Page 68 of Wild Blades

She fiddles with her fingers in her lap. “I feel a connection.”

“A connection?”

“A spark.”

“A spark?”

She looks annoyed that I am repeating her words like a stunned parrot.

“Do you feel it, Wade?”

I grab her hand, and she inhales a sharp breath when I place her palm over my now hard cock. “I think that answers your question. My cock likes you. A lot.” Shouldn’t have done that and it’s not just my cock that likes her, my entire body does and my heart beats in my chest like a mariachi band every time she’s near. I swear my brain already thinks she’s mine because it can’t stop thinking about her. I want her morning smiles, vacations, and to set that fucking giggle she does when she laughs at her own jokes as my ringtone. I’m addicted to everything about her.

And that heart of hers is so fucking kind. When I’m with her she makes everything feel better. She makesmefeel better and lighter. Happy.

My dick grows harder. I reallyshouldn’t have placed her hand on it.

“Oh.” I have a sneaky suspicion that Kali isn’t used to someone like me. I’m up front, direct about what I want, and ifI want something, I get it. She’s an exception to the rule. I can’t have her and can’t take what I so desperately want.

I try hard to engage my logical brain. “If I want to keep my job, I need to stay focused, Kali. We have a job to do.” I groan when she rubs my length over my boxers. “Fuck that’s good.” I buck my hips and roll into her touch as my resistance dissolves.

“Focus,” Kali murmurs, her grip tightening around my shaft as she moves off the barstool and stands.

I rest my forehead on hers and close my eyes. “Focus,” I growl, finding it difficult to do so.

Hooking her fingers inside the elasticated waistband on my boxers, she eases them down, allowing my cock to spring free. I help her, tugging them the rest of the way so they pool at my ankles.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” The words quietly fall from her lips as she wraps her hand around my shaft and slowly moves her fist up and down, pumping with the perfect amount of pressure.

“We shouldn’t.” My voice is heavy with lust.

“Definitely not.”

The way she’s stroking me feels so fucking good, and I grab onto her hips and dig my fingertips into her denim-covered flesh.

“We should stop.” I groan, not meaning a word of it. “I’m no good for you. I’m a fuck up. I…” I can’t concentrate when she’s stroking me with her soft hands. “Fuck yeah, just like that, baby.” I peel open my eyelids to discover she’s watching me. Her breath ghosting my face as we stand forehead to forehead.

I drop my gaze and watch as she smears the precum that’s leaking like a tap from my slit over the head of my cock. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Kali.” My balls tighten as she touches me, pleasure flooding every inch of my body.

“You have a beautiful cock, Wade.” Rubbing her thumb over my slit down the thick vein of my shaft, she does this over and over again, teasing me.

She lifts her thumb to her mouth and licks the precum from it. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks every last drop, and I get a visual of what she would look like doing that to my cock.

“Tastes good.” She hums.

“Fucking hell, Kali.”

She goes back to stroking me up and down with a firm hold, which I love.Just another few strokes. That’s all… then we’ll stop…

With her other hand, she cups my balls, squeezes them a little, then gives them a tug. Fuck being gentle. I want her to squeeze my cock until I’m roaring her fucking name. It’s been so long since a woman I care about has touched me. I might come in thirty seconds.

It suddenly dawns on me that I care about her. A lot. More than I want to.

More than I should.

“We should stop,” I say again, not sounding one bit sincere as I stare at her.

Our chests move in and out at the same time, breath for breath, our mouths dropped open in pleasure.

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