Page 85 of Sweets and Sycamores
Dominic shoved the chair aside and got to fixing his perfectly fine desk, pounding unnecessary nails into it.
“Dom?” Allie’s singsongy voice sent a thrill down his spine.
“Up here.”
Footsteps filled the silence and matched his racing heart with each thud, and then… Then she stood there, smiling at him, bewitchingly beautiful and sexy.
“Morning. I made coffee,” Allie said, hooking her thumb and pointing downstairs.
Dom dropped the hammer, slid out from under the desk, then slowly unfurled to his full height. Allie wore a soft white sweater paired with a short purple skirt and the long boots from the wedding. Her hair was loose and drowning her in the best way, draped around her shoulders and chest. The stone rings she rarely wore gleamed in the light on her slim fingers, and the crescent moon necklace was hidden under her clothes.
He never thought he would be jealous of the jewelry touching her skin.
“Dom?”
“Mmm?” He closed the distance between them.
“Coffee?” Allie breathed, weaker than before. Her lips parted, dark chocolate eyes fixed on him with an intensity that choked him.
“Let me.”
“Wh—”
“Let me,” he begged. “Kiss you.”
Dominic would have given anything to steal that tiny gasp of air that left her lips. Then Allie placed her hands on his chest, lining her body with his.
“When have I not let you?”
Dominic was upon her before all her words were out. He crushed his mouth against hers, one hand cupping her cheek while the other snaked around her waist and pulled her into him. Allie’s heart raced frantically, barely grasping the fact that she was kissing her boss. She gave herself to him, trusting Dom to lead her where they both wanted to go.
He parted her lips with ease, sliding his hot tongue into her mouth. Allie whimpered, and he squeezed her to him, deepening the kiss. She matched his desperate pace, feeding a need of her own. It was hot and hungry, and everything she never knew she needed.
Dom’s hand trailed down to her neck, over her collarbone, and she was ready to rip the sweater open to feel his touch against her skin. Her arms hung around his shoulders, one hand fisting the loose locks at the base of his neck.
Dominic groaned.
He grabbed her ass and hoisted her up, her legs hooking around his hips. Dominic moved swiftly, as if she were featherlight, and set her on the desk. The shift put a small distance between them, and Allie whined, tugging him closer by his shirt. Dom chuckled against her lips, hands moving to her waist, down her legs, slowly pushing her skirt up.
“I’ve wanted to see this for so long,” he panted, voice strained and raspy. Allie had no idea what he was talking about, but she was ready to show him anything. Everything.
His palm traveled up her thigh as if he had all the time in the world, revealing her tattoo. Dom turned questioning eyes to her, heavy with yearning.
“It goes around your thigh?” he asked, and Allie nodded. “What is it?”
“It’s an olive branch,” she forced the words through her winded breaths, “with…with small peonies.”
Dom’s fingers contoured it gently, revering the ink. He grinned, a charming, wicked thing, and lowered himself between her legs.
“Tell me about it,” Dom ordered. But his mouth closed around the soft skin of her thigh as he trailed each leaf with his tongue. Allie gripped the edge of the desk so hard her palms hurt. She focused the last fragment of her mind that was not lost to pleasure on keeping her from screaming his name. “Tell me,” Dom growled and bit her inner thigh, then sucked and licked the spot in consolation.
“Dom, p-please.” Allie was a mess, completely at his mercy, and Dom… Dom was kissing around her thigh with the leisure of a man who had years to do only this. He wouldn’t stop until she told him something, and Allie forced that intact piece of her brain that threatened to crumble to find an answer for him. “It’s for peace,” she managed. “So I always lead…with…p-peace.”
He looked up at her through his lashes and smiled against her leg.
“Good girl.” Dom stood up, hands roaming over the sides of her body and setting her on fire, until one settled under her skirt and the other on her face. His thumb pressed on her lower lip, craving green eyes drilling into her. “Where are the other ones?”
“Other…” She was drunk on him, feeling that last lucid piece giving in to the strong lust.
