Page 81 of Imperfections Seduced
I’m in the lion’s den, all right, and he’s in charge. I turn back around and look out the window. I’m trying not to remember me and him doing things we had no business doing in the first place. I hear his footsteps on the floor behind me. He stops so close behind me I can feel the heat of his body on me.
“Cat, I want you. I know you want me too.”
I’m frozen still where I stand, and all the alarms in my head and body go off at the exact same time. If he touches me, I don’t know what I’m going to do. He walks around me, and I step back to put some space between us, but he doesn’t stop. He backs me up against the desk until I’msitting; putting his arms on either side of me, I’m trapped by his powerful arms. I close my eyes and feel his breath on my face, and I can’t lie, I want him—but I have to fight it.
“We can’t do this again, Nick!” He’s so close I can smell him, and oh my God, he smells incredibly edible.
“Why not?” he says, a breath away from me, his voice low and husky.
“You know why not.”
“We can do anything we want to do.”
He leans into me, and I open my eyes as he brushes the side of his face against mine. My breath catches and I swallow hard when I feel his tongue slide over the edge of my ear. I put my hand on his arms to steady myself.
His hands on my thighs, he pulls me down to the edge of the desk, spreads my legs apart, and moves between them. I bite down on my lip, hard. He looks into my eyes, and I’m lost. Once again I’m lost in shades of gray and hues of blue.
“Cat, I want you so bad. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll let you go right now. I’ll let you walk out that door.”
I try to speak, but nothing comes out. He’s right, I want him. I don’t want him to let me go. He moves in, and his eyes drop to my lips.
“Let me help you, Cat. I’m going to make you feel better. I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before when I make you come with my lips between your sweet thighs and my tongue inside you.”
Holy shit! He’s stealing my breath away. The air I need to breathe.
“When I’m done with you, you’re going to forget whoever came before me and any you might even think are going to come after. I’m going to make your wetness rain down all over me, until there’s nothing left.”
Oh My God! I can’t breathe!
He runs the tip of his tongue over my lips, and with one flick, I’m undone. Game over, I’ve lost the fight. I’m wet, and he’s barely touched me. What’s going to happen when he does? He runs the tip of his tongue between the seam of my lips, and I open my mouth to let him in. I moan into his mouth, and he takes it in, sending tingling vibrations all the way down my body to the center of where I need him to be. I’m so wet I feel my panties sticking to me. I grab on to his shoulders when his hand pushes my skirt up and slides into my panties, playing between my legs with my wetness.
Breathing hard, I manage to break away, and my head falls to his shoulders. I’m overwhelmed with what he’s making me feel, and I can’t think with his hand circling between my legs, Oh. My. God. He’s sliding into me with two of his fingers. I bite down hard on my lip so no one can hear me. He runs his tongue up against my neck, and I’m barely able to pant his name.
“Nick, we can’t do this in here. Please don’t make me do this, we can’t.”
“Why not?” he says in a husky voice.
“Someone might see here us, we can’t!” My voice is barely above a whisper. I can’t breathe with his hand between my legs. “The door, what if someone comes in?”
“What’s the name on the building, Cat?”
I can’t speak when he pulls out, thrusting his fingers deep inside of me again, three fingers this time, so deep and hard. He swirls them around in me, massaging my walls. I close my eyes and open my mouth, and the shock of pleasure is so intense I can’t stay still.
“The name on the building, since you can’t talk, is Alexander and Alexander. I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. The only person that’s going to come in here isyou.” His tongue glides from the beating pulse at the base of my neck to my ear. “Say yes, Cat.”
“Yes.”
“Yes who? What’s my name?”
“Yes, Nick, yes.”
I feel myself tightening around his fingers as he breathes into my ear.
“No, not yet. I’m not finished.”
His fingers leave me, and I’m empty. I moan my displeasure. “No, Nick, please,” I practically beg.
“I like to hear that. Say it again.”
