Page 53 of Double Fault

I wiggle on the couch, trying not to think about what those hands might feel like on my skin.

I’m not attracted to my boss. He’s grumpy and intolerable most of the time.

I’m simply desperate for some attention between the sheets. It’s been way too long. Even longer since I was with a man who had even the slightest idea what he was doing. By the way Noah moves on the court, in tune with every part of himself, I have a feeling he’d be incredible.

Dammit. Iamattracted to him, annoyingly so, no matter how much I want to deny it.

The couch dips, startling me, and my thoughts fly away like a disturbed flock of pigeons.

“What are you doing?”

He holds out a fork, dark lashes shadowing the tops of his cheekbones in the blue glow of the TV screen. “Getting a bite. Would you prefer I tasted you instead?”

My heart leaps into my throat and my mouth goes dry. I should be angry, even disgusted. He’s my boss, after all. Instead, I find myself leaning in, like I’m daring him to do it. Like Iwanthim to.

Do I want him to?

Yeah, I do.

But where the hell is this coming from? Is he sleep-walking?

He swallows audibly, his eyes roaming my face.

My heart is a staccato beat, and warmth pools low in my belly.

When his nose brushes mine, all the air is sucked from the room, and when he exhales, his breath fanning across my lips, my body trembles.

“Sabrina?” he whispers, his tone pure grit, his focus flicking from eyes to my lips and back again. “Yes or no?”

“Y-Yes.”

The word has barely escaped me when his lips are on mine. His big hand practically swallows my cheek whole, tilting my head back so he can slot his mouth over mine. This is no simple peck. This is a devouring.

It’s full of pent-up passion I truly couldn’t have imagined Noah feeling for me.

This is the kind of kiss a girl dreams about but rarely gets.

Every kiss I’ve ever had pales in comparison. We’re both fully clothed, not touching below the neck, and already, I worry Noah’s ruined me for all future men.

He lets out a low, sultry sound, and my pussy clenches in response. His tongue seeks mine and I part my lips.

You’re kissing your boss!

Logic and common sense prod at me, but I shush them and focus solely on the way it feels to have this man’s hot mouth on mine.

He releases my face and takes the cheesecake from my lap. Without pulling back, he chucks it behind him.

“Not the cheesecake,” I groan against his lips. “That was yummy.”

“Fuck the cheesecake.” Hands now on my hips, he pulls me onto his lap.

A moan escapes me when I register the thick, hard length beneath me.

“I can get you another one.”

He pulls back and stares at me, chestnut eyes nearly black in the darkened room. With a thumb, he brushes the curve of my cheek, then hooks his fingers under my chin and pulls me back in for a kiss. This one is slower. Softer.

I splay my hands over his bare chest, soaking in the heat of his skin and relishing the firm muscles beneath it, and rock my hips into him.

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