Sin (Just This Once 3)

“It was good that night,” he growls as his eyes scan my body. “Jesus, Linny, it was so fucking good. You can’t deny that.”

He’s right. I can’t. “It was good.”

“The best you’ve ever had.” His brow lifts.

I smile at his arrogance. “Was it the best you’ve ever had?”

He presses my fingers to his lips and closes his eyes. “By far. I’ve come so many times thinking about fucking you. I ache for you.”

I feel lightheaded. His words offer me something I didn’t know I was craving.

It’s surreal that a man I only spent a few hours with could feel the same things for me that I feel for him. Doubt seeps in so I ask the question that’s been on the tip of my tongue for days. “When you first saw me in the conference room last week, what did you think?”

His eyes meet mine. “I felt like I won the lottery.”

Chapter 28

Jeremy

Her cheeks flush.

She looks down, hiding her reaction to my words, but it’s too late. I know she felt the same way when she saw me standing in the conference room last week.

“It looks like we’re at an impasse,” I say to lure her gaze back up.

It works. “An impasse? How so?”

I trail her fingertips over my lips before I kiss them one last time. I slip my hand from hers and I hear it. I hear the slightest sigh of regret at the loss of my touch.

“It’s against the rules to fuck me.” I don’t mince words because there’s no need. “You won’t let me fire you.”

A soft smile slides over her perfect mouth. “I suppose you could call that an impasse.”

“You want me, angel.”

“Yes,” she whispers, the nod of her head confirming her words. “You know that I do.”

“Tell me how to make this work.” I edge closer to her in my chair. “We can be discreet. We’ll meet at a hotel, or here. You name the place and time and I’ll be there, with a believable work excuse in my back pocket in the event anyone ever questions you about where you are.”

Her gaze drops to my pants and the bulge that I gave up trying to hide. “You’re talking about finding a place to fuck, aren’t you?”

“A place where we can spend time together without the threat of exposure,” I clarify.

She ponders that with a sweep of her hand over her forehead. “You’re suggesting that we meet to fuck under the guise that we’re conducting business.”

Hearing her say the word fuck over and over is making everything fall away but my need to feel her, taste her and be inside her beautiful body.

“I’m suggesting that we fuck, soon, and we can do that wherever the hell you want.” I jerk my thumb toward my desk. “I’ll eat you right now on my desk. I’ll fuck you bent over it. I don’t care where I have you. I just want you.”

Her fingers trace a path over her jaw before they whisper over the skin of her neck, drawing lazy circles.

I don’t even know if she’s aware of how erotic she looks like right now.

“Your assistant would hear us.” She laughs like she thinks I was trying to be funny.

I correct that with one sentence. “I’m serious, Linny.”

“You’re not serious,” she counters. “We can’t have sex in your office.”