Page 7 of Wham, Bam, Marry Me, Ma’am
I'm a dick. I know it. But self-preservation is necessary for the greater good.
The rest of the day passes with me holed up in my office, waiting for Rachel to head home. At eight-thirty, I poke my headout and her desk appears to be shut down for the day. I head briskly down the hall, typing quickly on my cell as I respond to emails. Without thinking, I step into the elevator as the doors close. I realize my mistake too late.
"I'm going down," Rachel says sweetly, trying to open the elevator doors to let me back out.
"Me too. I'm...going out," I lie, and Rachel nods. I move to the space behind her, eyeing her in the mirrored elevator doors as she absently plays with the ties of her shirt. She glances at me, biting her lip as she shifts from foot to foot.
Clenching my jaw, I imagine pushing her against the wall as I kneel before her to wrap her leg over my shoulder and bury my face between her thighs. It's not the first time I've wondered what she tastes like.
Rachel's cheeks turn red, like she can read my thoughts, and her eyes meet mine in the mirrored doors in front of us. She bites her lip but holds my gaze, and this time, I can't hold back.
"Fuck it." I take a step forward, wrap my arm around her waist, and draw her back toward me.
Rachel's eyes widen, watching me in the reflection. Her chest heaves when I lean over and bury my nose in her hair. She sucks in a breath, turning slightly to give me better access to her neck.Good girl.I run my lips lightly against her skin, barely grazing as she lets out a soft moan.
Emboldened by the lack of blood flow to my brain, I press the swell of my hard cock against her, forcing myself to show restraint instead of rutting against her like some kind of wild animal. The thought of scaring her is the only thing keeping me from a total frenzy.
"Can I kiss you?" I skirt my fingers up her ribcage over the gauzy material of her blouse. Closing my eyes, I wait impatiently for her response, desperate to get even a small taste of her as I inhale her sweet scent.
Rachel's breath catches, a little whimper escaping her, and my cock thickens with the promise of her lips.
I prepare to turn her toward me, but her soft, gentle voice breathes out one word, stopping me dead in my tracks.
"No."
