The Dealmaker (Sex & Bonds 1)

His lips are warm, lush, the kind of mouth you could get addicted to.

I am not being careful tonight. How can I be, with hunger coursing through my veins and his hands on my body, his head tilting to accept the kiss, invite it? Deepen it, his nose nudging mine as his lips soften and part, allowing me a tantalizing taste of the slick seam between them.

Gin. Fire. Sweetness.

Theo can be so sweet when he wants to be.

His arms tighten around my waist, drawing me against him, and I go up on my tiptoes as I rise into the caress, heat gathering in my center. His mouth moves over mine, sipping me for a second before drawing more deeply, lips opening wider to take thirsty pulls from my mouth, my body.

More, he demands.

He’s not rough—my God, I bet he’s rough when he wants to be and I bet it’s good—but my head still spins, my breath coming in hot pants as he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth. Bites down.

I feel the bite in my clit. I moan into his mouth, rolling my hips, and then he’s guiding my legs between his and nudging me backward, the concrete cold against my bare feet.

Slow down slow down slow down.

I should stop. I need to stop.

I don’t.

I move with him until my back meets with a wall. His hands are on my hips now, thumbs pressing into my belly, and I drop my shoes and glide my hands down his shirt, slipping my fingers inside his jacket. The heat of his skin radiates through the thin fabric of his button-up, and I marvel at how firm he is here, tracing the hard contours of his pecs and shoulders.

He growls when the edge of my palm passes over his nipple. His tongue licks into my mouth, parting my lips, opening me. A bolt of heavy heat lands in my pussy, and I wish he were parting me there, I wish he were opening me there and tasting how hot I am for him.

How hot he made me just by being the man he was tonight. Thoughtful and authentic and unafraid. The kind of man who makes promises and keeps them.

The kind of man I didn’t know I needed until now.

Our tongues meet and his hand is on my neck and my head spins. We’re in public—anyone in the rooms around the pool can see us—and somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this really is a terrible idea. Nothing good can come from groping Theo Morgan on a business trip.

Nothing good can come from falling for another colleague I can’t have. Which means this needs to stop. I need to stop—

“Yes,” I breathe when his mouth moves to my throat. My head falls to the side, and he uses his pelvis to crowd me against the wall. For the first time, I get a real sense of his strength, how all that breadth and brawn isn’t just for show. He’s huge, hungry too, and as he kisses and bites and sucks at my neck, I imagine him doing the same to my clit. My pussy pulses, a steady, hard beat that has me curling my fingers into his chest.

More.

He melts his hips into mine. My body jumps at the bulge that protrudes from between his legs, which he shamelessly presses into my belly, seeking friction.

I can barely breathe. I love it.

Love it more when he grabs my arms one at a time and guides them over my head, gathering both wrists in the paw of his hand. He leans in and kisses me, a bruising, almost wild press of lips and tongue. I kiss him back, hard, nipping at the corner of his mouth, tonguing the inner seam of his bottom lip.

He thrusts his hips, a small, controlled movement that has my pussy begging for more. I want to spread my legs, to wrap them around him so I can feel the press of his dick exactly where I want it, but I can barely breathe, much less move.

“Please,” I whimper.

He goes still. “Too much?”

“Not enough.”

“Tell me what that means.”

I arch my back—as much as I’m able to, anyway—so my belly rises up the length of his erection. “All of you. I want all of you, Theo.”

He growls in reply, ducking his head to kiss my neck, his other hand moving to my breast. He thumbs my nipple. Even through my shirt and bra I feel his touch like a bolt of lightning, a thread of electricity that leads directly to my clit.

I let out a moan, overwhelmed by all this searing sensation. Theo growls again.

“Be fucking quiet,” he hisses, pistoning his hips in a quick, rough motion, pinning me against the wall, “or I’m going to have to put this in your mouth. And that’s really gonna piss me off because you’re supposed to come first.”