Page 24 of The Cask

I moaned as his tongue parted my lips.

My hands gripped his shirt and pulled it from his pants. When my fingers slid across his bare skin for the first time, I felt his breathing hitch.

He pulled out of the kiss slowly. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, savoring the taste of him. When I let my lashes flutter open, I found him staring at me.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispered, running his thumb over my bottom lip before kissing me again.

I gazed up at him. “What are you doing tome?”

I’d never been kissed like that in my life.

His mouth hovered over mine. “There’s something about you.”

“What is it?”

“Everything.” After giving me a peck, he created a little space between us. “I need more time with you.”

I looked over at the clock. “I feel the same way.” Slipping my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, the jacket started to fall from his frame. “I didn’t expect you to kiss me…” I licked my lips. “And now that you have, I want more.”

He glanced at the clock. “I have to be at my meeting in five minutes.” His eyes dipped to my breasts and he shook his head. “And I need to cool off.”

I let my hands coast down his muscular body and lingered at his belt. “What do you mean?”

He let out a low chuckle. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Holding his gaze, I brushed against the bulge in his pants. “Is that what you mean?” I asked breathily.

Well damn!My lips parted when I noticed how big his dick felt. My hand continued to survey the area.Is this all him?

Groaning, he grabbed my face and crashed his mouth into mine. “What are you doing to me?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me.”

Our arms wrapped around each other and we kissed with reckless abandon. There were a couple of times when I lost track of the plan and found myself wondering if I still had condoms in my desk drawer.

Omari broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. “Ebony,” he whispered. His let out a deep breath before taking a step back.

I cocked my head to the side. “Yes?”

He chuckled lightly. Tucking his shirt into his pants, he grabbed his jacket. “You—”

His phone rang, interrupting him.

Digging it out of his jacket pocket, he glanced at the clock. I noticed Kim Lowe’s name flashing across the screen and I smiled.

“Shit, I have to go. My meeting started a minute ago.” He stuffed the phone back in his pocket as it was still ringing. “I’m sorry to run like this.”

“I understand,” I told him, watching him straighten his clothing and adjust himself. “I have a couple of things I have to do before dinner tonight anyway.” I grabbed my stuff and followed him out of my office.

“Don’t forget to text me your address,” he said as I was locking my door.

“I won’t,” I assured him as he allowed me to go up the steps before him. “I’ll do it right now.”

“Your phone is dead.”

Shit!I cursed myself for the slip up.

“Yes. Yes, it is. I meant as soon as I charge it,” I replied quickly as his phone started ringing again.

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