Curling an arm around her lower back, I pull her tight into my body so she can feel every single hard inch of me.
And I mean hard.
It happened right around the time she called me an asshole and I thought I saw fire leaping from her irises.
Emma gasps into my mouth when I press her belly against my cock, and I use that slight opening to slide my tongue into her mouth.
Fucking amazing.
She tastes like mint, and her lips are soft, reserved, and orderly, but prim little Emma gives her tongue right back to me. It swipes at mine boldly, and her moan fills my mouth… causes my brain to go fuzzy from the sheer, sweet pleasure of her taste.
I want to kiss her for hours.
No, days.
Kiss her for days and days.
But I want to fuck her too. As she squirms in my arms, seeking to get closer, I want more than just a kiss. I want to bury my cock so deep in her hot pussy that I almost come in my pants at the thought.
I loosen my arm around her back only to slip my fingers in past the back waistband of her shorts.
Her cute, soccer mom Bermuda shorts that hide her legs from me.
Emma cries out when my fingers graze her skin, and then she moans when I push them past the waistband of what I’m betting are indeed a pair of granny panties. I didn’t actually look at her underwear when I was trying to get her sizes, but I’m taking an educated guess here.
Angling my head, I take the kiss deeper, and she practically melts in my arms. I raise my other hand, bringing it right to her jaw, where I grab ahold of it to hold her in place. She’s so restless and squirmy and I don’t want her trying to shy away from my mouth.
With a nip to her lower lip, I slide my hand further into the back of her panties and push my index finger right down through the crack of her ass, intending to go down as far as possible to maybe a touch of her wetness.
But that move so thoroughly shocks my little nun that she rips herself out of my arms and stares at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. And Christ… she looks so fuckable right now. Skin glowing, hair messed up, chest heaving up and down, and her nipples poking hard through her bra and shirt.
I hold in an internal groan at the thought of my teeth on those nipples.
“What do you think you are doing?” Emma rasps out in between panting breaths. She looks at me with unfiltered accusation.
“Seems to me I was kissing you,” I toss back at her, holding myself in check so I don’t launch myself at that hot little body.
“You can’t do that,” she huffs, and then licks her lips.
Fuck.
Those lips. On my cock. I absolutely fucking need them there at some point.
“Emma,” I saw on a low rumble of need. “Come here.”
She shakes her head, denying me. “We can’t. It’s not proper.”
“I am not a proper type of guy,” I warn her as I take a step toward her.
She holds her hands out in a silent plea for me to come no closer. “You’re my boss. I’m your employee.”
“Which means you have to do what I say,” I tell her with an evil grin. “And I say you should come here and let me kiss you again.”
“Evan,” she hisses at me in reproach. “I get you are a man, and that you have physical needs… but that doesn’t mean that you can just take me because I’m convenient to you. And you may be my boss, but you don’t have the right.”
I can’t help it. I burst out laughing, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as they start to water. When I dare to look back at her, the bewilderment clouding her face cracks me up again.
“Oh, God… Emma,” I say between chortles. “Could you be any more proper? Well… I guess if you were British you could be, but Christ almighty, you’re fucking adorable.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I don’t find this funny.”
I sober instantly, my dick still achingly hard, and I tell her huskily, “No. It certainly wasn’t funny when your tongue was sliding against mine or you were grinding on my cock.”
“I… I… I didn’t…” she stammers, and then gasps when my hand shoots out and wraps around the back of her neck.
I pull her in a little closer, only so I can peer down at her. Her chest is heaving again, and my cock thumps in my pants when her eyes cut down to my lips in anticipation.
Yeah… she wants me, but she can’t reconcile herself to it.
“Emma,” I say softly, and then bend down just to kiss the tip of her nose. I see the surprise in her eyes when I pull back. “You are neither convenient or here just because I have needs. I’ve wanted to fuck you since that day in the police station when we first met, and that has nothing to do with the work you were hired for. You also have the right to say no to me—”
Her eyes cut down to the clothes on the bed.