Right as Raine (Aster Valley 1)

“What are we doing?” I blurted. “This can’t… we can’t…”

Tiller’s startled expression turned my way. “I was just… going to take a shower? I thought you…”

“No, I know. Yeah. But…” I stopped and threw my hands out. “You’re… and I’m…”

I didn’t want to say the words boss and employee because I didn’t want to make Tiller feel like he’d done anything wrong. He hadn’t. I’d wanted everything we’d done together. But at the same time, I didn’t want to fuck up his career either. And he had no idea what hooking up with me could do to his position with the Riggers.

His face relaxed a little. “Stop thinking right now and get your clothes off.” When I didn’t move, he frowned. “Unless you don’t want to. I didn’t mean to imply—”

“I want to! Jesus, of course I want to. It’s just such a fucking bad idea. Right?”

Tiller shrugged and reached for the strap to his sling to start removing it from his bad arm. “Probably. But I’d really like to rub against your naked body right now, so I don’t want to overthink it and fuck up my chances.”

Once he got the sling off, he reached behind his head and grabbed a handful of cotton, pulling the shirt off and revealing his multimillion-dollar torso.

I drooled and stared like a fangirl until he started to laugh. “You’ve seen my chest before.”

“Not like this. Not… in a ‘you just had your finger in my ass’ kind of way. Totally different.”

His eyes simmered with heat as he crooked a finger at me. “How many times am I going to have to ask you to take off all your clothes?”

His voice was hypnotic. I stood and walked over to him before reaching out and running a tentative hand across all of those delicious muscles. “Holy mother of god.”

Tiller reached for the hem of my sleep shirt and yanked it up. When it hindered my ability to fondle his pecs, I finally helped him get it off me. He must have known I was self-conscious around his incredible body, because he treated me like I was the sexiest man alive.

“You make me hard every day,” he said in a low voice. “Did you know that? I come into the kitchen sometimes and just stare at your ass. Sometimes you wear those blue shorts that pull between your cheeks when you lean over, and I want to kneel down on the ground right there and fucking stick my face in your ass.”

I stared at him and gulped. This couldn’t possibly be happening. “Ngh.”

He smiled and continued while he pulled at the tie on my sleep pants. “I’d eat your ass right there in our kitchen. Pull those shorts down and stick my tongue inside you.”

I choked on my tongue a little and made a snorting, gasping sound at the same time. Tiller just took it in stride. He moved around behind me and ran his hands along my bare skin.

“I want to lick every inch of you,” he murmured against the back of my ear. “Taste your cock, eat your ass, kiss your mouth until I can’t breathe anymore.”

I started panting, unable to take a deep breath without feeling like I was going to faint dead away from hard need.

“Would you like that?”

“Mm-hm. Yeah. Yep. Yes. That. Like that.” I cleared my throat to speak more clearly. “I would like that. Please. Yes, please.”

Tiller’s huge hands spanned my stomach, and I couldn’t help but stare down at the stark contrast between his tan hands and my winter-pale belly. His fingers moved down into the nest of hair at the base of my dick, and my hard-on jumped up to meet it. I leaned back against him, noticing the thick ridge of his cock was still covered in soft flannel.

“All that talk of naked and you’re still dressed,” I said, arching back into him to feel more of it against my lower back.

I felt him shimmy out of the pants until his cock pressed bare and hot against my skin. “Oh fuck.” I kind of wanted him to put it inside me, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask him for anal when I’d never done it before. It was a bell that wouldn’t be able to be unrung as soon as either one of us finally wised up and decided how stupid this was.

“Want to fuck you into the nearest flat surface,” he mumbled in a rough voice. “Pound this sweet ass and listen to you beg for it harder.”

“Jesus fuck,” I breathed. “I never pegged you for a dirty talker.”

His deep chuckle was familiar and warm. “Don’t like it?”

“Are you kidding? I’m going to come untouched right now if you keep at it. And I already came once tonight.” Well, twice, but I wasn’t about to tell him about the masturbation session earlier.