“So if the warehouse across the street is available and yours, I’d like that. It’ll be the perfect place. When do you think it can be ready?”
“With money, anything can be ready fast.”
“I’m so glad I partnered with you.” I smile.
He reclines in his chair with a cocky smirk, his eyes gleaming ruthlessly. “Am I good enough for you now?”
“Fuck you, I don’t care about your money.” I shoot him a scowl.
“You care so much you’ve been begging me for it.”
“I’m not interested in you in that way because of your money.”
“Then I see no problem why you can’t go out on a date with me.”
“You had a fiancé only weeks ago. While you have no issues, I mind it.”
“And yet you’ve never been interested in me like this before. Could the competition be whetting your appetite, sweetheart?”
“It’s not whetting my anything.”
“Is it wetting your thighs, love?”
“I resent you calling me endearments in that tone.”
“I can’t help it if they sound irreverent—you beg for it.” He stands to approach.
“You know what? You really are a moody son of a bitch!” I cry, standing to leave.
He reaches out to grab my wrist, and he yanks me to his chest, and the mouth that had just been cursing me is suddenly claiming mine.
I’m shocked enough that I freeze. But he is kissing me.
Kissing me stupid.
Fucking kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before.
And unlike the time we were kids, he doesn’t relent.
His hand slides up to grip a wad of my hair in his fist, and Aaric slants his head, exerting pressure with his mouth, forcing me to open my mouth for him. “Open, little bit,” he rasps commandingly.
I do—because…I don’t know.
Oh God, his tongue should be illegal! All of him should be illegal. He thrusts it into my mouth, kissing me—passion, sexual frustration, more.
And what started out as an angry, punishing kiss soon starts becoming softer, his hands begin to explore me, he begins to really savor me, to caress the back of my head with his fingers.
He lowers his head and grazes his teeth over my nipple, his hands kneading. I’m grabbing at him too, sort of out of control. I can’t think of anything except how much I want this—him—how much I ache all over. How good he smells, how the calluses in his hands feel against my skin, and how his thick lips feel as he moves his mouth over my nipple.
He’s panting, his breath hitting my skin as we stare at each other.
I take inventory of the situation and realize he weighs a ton, and that he’s hard against my tummy.
His lips hover over mine, his forehead, his eyes, his entire face hovering over me before he leans down and takes my mouth. Softly at first, brushing his fingertips over my forehead as if I’ve got something he needs to brush back. But I don’t. I don’t think I do. Hell, I don’t care if I do. I grab his shoulders and massage a little.
“Aaric,” I beg, lifting my mini dress so he can touch me.
“You fucking tease,” he rasps, leaning to lick his tongue into my ear. I close my eyes as he dips it into my ear and I feel a warm shiver shoot down my spine.
“You fucking tease,” he says, starting to undo my buttons, and I just don’t even know what to say but please undo my buttons, please make it stop, please give me take me do whatever you want but don’t stop touching me.
“Do you like teasing me?” he says, opening my top, and when I nod and bite my lip nervously, he’s lowering his face, sucking my nipple as if in punishment.
I groan and turn my head aside as he sucks me again, slipping his hand into my waistband and panties. “Do you like getting me hard?”
I groan, feeling him rub my clit at the same time he grinds his erection against me.
“You’re so much more trouble than you look.”
I feel his hard bulge bite into my pelvis as he shifts, raising my legs to his sides. I raise my arms and curl them around his neck as he settles himself between my thighs, and before I know it he’s free of his slacks, pushing them down to his ankles, and he’s sheathed and he’s entering me, so huge I almost scream from the sensation of fullness, and then I just want more, more, more, and he’s giving me so much we’re both just bodies moving and straining to get closer.
We’re groaning, kissing and groping, my back nearly breaking against the desk and my nails nearly drawing his blood on his back, and his hips relentlessly pummeling against mine as we kiss like our lives depend on it and like we have no control, like we’re animals and don’t care of the consequences, only want to fuck and taste, fuck and groan, fuck and bite down on each other’s tongue and then suck it and kiss while our breaths explode against one another’s face and our bodies strain to get closer and our hips madly hump and we’re humping like crazy and I’m crying out and he’s coming and we’re both coming and it’s coming over us like crazy and it’s here between us and even then we keep fucking as we come…even keep fucking a little slower as it starts easing—
--what’s my name?
--fuck, he weighs a ton
--shit, but I’m not saying a peep about that because I still want his dick inside me for a little longer
--God. BEST SEX EVER!
--shit. What did I do?
--um, this is going to be awkward.
It’s actually not awkward yet because he pulls out, and he’s still hard, and he rolls me around, makes me wet again, and gives it to me again.