Page 18 of Three More Shots
Well, I had to finish murdering that bastard with parts from his own bike. “Nope, I’m totally on the hook. All last night did was make me want you that much more.”
“How is that possible?”
Enough of her doubt about me. I spin her around and cup her cheeks as I crouch down so our eyes meet. Hesitation, that I’m going to eliminate once and for all, darkens her eyes as she scans my face. “I checked, and it’s not harassment if it’s consensual. Do you consent to me kissing you?”
Another gasp of breath before she ever so slowly nods her head. “Yes.”
“Good.”
I scoop her up and carry her over to my conference table, loving the morning sun glistening on her exquisite ivory skin and the red highlights threaded through her dark silky hair. I’m gentle when I set her down on the charcoal surface, push up her black skirt, and part her legs, stepping between her thighs. I give her a smile as I caress her shoulders and down her arms, brushing my thumbs over her breasts, straining against her purple blouse. “Do you consent to me sucking your little pink nipples into my mouth?”
Her head shakes, although her body disagrees, arching under my fingertips already responding to me.
“What about your needy pussy? Do you consent to me licking your sweet juices until you come in my mouth like honey?”
“N-no.”
This time, her eyes sink shut with my palms on her thighs, creeping up the hem of her dress as I nibble on her willowy throat. “I think you’re lying. I think you want me to fuck you until you can’t take it. Right here in my office.”
“Steele.”
Her breathless whisper only makes me harder. But her wet panties, when I brush the material with my knuckle, push me over the edge, and I attempt to take her down with me. Damn if she doesn’t push back with her fingers flat and forceful on my lapels.
“Not here.”
I slide my other hand between her shoulder blades and let her dangle backward with only my palm holding her up, enjoying her at my complete and total mercy. “Then, where? When are you going to let me fuck you?”
The shiver of her petite body drives me even more insane, and I can't hold back from stroking the drenched cotton between her legs.
"I don’t know.”
Worry – that I fucking hate that I generate in her – lines her forehead, and she struggles to get out of my clutches.
"We were kidding ourselves that we could make this work. It's just too complicated."
Trying to get my cock and myself under control, I lift her back to a sitting position and cup her disappointed face. "Nothing's complicated about me wanting to fuck you, Corinne."
Her smile's full of bitterness she can't hide and disappointment she accepts, even though I refuse to.
"I know, but I work all day, and I need to be home when Ainsley gets off the bus."
She shakes her head within my hands. Giving up. Crumbling under the doubt always in her mind. Killing me that she can't see the determination in me. Unaware I'm strong enough to overcome her hesitation for both of us.
"There's no one I can trust to babysit her, so we'll never be able to go out, and I just don't–"
"Shhh." I brush over her lips, ceasing the reasons piling one on top of the other and attempting to erect a wall between us. "It's okay. We'll figure something out."
"You deserve someone you can…you can actually date."
"I don’t deserve you,cara, but that doesn't mean I'm not keeping you." My genuine compliment erases some of the sorrow clouding her expression, replaced with an optimism I haven't seen since last night when I was holding her – and want to do again. "You constantly sacrifice yourself for Ainsley, and now you're trying to sacrifice yourself for me. It's time you do something for you. That you get to be put first for a change."
"That's not how motherhood works."
"Well, it does now."
She gives me a smile that fucking takes my breath away, and I earn another hug from my absolute conviction. Two hugs in two days. I guess it's better than nothing.
"If you want to come over again tonight, I'll make you dinner."
