Page 89 of Forgive You

With parted lips, she stares back at me. I can’t wait to shove my shaft between these luscious lips.

I swear, if we weren’t surrounded by all her co-workers, I’d drag her to a dark corner and find out if she’s as wet underneath this skimpy dress as I think she is.

“You wouldn’t,” she dares, barely above a whisper.

I would.

Weeks of pent-up tension know I sure as fuck would.

Her fingertips slip over my abdomen and slowly, teasingly slide up. I snatch them out of the air before she reaches my neck, then fold her palm over the bulge in my pants. She gasps, her eyes hooded.

“Does this feel like I wouldn’t?” My lips are almost touching hers. “Because I’m five seconds away from skipping the room altogether.”

I bet she’d look really good on one of those wooden patio tables on my left. Or pressed against one of those palm trees where the tiles stop and the beach starts.

Her eyes almost pop out, and another deep swallow has me tucking my lip between my teeth to hide my amusement. I can almost hear her heart pounding out of her chest. Or it’s mine, I’m not sure.

“Five,” I start, taking a deep breath. “Four.” God, she smells so good. “Three.”

Her body kicks back into motion, and she darts below my arm and out of my space.

That’s it, baby.Let me chase you.

Chuckling, I glance over my shoulder. She spins to face me, creating distance as she walks backwards.

“I’m working, Jason,” she scolds, but I see the mischief flickering in her gaze.

She’s loving this.

“The presentation is done, you’ve shaken some hands, and everyone is halfway buzzed or fucked.” I smirk, turning to rest my back against the railing. “I think you’re done for tonight. But I’m not.”

“Jason,” she hisses, barely able to hide her grin as she continues backing away.

“Two,” I go on, and she hastily glances around the patio.

“Jason, you can’t go all cavemen on me,” she whispers. “I work with these people.”

Maybe I would’ve listened to her reasons if I didn’t know what she tastes like or if I didn’t remember what it felt like to slide home inside her. But I do.

It’s been fucking with my head since the first time I held her in my arms as mine, and it’s been living rent free in my mind since I found out she moved to LA. After the small teases and stolen kisses of the past couple of weeks?

I don’t care who’s watching or who isn’t.

Before the clock strikes midnight, this Cinderella is mine.

I cross my arms in front of my chest, tilting my head. “I don’t have to go all cavemen if you don’t make me chase you.”

But deep down, I hope she does.

I will fight for her. I will chase her, because it will be the last goddamn time before I make her mine. For good this time.

“Jason,” she warns, but I just laugh.

“One.” I push off the railing, and she yelps, disappearing inside, mingling through the crowd.

The smells of liquor and small canapes linger around the room, but my focus is only on the blonde pushing past people to stay out of my grasp.

Desire fuels my big strides as I follow her, loving the semi panicking glances over her shoulder. Her cheeks widen each time our eyes connect as she weaves past co-workers as fast as she can.

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