’t help it, buttercup.”

“Wes?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you ever going to kiss me?” she blurted, her face flushing red.

“It would be inappropriate.”

She snorted at the audacity of his words. “We've long passed inappropriate.”

Melody met his eyes and licked her bottom lip. She was aching to know if his kiss tasted as good as his cum…

He sunk his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back. “If I have you, I’ll never let you go. I can’t have just one taste of you.” Wes leaned in, his lips almost close to feel. “My pretty little addiction.”

Melody’s fingers dug into his shoulders and she pressed her chest against his. “I need it.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, leaning in and closing the distance between them. “Wes, I want it.” Her green eyes widened with need. “I need you.”

“You make it so hard to resist you." Wes cupped her face and she was rewarded with the first electrifying touch of his kiss.

His mouth moved in sync with hers. His tongue melded with hers in a knowing dance.

His hands trailed down her back, grabbing her ass and lifting her off the counter to pull her even closer.

Melody twined her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to feed off of his body heat. She playfully nipped his bottom lip, holding his head in her hands. Her fingers sunk into the dark salt and pepper strands.

Wes groaned against her mouth. “Fuck, Melody.”

“Yes, please.”

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