Employee of the Month

What happened to my self control?

The moment I realized my grip on her, my lips were already against hers.

Despite neither of us bringing up the kiss and basically pretending it never happened, Lana melted against me straight away just like the first time I kissed her.

There was no denying it now, I wanted Lana more than I needed fresh air. Keeping my arms around her body and holding her close, her legs bumped against the bench.

Between me being dangerously close to her canvas and her footing, I knew we couldn’t do anything in such a tight area.

Parting away for only a moment, I took in her flushed state. Eyes glistening, she met my gaze. Before I could try to pull away, she reached out for me.

“Don’t go,” she pleaded. “I want more.”

Hearing her say those few words made it impossible to move an inch. Looking at her open hand, I wrapped my fingers around hers.

“Oh sweet girl, I don’t think you realize how badly I want the same thing. But I don’t want to overstep. I’ve made you leave once, I don’t want to risk letting you slip through my fingers again.”

My words weren’t enough to deter her. Instead, she decided to take a step forward, erasing the space between us once more.

Reaching for my face, she cupped my cheek and crushed her lips against mine. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve such a beauty to be interested in me, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

The thin line that kept me away finally snapped and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep myself away any longer.

As many times as I imagined doing more than kissing her since pushing boundaries, it was about time I made it a reality.

Ending our kiss, I took her hand in mine and led her in the direction of my bedroom. Glancing over my shoulder, I took in her expression and noticed some of her nerves showing.

“If you change your mind at any time—”

“I won’t,” she interrupted quickly. “I’ve just never really fooled around before.”

The moment her words registered, I nearly tripped over my own feet.

How in the hell did a woman like her go untouched for her entire life? Men should’ve been dropping to her feet way before I got the opportunity to cross paths with her.

I must’ve been lucky in more ways than one.

The second we made it to my room, Lana took a moment to look around. The space felt a little too personal to let a cleaner inside, so the younger woman had yet to see what was inside.

I bet she didn’t expect me to be someone who was rather boring and normal. I might’ve blown my earnings on art, but that didn’t mean I used what cash was left on extra furnishing.

Stepping toward my freshly made bed, she wasted no time flopping down on the smoothed over silk. Leaning back against the pillows, she eyed me with a smile, beckoning me to join her. What a sight for sore eyes.

Even if it was her first time, she knew exactly what to do to make me step in her direction.

“Before we do anything, I’ve been dying to get a taste of you,” I murmured as I reached out to touch her nearest ankle. Giving it a tug in my direction, her legs came apart in an instant. “I want you to be fully prepared for what I plan to do to you.”

Lana bit down on her lip, attempting to hide her excitement. I had to be one terrible person to make her wait so long. If only I knew how much she felt the same. I wouldn’t have wasted a minute giving her what she needed.

Kneeing the mattress, I wasted no time getting between her legs. Instead of worrying about wrinkling my dress shirt, my hands were too busy tugging at the leggings that were hugging her hips.

One pull and I discovered the dampened thin strip of fabric hiding her collecting heat. Breathing in, I realized how tight my chest felt.

I wanted to devour the woman completely. My mouth watered for her.

“You are making me turn into quite the savage, Lana,” I warned her as my eyes refused to leave her underwear. I wanted to rip the damn thing off, ruin the fabric that hid what was rightfully mine.

Her hands reached toward the blanket, soon clutching the silk between her fingers.

“I don’t mind this side of you at all, Mr. P—Carter,” she corrected with a darkened blush. Her body stirred, she was getting impatient. She just wouldn’t tell me using words.

Tossing her leggings over my head, I pressed her thighs apart into the mattress. Leaning forward, I breathed her in. Groaning, I abandoned her thigh for only a moment as I pushed the strip to the side.

One swipe of my tongue was all it took for her to familiarize herself with my first name. Like a broken record, she filled my room with her harmonious moans. Her legs attempted to rise, but I refused to let them with my grip. Burying my nose deep into her curls, I groaned.

My hardening cock dug into the zipper of my pants. Pressed against the mattress, it wouldn’t take much friction to get myself off. I needed patience. Even if I didn’t last long, I wouldn’t burst until I was buried deep inside of Lana.

I worked my tongue deep inside her wetness, memorizing her taste. Not wanting to completely get lost in finishing her off with my mouth alone, I had to force myself to pull away once her walls began twitching around my tongue.

Moving to sit back on my heels, I looked down at her frustrated expression. Without realizing it, I was smiling.

“Don’t worry, they will be more,” I promised. Before she could complain, I reached over to hook my fingers beneath the band of her underwear. Fighting against the urge to yank them off and shred them to pieces, I pulled them down the smooth length of her legs before tossing them behind me with her leggings.