Page 36 of Tasting Sin

Trust me.

Chapter 22

Ronan

“Hey, boss.” The front-of-house host knocked on my office door as he opened it. The restaurant staff rarely came up to our offices, and I cocked my head to the side. “Sorry to interrupt,” Sal said, realizing too late that he should’ve waited after he knocked before he just walked in.

“What do you need?” I asked, dropping my pen onto my desk. Sal reared back slightly at my frustration, clearing his throat.

He stammered, taking another step into the office. “S-sorry. There’s a girl here to see you?”

“Who?” I glared at him until the door opened more, revealing Nellie standing slightly behind him. She looked taken aback, but as soon as her eyes met mine, my disappointment in the interruption faded. “What are you doing here?” My voice was sharper than intended, and Nellie winced.

“I…” she started to say, but she stopped, looking behind her toward the front of the restaurant.

“You may go, Sal,” I said, turning my attention back to Nellie. “Come here.” Sal disappeared down the hallway toward the stairs to the restaurant, and she watched him walk away.

“I can go too if you want.” Her voice was quiet, and she looked frozen in place. When she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, I wanted it to be in my mouth. I wanted to swallow the whimper I knew would escape.

“I said,” I lifted my fingers in a come-hither motion, “come here.” I emphasized the two words.

Nellie stepped into the room, jumping when the office door closed behind her. With every step she took toward me, I came closer to smelling the sweet vanilla scent that floated off her. “You didn’t answer me,” I said when she was close enough for me to grab her wrist. I tugged her into my lap, earning a quiet gasp that caused my cock to stir.

“I wanted to see you.” I could feel her shaking in my lap. “Are you still mad?”

I grabbed her chin between my thumb and finger, turning her head to the side so her gaze would meet mine. “Mad?” When she gulped, I felt her throat move against my hand. “Not at all. I’m glad you’re here.”

“You seemed so mad.” Her voice was less timid, but her breathing picked up.

I moved my fingers from her chin, closing my hand lightly around her neck and guiding her backward until her back was flush against my chest. She tilted her head back, resting it against my shoulder. Positioning my lips over her ear, I inhaled, reveling in her scent.

“How can I be angry when a woman like you walks into my office wearing a little skirt like this, hmm?” Nellie pressed her thighs together, and her muscles flexed against my lap beneath the fabric of the dress that barely reached her knees. I smirked. “Even if she won’t tell me the reason she’s here.”

I ran my hand down the center of her body, resting on her thigh, and Nellie’s stare followed it the entire way. She adjusted in my lap so she could face me. “What do you do? Like for a living.” Her eyes bounced around the room, looking from the bookshelf to the window to the meaningless artwork that decorated the walls, as it would give her the answer to her question.

“I own a chain of pizza restaurants,” I said with a chuckle. “Like the one you’re sitting in right now. I thought you knew that.”

Nellie scrunched her nose like she was stuck in thought—or like she didn’t quite believe me. There was no way she knew about the family business, and even less chance that I was going to tell her about it. She stayed like that for a moment. “Is that all you do?”

“Why are you asking?” I asked, using my hold on her thigh to guide it to the side. I repeated the action with the other leg, satisfied when she left them spread apart. When I started to lift her skirt, she sucked in a sharp, deep breath, but she didn’t stop me.

“I’m just curious,” Nellie whispered.

When I ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh, dragging the material of her skirt with it, goosebumps rose on her skin. I wanted to trace them with my tongue. “There are better things to be than curious,” I said against her ear, drawing my teeth over her earlobe.

“Like what?” She looked up from where my hand had disappeared beneath her skirt, and when she found my stare, her eyes had intensified.

I slipped my finger beneath the soft lace panties she wore, brushing over her bare mound. “Let me show you.” Nellie held her breath while I parted her lips, sliding my finger between them.

She nodded, dropping her legs further apart. Her curiosity pooled like her arousal between her legs, and when I circled my middle finger around her already-hard clit, her body jolted. She was willing, eager, even. When Nellie whimpered, rolling her hips forward, I pushed a single finger inside her.

Her satisfied whine encouraged me, and I curled my finger against her G-spot, pressing into it with a slow, pulsing rhythm. “Oh, sugar, were you this wet when you walked in here?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, thrusting her hips against my hand. “I couldn’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Nellie’s heavy breaths and the wet sound of her pussy squeezing my fingers filled my office, accompanied by little whimpers. It was a sound I could get addicted to—one I maybe already was. I needed to hear more of it, but when she cried out louder, I imagined someone outside my office hearing her. I didn’t want to share that sound.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either. You’re something, you know that?” I said quietly against her ear. She quivered, and her nipples hardened into tight little peaks that I could see through the layered fabric of her shirt and bra. “Absolutely fucking addicting.”

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