Page 26 of Redeem Me

‘You’re supposed to behave yourself,’ I growl, ‘and stop fucking tempting your boss with dresses that show the swell of your perfect tits.’

‘Is that any way to speak to your employee?’ Her rosy lips twist like she’s biting back a smirk. We’re way beyond the simplicity of a working relationship.

‘Is that any way to dress for work?’ My fingers itch to touch her.

‘Technically, I’m off the clock.’ She juts her chin out defiantly.

Brat. I’ve a good mind to put her over my knee.

‘You seem determined to drag me off the straight and narrow.’ I step closer, against my better judgement, and get a whiff of her feminine scent – pomegranate perfume and whatever lotion she puts on her flawless, satiny skin.

‘I’m not the one who putmyhand in your underwear,’ shereminds me, sending my mind straight back to the memory of her sweet, dripping heat.

‘More’s the pity.’ My cock strains against my pants. The wine. I can only blame the wine.

‘Let me.’ She places a hand on my chest. It sears my skin even through my shirt.

‘It’s never going to happen.’ I reach up and grip her wrist, but can’t quite bring myself to drag her hand away. Not when it feels so fucking good to be touched.

‘You know why I wanted to go out tonight?’ Fire dances in her pupils.

‘I got the general idea.’ I scowl. Jealousy leaks into my stomach. What is this woman doing to me? Still. I don’t let her wrist go.

‘I wanted someone to take the edge off because I’ve got this insanely hot boss, who I’m stuck sharing a house with, and every time he walks in the room, I ruin a fresh pair of panties.’

She swallows, and my eyes are drawn to her long, elegant neck. What I wouldn’t do to run my tongue over it. To sink my teeth into her skin and mark her as mine, to Jared and to every other man out there. But she’s not mine. And she never can be.

She thought I was tortured before; telling me she’s wet for me is only making it a million times worse. She’s driving me insane.

‘Everytime he walks into the room?’ I’m playing with matches in a mansion made of wood and yet I still can’t stop myself. I lean into her, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs.

‘Every. Single. Time.’ She punctuates each word for effect.

‘Are you wet for me right now?’ The words are out before I can stop them.

‘Yes,’ she whispers, inching closer.

Our faces are millimetres apart. Her breath is my breath.

‘Show me,’ I demand, hating myself, but unable to help myself. The air crackles. Let’s see how brazen she is now.

She hesitates for a beat, then that boldness kicks in again. She keeps one hand on my chest, while the other one disappears beneath her dress. Her eyelids drift close for a split second, and she hisses out a tiny breath that transforms my blood to molten lava.

Shifting on her feet, she reopens her eyes and raises her hand up like she’s about to take an oath. The glistening slickness on the tip of her middle finger is enough to make me break one.

I lean forwards and run my tongue over her finger, tasting her arousal. She pulls in a sharp breath as I take her fingertip in my mouth and suck it clean. She tastes like the world’s most decadent dessert, and I’m starving for her.

I need more.

‘I’m going to take that edge off for you, once and once only.’

What the fuck am I doing?

‘Thank God, or I’ll be forced to sneak out of the bedroom window later.’ She wets her lips, and my gaze drops to that criminally enticing mouth. That perfect Cupid’s bow that’s begging to be licked.

I don’t kiss her, though. This isn’t about romance. It’s about satiating her need.

‘Don’t thank God, thank me. And as for the window, I dare you to try.’ I pin her against the wall with my hips and she gasps.

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