Page 33 of One Last Time?
Shit.
The same fucking thing was happening now as we stared at each other. Her looking at me like she wanted me, and me wanting her so badly it was screwing with my mind.
She stepped closer, and that was it. All it took. The closeness wasn’t even that close, but it was a step closer to me.
I reached out and touched her cheek, running my finger along the smooth silk of her skin. She responded by lifting her head so I could continue the path down her elegant neck and down to her cleavage. She closed her eyes for a few moments, and a soft whimper of a moan hummed from her lips.
When she opened her eyes, she pressed her dainty hands to my chest. Dainty hands with perfectly manicured fingernails the same light rose pink as her nipples. I’d indulged in her perfect, perky tits long enough last night to describe them in full clarity, with my eyes shut.
The thought made me drop the stack of papers, cup her face, and lower my lips to her delicious ones.
Every time I kissed her, it felt different. It could have been a hundred times a day, and each time would feel different to me. This time, the kiss was filled with want and desire.
Not need. I’d had need last night. There was a difference. Need was having her because I felt like I wouldn’t be able to take my next breath without feeling her lips on mine.
Want was kissing her because I was selfish. I was selfish. I’d allowed the carnal desire that seduced me to take over, and I didn’t want to stop. Nothing could make me stop. Not the threat of losing what I’d worked so hard for, and not even the possibility of disappointing Dad.
Nothing.
Resist…
No.
I’d never had the option.
I filled my palms with her breasts and squeezed hard, loving that I could feel the weight of her massive globes in my hands. Running my fingers over the tight, taut peaks of her nipples hardened my cock in an instant.
All I could think about was having her right here. Taking her against the wall in the corner.
But… we couldn’t do that. The door was closed but not locked; anyone could walk in. She also had those floor-to-ceiling glass windows around the majority of the office. Great view of the city and surroundings for the person looking out. But with all the things I wanted to do to her, the people outside looking in would have gotten the R-rated version of us best reserved for a porn channel.
I angled her face to deepen the kiss, and my gaze landed on the door to the built-in closet. Triumph surged through me, allowing me to leave her mouth for the few seconds it would take to get her inside the closet.
Thank fuck the walls were real walls inside.
I closed the little door and reached for her.
“I’m sorry. This can be my fault. I’ll take the blame for sleeping with you again.” She winced, placing little kisses on my neck.
“Like fuck you will. It’s my fault. One more time, Taylor. One more time.” I didn’t allow her to answer. I captured her mouth and swept my tongue into the hot recesses of her sexy mouth. That sexy mouth I’d had all over me last night and just hours ago.
Her hands roamed over my chest, exploring me, tugging at my shirt. I loved that she did that. I loved that she wanted to touch me as badly as I wanted to touch her.
While she undid the buttons on my shirt, I pulled her top over her head and ripped off her sheer bra, tearing into the material. Her breasts bobbled with her nipples tight and taut, begging me to taste.
I had to oblige.
Pinning her against the wall, I alternated between sucking one breast then the other. Just that. Sucking and tasting, licking and lapping. I knew her body well enough now to know if I continued like that for a few more minutes, her sweet pussy would be wet for me.
That was exactly what I did and couldn’t have felt more like I hit the fucking jackpot when I parted her legs and pushed my fingers inside her entrance. She was so wet it aroused me further, and that need to taste her took me, overtaking my mind with the wild need. Need that came for me with a ferocious desire to make this woman mine.
I slid two fingers inside her, moving backwards and forwards, in and out, smiling like an idiot because I loved her reaction. Her writhing against my hand as more of that sweet nectar flowed from her, her grabbing her breasts as I sucked the nipples from the impact of all of it.
One more time…
I would take everything I wanted, which included her leaving the skirt and the heels on.
I pulled away from her, leaving her gasping, and rolled her skirt up to her hips. Her panties I rolled down her legs and tossed to the side.
