Page 25 of Seductive Hearts

“Sure.” His slow grin was both infuriating and wildly sexy. Hot enough to steal my breath. “But I’m afraid all the good ones will be taken already.”

“You have standards now?” Where the hell were the most recent designs? “You know, you could help me with this instead of complaining,” I muttered, bunching my dress around my knees before kneeling to look for the folio under one of the tables.

“Oh, now this I like.” I wasn’t fast enough to get up before his footsteps rang out behind me. “Just like that, baby. Ass in the air.”

“Fuck off.” I stood, brushing off my knees and dropping my hem. I was only ever going to be a joke to him.

When would I learn?

What a shame I couldn’t force my body to stop responding to him like it did.

Right now, for instance, when I turned to find him standing so close, I doubted a whisper could pass between our bodies. Suddenly, there was a wall in front of me—warm, firm, and unyielding—that smelled like want. Desire.

His already dark eyes appeared nearly black by the time he whispered, “I think you need to ease all that tension.”

I sucked in a gasp when the faintest touch ran up my spine. His fingers barely skimmed my skin before making the return journey south. I parted my lips so I could breathe, and his gaze landed on them, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me take one short breath after another, studying my reaction.

He wasn’t wrong. I did need relief, but not from him. I didn’t want to regret anything, and I could only regret being with him. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” I choked out.

“What does it feel like?” Holy fuck, he was seductive, his voice a deep growl that made my juices flow.

“You shouldn’t touch me,” I warned in a whisper.

He didn’t seem to care, and neither did my ass once his hand slid over it. Oh my God. I was on fire and had barely done anything. “Let me take care of that for you, boss,” he growled out.

Suddenly, I was backed against the table, spreading my thighs for him. He was everywhere, all over me, his hands trailing slowly up my calves, taking the dress with them before moving up my thighs. Every inch his skillful fingers covered took me an inch closer to oblivion, and maybe it was knowing how wrong it was that made it feel so right. Knowing it could never happen again.

It shouldn’t happen now.

Instinct screamed at me to put an end to it before we went any further. I had to be stronger than this and Colton’s hold over me.

Then his fingertips teased my inner thigh, and my strength melted away.

It would only happen once.

Just one time because he didn’t do long-term.

It would be fine, so long as I didn’t go into it with any expectations. I could handle it. I’d probably hate myself, but I could handle it.

Amazing, the things we could tell ourselves when we were horny as hell and dying to come.

“Like silk,” he murmured, leaning over me, teasing me with the idea of a kiss but never quite delivering. He overwhelmed me until I leaned back on my elbows, letting my head drop back when his hot breath fanned across my throat.

Kiss me, just kiss me. I didn’t have the nerve to say it. I settled for sighing, bending my legs and pulling him closer to my aching pussy.

“Are you just as silky down here?” When he cupped my lace-covered mound, I lost myself, grinding my hips helplessly.

It didn’t matter. He would forget all about it, wouldn’t he? This was nothing but a joke.

“I knew it,” he growled out, peeling the soaked fabric away from my skin and pulling it down my legs. “All it takes is the right touch, and you’re purring like a kitten.”

I wanted to tell him to shut up, but all that came out was a long, guttural moan when one, then two of his thick digits stretched my pussy. “Oh my God!” I cried out, angling my hips so he could go deeper. “Colton, fuck!”

“You’re so tight,” he breathed out, pumping in and out of my drenched hole, teasing my clit with his thumb and driving me insane. Was it possible to die from pleasure? I couldn’t handle all the sensations hitting me from all sides.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

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