Lady Balls (Itty Bitty Delights)

“You’re right, what we did can’t go anywhere, for obvious reasons, but can you honestly say you weren’t affected by what we did?”

She’s shaking her head before the words leave my lips. “It doesn’t matter how it made us feel. What we did was a mistake, and it should have never happened.”

For some reason, her words piss me off. Yes, what we did was a mistake. We both know it. But I still don’t like hearing her say it out loud. I want her to feel as much regret as I do. Regret not for what we did, but that we can’t do it again.

I get to my feet. “Then I guess you’re right. There is no need to discuss it further.”

She eyes me warily as she stands. Her mouth opens, then closes, opens again, before she snaps it closed a final time. Hiking her purse strap further up her shoulder, her gaze lingers on me a moment longer before she starts walking across the office toward the door. I can’t help but follow her with my eyes.

“Camila.” I call her name just before she gets to the door, having no clue what I want to say to her.

When she turns around, and I see the expectant look on her face, my feet are taking me across the room before I can stop them. Her eyes widen the closer I get and she takes several steps backward until she’s butted up against the door. I don’t stop until I’m in her space, and I can see the dark specks in her eyes.

Again, her mouth drops open to say something, but I talk over her.

“A mistake,” I mutter, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. “Since we’ve already made one, what’s one more?”

I don’t give her a chance to say anything before my lips land harshly on hers. I’m pleased as fucking punch when her mouth immediately opens under mine and our tongues tangle together. She tastes better than I remember, which says a lot because she tasted perfect before.

I press her back against the door, and my hands travel down her sides to her ass, where I yank her bottom half against my rigid cock.

“Does this feel like a mistake?” I growl, grinding my hips into her.

Her fingers dig into the muscles of my shoulders and she tips her head back. It thumps against the door and her mouth parts on a whimper. “Oh God.”

“Answer me, Camila,” I demand gravelly.

She lifts her head and her pleasure-filled eyes meet mine. “No,” she whispers.

“Damn fucking straight,” I grate out between clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare fucking say the best night of my life was a fucking mistake,” I snarl the last word.

“Brady,” she says in a low pleading voice. “We can’t.”

I grind my molars together and force out, “I know we can’t.”

The words leave my lips at the same time I pick her up by the ass and she wraps her legs around my waist. The new position puts her face a few inches above mine, and she looks down at me with pure lust radiating from her eyes.

“We’ll stop in a minute,” I tell her then bury my face in the space between her neck and shoulder. I take in a deep breath, groaning when her addicting scent hits me. Trailing my lips up her neck, I stop at her ear and nibble on her earlobe.

I leave that part of her and move my lips back down, across her collarbone, and to the tempting valley between her breasts.

I swear to fucking Christ I could kiss every inch of her body for days and never get enough.

Her heels dig into my ass and her hands bury in my hair, forcing my face deeper against her breasts. Holding her with one hand, I reach up and yank her top down. I barely register the snap of one of the buttons. I tug down one of the cups of her bra until her plump breast is free. My lips and teeth latch around the hard bud, and I suck it eagerly into my mouth.

She lets out a small cry, her hips jerking forcefully against my cock, and I swear I see stars dance in my vision.

My head is suddenly pulled back by my hair, and I look into her heated gaze.

“Fuck me,” she moans breathlessly.

If possible, my cock grows even more. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, God, yes. Fuck me, Brady. I need you inside me.”

Not having to be told twice, even though what we’re doing is so fucking wrong, I reach between us and yank open the button and zipper of my slacks. Fuck the consequences. I’ll deal with them later.

While I work on freeing my cock, Camila wraps one arm around my shoulders to hold herself up and reaches between our bodies. I watch as she shifts her panties to the side, waiting and so damn willing for me to fill her.