I stare at him, wondering about the change in him. I nod, letting him understand I get it. I normally don’t go around tricking guys into sleeping with me either.
“It’s fine,” I say, wanting to brush it off. If we never had to bring up the whole supply closet again, I would be just—
“But I need answers, Hannah.”
And there goes that hopeful theory.
“What happened…it was fucked up. I’ve known you since you were practically out of diapers. Your brother has been my best friend since we were kids. It shouldn’t have happened.”
I go to open my mouth, but I’m not sure what to say. He’s right. It shouldn’t have. Even though it’s been the only thing I think about—the only thing that settles in my mind when I lay in bed at night. It’s a movie on repeat behind my eyelids every time I close them. It may have been the best thing to ever happen to me, and it shouldn’t have happened.
“Say something.”
It wasn’t a mistake. “I know. It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done it, but I did it because I—”
“There you two are.” My dad’s voice interrupts, and I jump, dropping my pen. “Nothing!” I spit out, whipping around to my dad, who’s smiling, his brow arched in confusion at my outburst.
“Nothing what, baby girl?”
Levi steps forward. “She meant she has nothing for lunch. We were just discussing what to eat. We’ve had a busy morning. She was able to conquer the entire first two floors of departments. I think she and Rachel really hit it off.” Levi’s smile matches my dad’s, and I take a deep breath, offering him my silent thanks.
“That’s fantastic to hear! Lunch is at Savino’s. Both of you, my treat.”
Levi
Walking back to my office from a long litigation meeting, I want nothing more than to lock myself in my office and take a few swigs of the top-notch bourbon I keep stashed in my bottom drawer for high-profile clients. Hannah is not at her desk, but I can smell her lingering scent of flowers and sweet vanilla. I push past the urge to grab the pale pink cardigan hanging over her chair and press it to my nose. Making it into my office, I shut the door behind me, startled when I notice movement toward my desk. Hannah is sitting in my chair.
“What are you doing in here?” My voice comes out hoarse. I don’t like that she’s in here. Sitting in my chair. Her hands fondle a pearl necklace hanging low along her collarbone, her silk shirt unbuttoned lower than it should be for a work setting or my wandering mind.
“I was waiting for you, Levi. I can’t deny us. I need you inside me again.” Her words stroke me, as if her soft hands are wrapped around my hardening cock. I wipe the beaded sweat off my brow and pull away from the door. I walk closer to her, needing to get her out of here.
“There is no us. You need to leave.” My statement holds no truth. I don’t want her to leave. I want her to stay and allow me to unbutton each button on her blouse until her perfect breasts are in view and my mouth is around her hard nipples. I walk over to her, ready to lift her and drag her out if need be. She stands to meet me, and I go to grab for her hands when she reaches out and her blouse falls open. Her white lace bra peeks through, her breasts on full display.
“Touch me, Levi. I need to feel you on me again.”
God, she tempts me. But I can’t. I need to deny her. Stay away from her. “No.” My voice is barely a whisper. And though I say the word, my hands push her blouse off her shoulders, and my feet move without permission. I’m so close to her, the heat from her small, taunt body warms me. “We can’t do this,” I say one last time before dipping down and putting my mouth to hers. I want to be gentle, but I can’t. I need her. Bad. I lift her up, placing her on the top of my desk. My lips haven’t left hers as I finesse her mouth, parting her full lips with my tongue. Her hands work my belt and zipper, finding their way inside my pants. I groan as her fingers wrap around my hard cock and stroke me. God, her touch is amazing. I moan into her mouth, lifting my hands up her ribs toward her perky breasts. She squeezes my cock as she works me faster. I can’t help it, but I buck forward, thrusting my hips, fucking her hand. As I lift my hands to her breasts, she stops. “Hands to yourself, Levi.” Her words confuse me, but I stop and she brings her attention back to my dick. This is complete heaven. Her other hand dips in, grabs my balls, and softly squeezes.