His Big Offer

“You know when I stumbled on your blog, I loved your voice. I thought the way that you wrote things was funny and clever and vibrant.” I blush at his words, but he doesn’t stop. “And then you walked into my office, and you were…not what I was expecting. I don’t even know what I was expecting, but you were beautiful and adorably clumsy and you have this talent and it’s been all I can do not to kiss you every time I’m close enough.”

He’s moved closer again, and I can see the sincerity in his eyes. “You’re close enough now,” I say.

“Yes I am.”

“But this is a bad idea.”

He nods. “It probably is.” And then he kisses me. It’s everything I was hoping for and more. It’s pure light and I feel like I’m on an updraft and never going to come down. I’m fizzing with it like a glass of champagne and his lips are perfect and oh God. I’m kissing Chance, and I swore that I wouldn’t. I swore.

I pull away. “I’m sorry. We can’t. I don’t want to risk this.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his hand finds its way to the back of my neck and he pulls me back to him. Our lips meet again, and there’s only so much that that I can resist. I feel my body give in before my mind, and then I let go because this is by far the best kiss I’ve ever had.

“You’re sure this is all right?” I ask against his lips.

His voice is a growl. “This is more than all right. This is perfect.”

I’m in his lap somehow, like we came together and I didn’t even notice. The way I’m straddling him, I can feel he’s hard, and I’m thinking the rumors about how big he is are true. “The article,” I say, breathless. “Even though I’m going to write about how to go home with someone if you want to, I usually don’t. I rarely have sex with someone unless I’ve been out with them a few times. Never this fast.”

His hand is still firmly planted behind my neck, and his thumb caresses my collarbone. “How far do you want this to go right now?”

“There’s what I should say,” I bite my lip, “and what I actually want.”

“You think that you should say to stop.”

I nod.

“Let me tell you a secret that I’ve learned watching people getting together and breaking up and getting together again.” He pulls my mouth to his. “It’s always better to admit what you want.”

And then he’s kissing me again, and I moan because it’s perfect. I do want him. I want him with that wild, animal instinct that made me almost fall over when I walked into his office. I want him because he’s given me everything I could want. I want him because I know that as long as I’m around him, I’ll always want him, and I’ll always wonder what it would be like. It was going to happen. I can feel the certainty of it between our lips, and in the way his fingers start unbuttoning my shirt.

I hesitate for only a second. “Here?”

He chuckles softly, and gives me a pointed look. “With rare exceptions, I don’t like to share things like this. I’m the only one with the key.”

Something about hearing that unlocks whatever’s been holding me back, and I kiss him again. I shrug out of my shirt and toss it onto the other chair and go to work on his buttons. I break away from our kiss so I can watch as I unveil Chance’s gorgeous chest—tan and lean with lines that show me he works hard for this body. He catches me around the waist, leaning forward so that I can help him out of his shirt and suddenly we’re skin to skin. It feels like fire and light and sparks and we’re not even naked. Holy fuck. I was stupid to think that this was not going to happen. We’re on this train going eighty miles an hour and jumping off now would kill us both.

Chance deftly unhooks my bra and adds it to the pile of clothes, and I shiver from the exposure. I’ve never been naked in public like this. We’re on one of the tallest buildings, but not the tallest. Someone could conceivably look down from one of the skyscrapers and see the two of us going at it. And I don’t care.

I gasp, my head falling back as Chance gathers my breasts into his hands. Squeezing, kneading, and bringing them to his lips. His mouth covers one nipple, and then the other, tongue swirling and sending eddies of sensation swimming straight down to my clit. I reach down between us, blindly feeling for his belt while he feasts on me. I want to see him—know if the rumors are true, and even if they aren’t, it’s not going to stop me.