Page 72 of Forbidden You

“Do you really want me to, baby?” The sound ofbabyfalling off her plump lips makes my dick hard enough to slice through my pants, painfully pressing against my fly. Her champagne breath fans my face, and I brush my lips over hers. The warmth that radiates off of her brings shivers down my spine, physically torturing myself by holding back.

“You’ve been drinking.”

“I did,” she admits, biting her lip. “But it was only one. I promise.”

“You’re the worst,” I whisper.

“I am.” There is a mischievous glint in her eyes, and it’s the moment I know I’m done for.

I need her.

I want her.

I can’t resist her.

“Punish me for it,” she whispers, and all resolve rushes from my body.

My lips crash against hers, her manicured nails digging into my skin, while my hands take hold of her face. Her touch is electrifying, just like I remembered, and her plump lips are searing.

It’s slow, sweet at first. I give in to a longing that’s long overdue, but I also want to savor it.

I don’twantto rush it. But when her lips part, and her tongue darts against mine, my kiss grows hungry, and I can’t. Reveling in the craving that has been surging through my veins since the moment I saw her standing in my office with a suitcase and a beaming smile.

Forcefully, I grab the back of her neck, groaning against her throat while I press my growing bulge against her stomach as our tongues keep dancing more urgently.

Her hands depart from my spine, unbuttoning my shirt with a speed I didn’t even know was possible. She pushes it off my shoulders, before my hands continue their journey down her body.

“You drive me mad,” I breathe , pushing up the fabric of her dress. The texture of her pantyhose feels rough under my palm until suddenly I’m greeted by her warm, silky skin. I break loose, searching for her cheeky blue eyes. “Are you wearing a garter?”

“Hmm,” she purrs. “You wanna see?”

“Fucking hell, babe. You’re killing me.”

“I know.” Content, she presses her lips against mine once more, and her tongue dives back into my mouth, deepening our kiss. A rhythmic dance forms as our mouths explore every inch of the other’s, setting a pace that makes me simultaneously wild and brainless. I could keep kissing her all day, living in a permanent high.

“I’m supposed to do the right thing here,” I huff between kisses.

“Shut up, Bodi.”

“I’m your boss.” I don’t even know why I’m still talking, because I’m not even listening to myself.

“I won’t tell HR. I promise.”

“You promise.” I grin sarcastically, our touch never fully breaking.

She lets out a confirming whine. “But only if you touch me between my legs in the next five seconds. Otherwise, I’m forced to report you for sexually torturing your employee on the work floor.”

“You have such a dirty mouth.” I chuckle while I bring my hand closer to her core. My fingers grace the lace of her panties, and she moans as I catch the evidence of her desire.

“Keep going, and I can show you just how dirty it is.”

“Fucking hell.”

The thought of her lips sucking on my dick makes all restrictions fall to the side, and I bring her dress up with both hands before I get to my knees, pulling her panties down with me.

I want to taste her.

Eagerly, I dig my nose against her sex, breathing in her sultry scent, and instantly, I’m hooked all over again. I look up, bringing two fingers to my mouth before I run them through her folds. Her mouth flies open on a gasp, her knees buckling.

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