Sweet Spot (Irresistible 1)

“That’s certainly a way to put it.”

“You did not just do that.”

“Do what?”

“Grab your dick in front of me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I wasn’t grabbing it, I was adjusting it under my desk and you actually weren’t supposed to see that, so apologies.”

The groan she let out was curious. It sounded desperate with a tinge of something I couldn’t interpret so I wasn’t sure why it turned me the fuck on but it did. Paired with the way she thrust her hands in her hair and I was an animal again. I wanted her. So badly that I was sure she could feel it as the silence stretched between us.

“Lukas, my key,” she finally said, her voice sounding small and exhausted. She muttered “thanks” when she took the envelope from my hand but upon ripping it open, she promptly dropped the key on the floor, tripping on nothing as she tried picking it up. “I got it,” she said quickly, flustered when I rounded my desk to help her up.

“Are you sure?” I laughed when I spotted the shoes she’d fallen out of. “Lia, those look at least two sizes too big for you.”

“I borrowed them from a friend,” she muttered in frustration. “I was barefoot when I left your house last night.”

“Fuck, seriously? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she murmured softly, reluctantly accepting my hand for balance. I was silent as I felt her soft skin in my palm and my pulse quickened as I watched her bend over to slip into her shoes. Her big eyes were at the level of my chest but slowly, they drifted south, shy but unwavering till her stare landed below my belt.

Right on my cock.

Whoa.

Her cheeks brightened but to my surprise, she didn’t look away. In fact, her grip on my hand tightened just slightly as she swallowed and stared, so fucking irresistible with that hypnotized look on her face. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe she had some spell cast on me because in seconds, I went from half-hard to rock solid and ready to just slam her against my body. But in a flash, she was back on her feet, lashes fluttering and chest heaving as she stammered.

“I, um – thanks for the key, Lukas,” Lia stumbled breathlessly, a flurry of white sweater, blue jeans and honey locks as she rushed the hell out my door. And just like that I was standing in the middle of my office, my cock throbbing out of control as I asked myself what the hell just happened. I had no goddamned clue.

But whatever it was, I wanted more of it.

4

LIA

“Lia, no. You did what?”

“Shhh!” I hissed as Sara practically climbed over the table to hear me say it again. It was Monday and since I’d called off yesterday’s visit due to my late start on work, we’d convened for a makeup hang at the coffee shop across the street from my building. It was a tiny spot with a fireplace that I normally loved for its coziness but today it felt like every word of our conversation was bouncing off the walls. “To be fair, it started with me falling out of your giant clown shoes – ”

“I’m four inches taller than you!”

“ – and then it ended with me holding onto his hand so I could put them back on my feet and, um… well, because of where my eye line was, I guess I kind of – ”

“Stared at the giant, pulsing hard-on he had snaked down his pants?”

“Yes. That.”

Sara howled. “Oh my God! This is the best day of my life.”

“Stop it!” I chucked a piece of cake at her. “You’re having way too much fun here. As my best friend, it is your job to absorb all my embarrassing confessions and never speak of them again.”

“I’m sorry, I just…” Sara wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. “I’m just so happy someone finally woke up ol’ Gert.”

I buried my face in my hands. “Oh my God. Make it stop.”

By Gert, Sara meant Gertrude.

And by Gertrude she meant my libido.