Page 190 of The Last Good Man

A smile grows on his lips as I grip his wrist and kiss the palm of his hand.

He lowers his mouth to me, and I breathlessly wait for the kiss.

We kiss slowly as if I’m not at work,and thisis not Monday morning in one of Manhattan's busiest skyscrapers.

We kiss like we’re not in the bathroom, and people are not roaming outside.

As if we didn’t fuck this past Saturday.

We kiss like two people who are oblivious to everything else.

“What made you come here?” I ask quietly, our eyes connected.

He gives me a smug smile.

“I wanted to see you.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes… I also wanted to get a sense of how boring your world is,”hesays, and I flashed an amused smile.

“You’re charming.”

“We both know that,” he says with self-deprecating humor.

His gaze glides down, a smile still on his lips.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his hand moving down, his fingers fluttering over my skirt, his fingertips grazing the apex of my thighs. I must be red to my hairline as my cheeks catch on fire.

He tears his other hand away from my face and moves it down my neck and past my collarbones before reaching my chest.

He cups a breast and lowers his mouth to kiss me again. Despite knowing what that means and how impossible it is to accomplish it here, I loop my arms around his neck and press myself into him.

I can’t open my legs for him for a gazillion reasons, the most important one being that it hurts like hell.

But lust wouldn’t be lust if it weren’t irrational and hard to resist.

Noticing how warm I am against his frame, he slides his hands inside my jacket and peels it off my shoulders.

“You don’t want to put a crease in it,” he says, setting it on the edge of the sink.

He tugs at my bow with great care and undoes italongwith a couple of buttons.

When he lowers his head and runs the tip of his tongue from the swell of my breast to my lips and then slides it into my mouth, I’m already down for whatever else he has in mind.

Facing real constraints, we indulge ourselves, tasting the forbidden pleasure, knowing we can’t go all the way.

Everything is delicious when it’s forbidden.

I want his mouth on my body and his fingers in my hair. He slides his hands into my hair and pulls my head back, crushing my lips and deepening the kiss.

The heat becomes unbearable, and I undo two more buttons and then two more. It’s a delicate fabric, and I can’t risk ruining it.

Still kissing me, he slides my blouse off my shoulders, undoes it all the way, untucks it, and places it on the blazer.

My bra falls open under his touch, and a nipple hurts between his teeth when he sucks on my breast.

Extending his arm, he lets my bra drop on the rest of my clothes.

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