Page 31 of Lessons in Love
“Everything okay, boss?” Eddie asks.
“Nope.” I mimic Virginia’s answer from a few minutes earlier. I don’t pop thePbecause that would be girly. I do down the whiskey before refilling it though. “Can you bring a Paloma to the office?”
“No problem.” I walk off, but he calls out, “Hey.” I turn back. “She’s hot. You might want to take the bottle.”
“You’re right.” I grab hold of it.
“Want me to inventory that bottle?”
“Sure do.”
“On it.”
Cutting across the room, I push open the back door and wait for it. I take a deep breath and exhale before opening the office door. Virginia stands, her fingertips tucked into her pockets.“Everything okay?” she asks nervously. My insides ache just looking at her. So damn beautiful. “Does my kissing suck?”
“Fuck.” I down the shot.
“Hardy?”
I rush forward, setting the bottle down along the way. Taking hold of her, I kiss her hard, wanting her to realize her kisses are the opposite of sucking, and as someone who is a good judge of a woman’s sucking, I’d know. Then she does that little moan again and my hands slide up her ribs and I cup her breasts. Her head falls back, and exhales, “Yes. God, yes.”
“Hardy. Say it.”
“Hardy. Yes, Hardy. It feels so good with your hands on me.”
Rubbing my thumb over her nipples, the cotton between us too thin to hide the pebbling. Her neck is delicate and waiting for my mouth, which I’m more than happy to tend to. Starting at the curve of her shoulder, I lick her sweet, vanilla skin to her ear. Just as I take her earlobe between my teeth, a knock on the office door intrudes.
My body tenses just as I was starting to relax. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
I want to kick whoever’s ass it is for making me leave her like this. My dick is throbbing and answering the damn door isn’t going to help my situation. I swing it open. “What?”
Eddie’s standing there holding a drink. “Your Paloma.”
Oh. “Shit,” I start apologetically. “Sorry. Thanks.”
“It’s okay.” His eyes drift over my shoulder and an eyebrow lifts. “Let us know if you need anything else.”
“I’m good. We’re good.” I’m talking way too fast. His attention turns to me, his forehead crinkled like he’s interacting with a crazy person. I slow down, pretending I’m not horny as fuck or nervous around this woman behind me. Shrugging, I say, “Thanks for the drink.”
“Anyti—”I slam the door closed and lock it. When I turn back, I go to her. “I ordered a drink for you.”
I’m thanked with a smile before the words leave her mouth. Sultry. Salty-sweet lips. I want my mouth against hers again, staring at it when she says, “Thank you. That was nice.”
There is absolutely nothing nice about my thoughts while watching her lips wrap around that straw and suck. “Fuck me.”
Wide green eyes stare at me as I take her drink like I’m stealing candy from a kid. “What?” she asks before I realize I saidfuck meout loud.
“No. Kiss me.” I don’t give her time to develop that sweet smile I know is going to crease her cheeks. I just fucking kiss her because it’s all kinds of wrong that I wasn’t kissing her already. My hands find her warm skin just under the hem of her shirt. As much as I want to slide farther up and take this dick tease of a T-shirt off her, that’s not in the lesson plan today.
Fortunately kissing, all kinds of kissing, is. Our tongues embrace just as our bodies do. I move her slowly back, her knees halted by the loveseat. “Sit down,” I say, keeping my voice low. When she does, I sit next to her. We take the moment to catch our breath.
“How am I doing?”
I shift in my jeans, the denim too tight and restraining for my erection. “You’re an incredible kisser, but practice makes perfect.” I lean over and kiss her. She leans back, fisting my shirt and bringing me with her. Lean legs spread and I take up residence. I could dry hump the hell out of her right now, but that’s not on tonight’s agenda.
Her mouth is warm and welcoming matching how I feel between her legs. Fuck. I push off the arm of the loveseat on either side of her head and sit back staring down at her. “You can’t be like this.”
