Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)

She gave a half push against his chest. “It is over. And I’m not coming into work tomorrow. I’m taking a day off because if I have—”

Hell no. He wasn’t letting her leave, wasn’t letting her not come in tomorrow. Seeing her was the best part of his day. Even arguing with her was better than anything else. Feeling absolutely possessed, he crushed his mouth over hers. To his utter fucking surprise she leaned into him immediately, moaning into his mouth as her fingers dug into his shoulders. He plunged a hand into her short hair, cupping the back of her head in a tight grip. He’d wanted to taste her for so long and now he didn’t want to let Lucy go.

Ever.

This woman owned him, had from practically the moment they’d hired her. It didn’t matter that this was wrong on multiple levels. He couldn’t get enough of her and now that he knew she wanted him back…

No, no, no. She should be shoving him back, telling him that he was an asshole and that she was going to file a sexual harassment charge against him. That was what she should do, he told himself. She was too good for him, far too sweet.

And his assistant. They shouldn’t be doing this.

But when she moaned again and kissed him harder, completely melting against him, he lost his mind. How many times had he fantasized about doing this, about doing so much more than this?

Blindly reaching out, he locked his office door with his free hand and pulled back to look down at her, still cupping the back of her head.

Her dark hair was tousled and her lips slightly swollen, her dark eyes dilated with desire. When she touched her tongue to her bottom lip, tasting him on her own mouth, he didn’t fight the groan that escaped. He could imagine her tongue stroking him everywhere, wished she had her mouth wrapped around his cock right now.

They both stared at each other, breathing hard, and even though he knew this was a mistake, he couldn’t seem to make himself stop.

And not touching her wasn’t an option. This woman pushed him to the very edge of his control. He wanted to protect her in a way he’d never imagined. He wanted to give her anything she wanted, to give her so much pleasure she never walked away from him.

Slowly, he went down onto his knees in front of her. He was going to taste all of her, feel her wetness on his tongue. He’d fantasized too many times what she’d taste like, how she’d sound as he gave her pleasure. She watched him, wide-eyed, her breathing growing more erratic.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled, barely hanging onto his control. Once he put his mouth to her, once he got a taste of her, he wasn’t stopping until she came against his tongue.

She shook her head, her expression slightly dazed.

He knew he should demand that she vocalize it, but fuck it. He was a selfish bastard. He wanted to taste her, wanted to show her how good things could be between them. He wasn’t above tying her to him with sex, at least at first. He would just get her addicted to him.

Keeping his gaze pinned to hers he shoved her pencil skirt up to her hips to reveal bright red… He slid his hands up the back of her thighs and didn’t stop until he cupped her smooth, bare ass. Yep, thong.

He groaned. His cock shoved insistently against his zipper but that would just have to wait.

“I’ve wondered what you wear underneath your clothes,” he rasped out.

She still watched him, a mix of nerves and lust clear on her pretty face. “Really?” she whispered.

“All the fucking time,” he growled. “I stroke myself off thinking about it, about you.”

Her shiny lips parted, her chest rising and falling, but she didn’t say anything. Just watched him. He wanted to see her completely naked, to have her stretched out underneath him as he worshiped her entire body.

He wanted to see her lose every bit of her control and to stake his claim, to ruin her for any other man. Hell yeah, he wanted her so damn addicted to him that he was all she could think about. Because the truth was, she was all he could think about. He’d forced himself to keep his distance whenever he could, but there were times when he hadn’t been able to stay away. He’d search her out, ask for stupid menial tasks just so he could talk to her, see her face to face.

Even though he wanted to thrust into her over and over and lose himself inside her, for now he’d settle for making her come against his tongue.

“You wet, baby?” he rasped out, his heart thundering against his ribs. She was so fucking gorgeous, all aroused and waiting to see what he did next.

Her eyes were a little glazed over, as if she couldn’t believe they were doing this. Well, he couldn’t either.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing pink as she licked her lips.

Still keeping his gaze on hers, he slowly pulled the front of her thong to the side before sliding his finger between her soft folds. Just a tease, a bare touch that made him shudder.

She was soaked.

He swallowed a rough groan. “Does arguing with me get you hot?”