Page 303 of Small Town Firsts
He tipped back his head. “Dammit, I know that. Do you think I love knowing…what I know about my own father and that this dirty laundry has been aired to a virtual stranger?”
That hurt. It shouldn’t have, but it did. It was no more than I’d just said a moment ago, but still, it felt different. All because my emotions and this ridiculous bit of lust were tangled.
I was a live and let live sort about most things. Except adultery. That was a hardnoin my book.
Not after all the things I’d seen in my life.
“Please, Miss—Ryan.”
I huffed out a breath and sailed across the room to his office. “Five minutes.”
He caught up with me and blocked the door. “I believe you owe me at least twenty.”
“Is that right?” I pushed him out of the way and rushed into his inner sanctum with him right behind me. Too close for comfort. “Shove your twenty minutes up that tight ass of yours. The meter is running.”
“Sit down, Ryan. And calm down.”
I whirled to face him as the door thudded shut at his back. “I don’t want to calm down.”
There was too much energy between us. The space was too small. I wanted to peel my damn skin off or…
What the hell. I was leaving anyway.
I grabbed his face and dragged him in, slanting my mouth across his. He went as still as stone and then those crazy-powerful arms locked around me. He hauled me up onto my toes and took the kiss from quick and annoyed to dark, carnal craving.
Every hair on my body lifted and buzzed as he owned my mouth. One of his arms anchored along my lower back as he fisted my curls with his other hand. He tipped my head back and literallyplundered.
I’d read about it. But the actuality of it?
Beyond my wildest fantasy.
Flames didn’t begin to cover it. We were a conflagration of lit wands lighting up the night sky. My arm hooked around his muscled shoulders. What the hell was he hiding under his suits?
There was no air between us. The flames had sucked it all up. Oxygen was at a premium, and I couldn’t comprehend why I needed it. I just wanted more ofthis.More of this light filling me up enough that it seemed like it was going to burst out of my pores.
Finally, he ripped his mouth from mine and went right for my neck. His teeth scraped down my shoulder as he pushed at my lightweight jacket.
“Preston.”
We had to stop.
Nope, wait, maybe after…mercy.How did he know how to do that with his tongue? I definitely had slotted him as lights out missionary sex.
Wait.
“Preston.”
“Ryan.” He pushed aside the strap of my sundress and nibbled his way along my shoulder. “Your skin is like the finestsilk. And I have no idea what your scent is, but I want it inside me.”
It was getting harder to remember why this was a bad idea. I was leaving. Who cared if I walked away with some truly excellent desk sex as my exit package, right?
“What a way to get fired.” I slipped my fingers into his thick dark hair.
“Fired?” He lifted his head and met my gaze. His eyes were a little lost, a lot blurry. I kinda liked him this way. All mussed up and letting loose.
I licked my tingling lips. “Yeah.” I undid his suit jacket and slipped my hand inside and around to his back. I absorbed all the warmth pulsing from beneath his dress shirt, and then I inched down to grab his truly excellent ass. Tight in all the best ways right now. I groaned at the very impressive length of his cock trying to break out of his Brooks Brothers pants against my belly. “Best exit interview ever.”
“What?” He pulled back.
