“My employees knowing their boundaries,” he answers, still motionless and his face still deadpan.
“I don’t think Tyler has an issue with boundaries. He’s been extremely professional and is well versed with anatomy.”
“Yeah, but not with yours. That’s my profession and last I checked I was damn good at it.”
Bravado for sure.
My eyes now match his; hooded and ready. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. I need to stay focused. We’ve vowed abstinence and have two more weeks to go. We’re more than halfway there. And as much as I believe myself to be strong willed, I have little resistance to Azmir’s sexual prowess. He shifts toward the door, making me wonder why he’s leaving. I’ve enjoyed his abrupt pop-up in the middle of my day. I then realize Azmir has only gone over by the door to turn off the light. I panic.
No! Not now! We’re doing so well.
“W-what are you doing?” I breathe out, attempting to mask my anxiousness.
He doesn’t answer, instead he gaits back over to me, lowers himself on top of my now weakened frame and snags my bottom lip between his teeth. My body instantly shudders. My brain is gearing up to protest against my stubborn frame that will give into Azmir with ease. His eyes are open as he grazes my lip again and my gaze won’t leave his if I begged it to. I’m caught in his rapture that quickly.
Next, I feel his tongue against my lip, slowly extending from one side to the next. I fight the need to moan. I feel my body jerk with my elbows against the floor. Azmir’s tongue enters my mouth, sweeps against the top of my tongue and laves the roof of my mouth. His tongue sweeps wide and long, tasting every inch of my cavity until he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I’m paralyzed in pleasure, but I still have my wits even if I’m slowing losing them.
“Kiss me,” he growls in my mouth.
Panting, I whisper, “But Azmir, we said we would wait. And we’re in public.”
“And in my place of business. Kiss me!” he barks.
Feeling his sweet breath hit my face, I break. My hands move up, gripping the sides of his face against his thick beard and I throw my tongue into his mouth, kissing hard and thoroughly. He smells so good. He feels so right. Hard, rippling muscles suspended over me, sending me into a spiral of sensations. My hands stay limited to his head and neck because I don’t trust myself to go any farther. His hands stay placed on the floor beneath me, balancing himself on them, making me believe he doesn’t want to tempt himself either.
His kiss is tender, sweet, unlike mine. His presence is heavy and commanding. I’m out of breath, but need the continual pouring of Azmir’s passion more than I need air to breathe. His kiss fades every fear. His dominating existence shields every disappointment. Azmir cures a lifetime of insecurities.
He pulls away, out of breath, panting uncontrollably like me.
“Azmir…” I cry, feeling chillingly bereft.
“Just say the word,” in his deep, baritone pitch, he rumbles.
I sigh, suddenly coming back to my senses.
“You’re at work. And… We said...”
“I’ll take you anytime, anywhere.” He staples his gaze upon me, and I believe every word of his declaration. “But my word is my bond and my bond is my life.” He lays the most gentle kiss on my forehead, earning another shiver.
So bad, I wish that I’d taken him up on his offer.
Chapter 11
Rayna
What woman just shows up to her wedding day with no knowledge of what’s coming? A date that has been settled and planned for months.
Brimm, that’s who.
Yup, at the set of dawn, on the first day in March, John routes the car into the lot of the harbor and pulls where I was instructed to a few days ago via email. After pulling my duffle bag from the trunk, I say my goodbyes to him and make my way to the harbor and with awe, gaze over several impressive boats and yachts. Although I’m still curious about the agenda of the event, relief fills my lungs at my wedding not being at Bethesda-by-the Sea, a facility that’s easily of Azmir’s stature.