And before I could speak another word of protest or desire, his tongue was teasing at my clit, stroking my folds and then diving deep within me—my hips quaked as ripples of heat and desire shot through me, fire consuming my flesh— “Oh God, Grant, so good, more, so so sogood, more please, I need you!”
Grant’s tongue sped up in its rhythm, stroking and caressing and consuming me with an intensity I hadn’t known I’d been yearning for my entire life.
I tossed my head back and forth, pinned to the wall by his strong hands, helpless before the pleasure he lavished on me. Nothing could feel this good, nothing had ever felt so good—God, that perfect mouth on me, wanting me—he sucked, and licked, and laved as though I were a rare and luscious delicacy, the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, and I pressed myself shamelessly against him, panting, whimpering, so wet, God I’d never been so wet in my life—I was moaning, whimpering, pleading—“Oh God yes, more, yes more, please, oh God, Grant, Grant, Grant—”
He reached up to twist my nipple as his tongue plucked at my clit before diving deep within me again, and I screamed as stars burst behind my eyes I came hard against his mouth.
His fingers pressed hard into my hips, possessive, as he stood back up, that cocky smirk on his face making my core tighten in anticipation of a second round.
“You taste so sweet,” he said, his voice that low bedroom rumble like foreshadowed thunder.
I glanced down at the fabric straining the front of his trousers.
“You want it,” he said, and it wasn’t a question this time.
Oh good God I wanted to fuck him so bad I might faint. I wanted to take him deep within me again and again until I was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see anything but stars. I wanted him up against this wall and then on the couch and the floor and the table and any other surface we could find. I wanted to suck on his neck below his ear until he moaned the way I had, I wanted to suck on his cock until he begged me to let him deeper, I wanted to dig my fingernails into his back as he came inside me, losing control just this once in his life, his hands squeezing my breasts as he came, losing control for me, because of me, just me— I nodded, shaking with desire.
His eyes still locked on mine, Grant reached down and undid his trousers.
Grant Devlin reached down and undid his trousers.
My bossreached— Oh God.
Oh shit.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
What the hell had I done?
I twisted out of his grip, grabbing my pajama bottoms and yanking them back up. Thank god for elastic, ran randomly through my mind. “I have to go!”
“Don’t fight this, Lacey.” His hand was on my shoulder, tracing lines on the sensitive skin of my neck, red and smarting from the attentions of his mouth—no! Don’t think about it. Don’t.“You want it. You’ve wanted it for a long time. And I’ll give you what you want. You’ll like the way I give it to you.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said as firmly as I could.“This relationship needs to stay professional.” Could he hear my voice trembling?
If only his hands didn’t feel so good there, if only I didn’t know how good they felt other places, if only I hadn’t been such a fucking idiot and come out here and put myself in this situation.
I felt tears prick my eyes. Oh no, oh no, I couldn’t cry. Not now, not here, not in front of him.
“Oh dammit, Grant, weren’t you listening to yourself before? The company—God, it means so much. We’ve both sacrificed so much and I nearly just ruined—we can’t. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”
“I remember two of us in that little scene,” Grant said. He took a step closer; I could feel the heat of him behind me, his breath on my ear.“I could refresh your memory…”
“No! I mean, no. You never would have done this if you hadn’t been so bored.” Each word that I forced out was like a nail I was hammering into my heart.“We shouldn’t have done this. We can’t do this ever again. I’m not one of your flings.”
There was a sharp intake of breath, and I knew he was opening his mouth to argue, but I was already out the door and into the night, where the darkness would keep anyone from seeing my tears as they fell.
TEN
I managed to avoid him for three days. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, not with my new workload full of meetings, ribbon cuttings, meetings, events networking, and meetings. And then, just to shake things up a bit: meetings! With a chaser of meetings.
Unfortunately, it was a hell of a lot harder to keep from seeing him in my head: the muscles of his arms, the tented fabric over his straining cock, the predatory gleam in his eyes before he buried his mouth in my—
Let’s just say I was spending a lot of time in my bunk, and my fingers were becoming extremely well-acquainted with my underwear.
Which just made it more awkward to come into work and navigate the halls of Devlin Media Corp like it was a game of Pac-Man in the hopes of not running into him.
On the fourth day after our little…rendezvous…I finally ran into a project that needed the official documents from his office file cabinet, the original copies that weren’t allowed to go anywhere else without the security guys going all Defcon 3 on your ass. All of the interns were at their mandatory performance reviews, so I couldn’t foist it off on them, and I needed the data from those documents by the end of the day.
Once more into the breach…
It was looking like I might have to pull the fire alarm and duck into his office when he was out of the building, but then I looked at the charity schedule I’d drawn up and realized that I still had twenty minutes before he was due back from the soup kitchen.
He’d been sticking to his charity appointments even without me hounding him, thank goodness. That meant he really was serious about saving the company, and bonus! It made avoiding him that much easier.