Page 12 of Accidental Vegas Vows

“I’ve already crossed lines with you that I absolutely shouldn’t have, even if it’s HR compliant,” I added. “I can talk to you like a human and not a robot dressed in a business suit.”

She bit her lip as I handed her the replacement drink. “Is it bad that I like that you crossed a line with me?” she asked, and instead of taking her drink from me, she grasped the straw with her fucking tongue and pulled it into her mouth, sucking at the strong cocktail. The little smirk she gave as she released the straw told me she knew exactly what she was doing. Tempting me.

“Christ,” I breathed, watching her as those big eyes met mine innocently. I set her glass back down before she could insist on drinking far too quickly. “You say you’re a virgin but it doesn’t fucking look like it.”

“I’m not that innocent,” she laughed, one hand coming to rest against my chest. “I’ve watched porn. And movies exist.”

Movies and porn. Was that genuinely all she was working with?

I took her face back in my hand, desperate to feel her lip against my thumb again. If I did it again and we did nothing else, I could memorize the way it felt at the least and imagine it elsewhere instead.

“You’ve never done anything?” I asked, lightly brushing my thumb across her mouth, committing it to my mind over and over.

Her lips parted as she leaned into me. “I’ve had a few boyfriends. Held a guy’s dick in my hand once,” she laughed. “That’s about as far as that went.”

I studied her features, watching as they relaxed the more I held her, the more I touched her. The faint music and chatter from the other patrons, the sounds of traffic far below us, and my ever-growing proximity didn’t even seem to phase her anymore. “You didn’t want to go any further with them?”

She shook her head. “No.”

Exhaling shakily, I touched her lips with my thumb again, transfixed by her. So fucking smart, but so bold with some drinks in her. “Would you go further with me?” I asked. I regretted it the moment it left my lips — it shouldn’t have come out. It should have stayed neatly tucked away with all of my other thoughts of her.

She nodded. Not an ounce of hesitation.

“Do you understand what I want from you?” I rasped, my thumb just barely slipping past her lips. Her tongue pressed against it, warm and wet and fucking soft, and… I needed to calm down. I needed to not do this with her, but I couldn’t find it in me to stop.

She didn’t answer me — but the flutter of her lashes, the way she didn’t fight me in the slightest as I fisted the fabric at the small of her back, told me she was having the same thoughts as I was. That made it so much worse, so much harder. Blood rushed between my hipbones.

I turned her, pressing her back against the railing, crowding her. “I want you,” I said, the words coming out as a low growl as I dropped my head beside hers, my lips hovering beside her ear. “In whatever ways you’ll give me.”

The little noise she made sounded almost like a gulp, but I took it as a confirmation.

I pressed my lips to hers again, testing my luck. She didn’t flinch, didn’t panic, didn’t hesitate — she kissed me back just as eagerly. The heat of her breath, her hand on my chest, the way she lingered when I tried to take a quick breather… I didn’t want to stop.

HR policy strictly said that sex with employees who were not in an established, committed relationship already at the time of hire or married to one another was off limits. Her beliefs limited her to similar standings.

But neither had any stipulations on anything other than sex.

Throwing one cursory glance over my shoulder to ensure we were alone in our little corner of the rooftop, I decided to test both of our boundaries. A horrible decision, really, but I wanted her too much and she was right there, and if I waited a second longer, she’d need another gulp of her drink to pluck up the confidence to let me touch her.

Shielding her with my body, I kissed her again, this time letting my hands drift. She leaned into it, breaking from my lips only to give me a little gasp and my fingers went lower, and lower, and lower, down along the hem of her black dress. She kissed me demandingly as I lifted the fabric up along her thigh, up over her rear, and exposed what was beneath to only me.

I broke from the kiss, giving her just enough space between our lips to object if she wanted to, and glanced down where my hand rested against the top of her black, lacy underwear and the bare flesh of her thighs and hips. Fluttering lashes hid bright green eyes as I dragged my gaze back to her, and before I could even ask, she spoke.

“Touch me,” she breathed.

Fuck. We were screwed. “Spread your legs, Olivia,” I ordered.

One shaky leg split off from the other, her heel clicking against the concrete.

I shoved a knee between her thighs, locking them in place. Lips parted and pupils blown, she looked up at me as I slipped my fingers behind the lacy fabric and down, down…

She was soaked.

“Oh, fuck,” I swallowed, nudging the side of her face with the bridge of my nose. She smelled of lavender, like falling asleep, but I wanted to do anything but that with her. Her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, her fingers playing with my hair, and the moment I dived between her lips and found her clit, the sound she made nearly drove me to do far worse things.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her nails digging into my skin. “We’re in public?—”

“You want me to stop, princess?” I offered her, breathing in her scent with every word spoken. My fingers slipped easily between her thighs, circling her clit, keeping my touch light enough that she wasn’t getting enough. I watched as her chest rose and fell erratically. Her back arched against the railing, her gaze flicking between my eyes and somewhere over my shoulder.

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