“I have no idea how to work this,” I said as I laid my purse on the counter and stared at the thousand-dollar contraption in front of me.
“I’ll take it from here,” he said, and began expertly preparing the coffee.
“Did you work in Starbucks in college or something?” I asked.
“What? Where did you get that?”
“You know how to work that machine.”
He gave me a bemused smile. “I own one.”
I sighed and shook my head. “Must be nice.”
“Nothing but the best, Lily. You should try it sometime.”
I just rolled my eyes.
After the cappuccino was ready, we went back into the boardroom with our cups. We kept the lights off, the better to see the sights. The entire side of the room was plate glass, and all of downtown Los Angeles spread out before us. The sun had set long ago and the glow of the city lights was like something out of a movie. Headlights and tail lights sparkled like diamonds and rubies up and down the 110 Freeway.
“This was worth the whole trip,” he smiled at me.
“The view?” I asked, hoping he meant something else.
“No, the coffee,” he said as he lifted the cup.
I smacked him playfully on the arm.
He laughed, then grew mock serious. “What? I make a damn good cappuccino.”
“I hear it’s pretty easy when you have a million dollar machine to make it for you.”
“Oh really? Is that why you did such a great job of preparing it for us?” he teased.
“Fine,” I conceded. “You make a damn good cappuccino.”
“Finally, credit where credit is due. But, I have to say, there is one other thing that makes the cappuccino absolutely amazing…”
“What?” I asked nervously.
He stared intently into my eyes.
“…the view.”
I smacked him on the arm again.
“Aaah! I’m going to report you to HR for that!” he laughed.
“For what?”
“Physical abuse and intimidation.”
“You don’t even work here.”
“Okay, I’m going to report you to HR after I buy the company.”
“In that case, I don’t ever have to worry about it, then.”
He just grinned at me, then gestured at my face. “You have a little, uh, foam on your lip.”
Wonderful. Here I was thinking this was all playfully romantic, when in reality he was joking around with me like a good ol’ gal pal while I had stuff all over my mouth. Great.
I touched the side of my mouth and tried to wipe it off gracefully.
“Here, I’ll – just hold still, ” he said, and reached out and touched my face.
Maybe it was the darkness. Maybe it was his plan all along… but his finger overshot just the tiniest bit, and brushed ever so softly against my bottom lip instead.
Pleasure jolted my entire body. The warmth and softness of his skin, the scent of his cologne, the intimacy of his touch on one of the most sensitive parts of my body…
It tickled where he touched me, but there was also the incredibly sensual caress of his skin against my lip.
I immediately felt heat build between my thighs. A thrill of pleasure shot into my belly.
Especially when he didn’t move his finger away from my lips.
His eyes locked onto mine. For the first time, the mask fell away. No more joking, no more teasing; I saw the desire on his face, a look of wanting that almost bordered on pain.
He moved his finger the slightest bit more, gliding soooo slowly across my lower lip.
I moaned. Softly, but I moaned.
I blushed furiously as soon as I heard myself – it was entirely involuntary – but it was how I felt. A sound that had escaped from the deepest part of me.
I guess it fanned his fire, too, because he touched the other fingers of his hand to my cheek as his finger traced softly across my lip.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted him so bad.
I opened my lips, and I took him inside my mouth.
Just a finger – and just the tip. But I began to suck slowly, running my tongue sensuously over his skin.
And oh how I wished it was another part of his body I had in my mouth.
The sensation must have been too much for him, because his expression of desire became an almost ravenous hunger.
He pulled his finger away from my lips, moved in, and kissed me.
Took me.
Possessed me.
His arms enveloped me, one encircling my waist and the other moving up my back.
He crushed me against him – not forcing himself on me, but pressing me tight against him.
His body was heavenly, firm and strong beneath his clothes. I clutched the back of his jacket, feeling the wall of well-sculpted muscles beneath my hands.
And his mouth… ohhhhhh…
His lips pressed against mine, firm but gentle. He brushed them across my skin, the same way he had inflamed me just seconds ago with his touch.