Page 33 of Taboo

She said it in the upper-class English prissy tone of hers that made him hot. With most women, it would be a turn off. With her…fuck, he wanted to strip her down and eat her delicious pussy. He was a sick, sick man.

“Oh, darlin’,” he said, allowing his gaze to drift down to her breasts and back up again. “I know you areallwoman.”

Her eyes flared—whether in irritation or in arousal he didn’t care. What he cared about was that sweet scent of her, and how it felt to push deep inside of her with the taste of her need on his tongue. God, this woman had him twisted up inside.

She drew in a deep breath and he watched the way her pulse pounded in her neck. She licked her lips and he followed the motion, unable not to. This woman had said she wanted space between them, but he was ignoring that. Which made him an ass. He needed to get his dick back under control, but it was almost impossible around her.

He cupped her face, giving her time to say no, to deny the fact he knew her panties were dripping wet in anticipation. He pressed his mouth against hers, then slipped his hand down, brushing his fingers over her nipples, then easing down further.

Pulling back just and inch, he said, “Lift your skirt up, Jules.”

She shivered against him, as if trying to fight the need to do as he asked. But she did, his cock aching at her compliance. He started kissing her again and pressed his hand against her panty clad pussy. Fuck, she was hot and wet, and it would be so easy to slip inside of her and fuck her against the door.

He eased the sheer fabric aside and cupped her sex, enjoying the little hitch in her breath. He slipped a finger inside her and his eyes almost rolled back in his head. Her muscles clamped tight on his digit. He kissed his way over to her earlobe, taking it between his teeth and tugging on it as he added another finger to her pussy.

“Oh, you are definitely lying to yourself if you say you don’t want me.”

“I never said that. I said that I shouldn’t…we shouldn’t.”

That told him all he needed to know. She’s a woman who had kept her needs on lockdown and now that their time together unleashed it, Jules was having issues with trying to get herself back under control. He knew he couldn’t fuck her, but he wanted to prove to her that there was nothing bad about what they did. That she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He pressed his thumb against her pulsing clit.

“You know you like this, right? Not because I’m good with my hands, but because you know that people are just outside this door. You probably wanted a good hard fuck in the elevator the night we met, didn’t you?”

She didn’t answer his whispered question, so he stopped moving his fingers and she growled.

“Tell me. You wanted to fuck in the elevator, didn’t you? Wanted me to slam my hard cock into this perfect little kitty and make you come. Just the thought someone might see us makes you wet.”

There was a long second, their breathing the only sound in the office. Then finally, “Yes.”

He pulled back because he heard shame in her voice. “Don’t be ashamed.”

She opened her mouth, but he pressed his lips against her and stole inside as he started to move his fingers again. He broke the kiss and leaned closer so he could whisper once more.

“Think about it, Jules. People are walking by and any of them could figure out what we’re doing in here.” Her muscles contracted around his finger and his fingers were dripping with her need.

“Definitely a naughty girl, aren’t you, Jules. Right now, you want to fuck my hand and come all over my fingers. Do it.”

She was already coming. He kissed her, muffling her cry of completion as she rode his hand, her muscles clamping tight around his fingers. When he looked down at her, she opened her eyes slowly, the glaze of her recent pleasure making him more than happy with his morning.

Alek slipped his hand from her panty and captured her gaze. He licked his fingers, watching as her eyes widened and she licked her lips.

“What…what about you?”

He shook his head. He wanted to take her, to bend her over the desk and fuck her until they both couldn’t stand, but he knew better than to tempt fate.

“We’ll just call this…to be continued.”

She sighed as he eased her skirt down. Stepping back, he made sure she looked okay.

“I have to go. We’re flying back to Oahu this afternoon.”

He nodded as he cupped her face and kissed her, enjoying the taste of her mouth, the press of her lips against his, the way their tongues tangled.

“And, please, Alek. No more of this. You are…” she sighed and in that one little sound he heard it all. Her regret, her need…it twisted his heart. He knew she had been through the ringer earlier this year, but he hadn’t realized how much it had affected her life.

“Tell you what. I’ll agree to no more touching until you tell me I can.”

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