Page 4 of Edging Obsession

“Everywhere.”

She tightens her lips together. “Okay, can you expand on that?”

“No.”

Taking in a deep breath, she continues, “You’re from everywhere. Good to know.” With a smile, I trace the outer shell of her ear, which causes her to shiver. “Are you married?”

A single brow raises when I respond, “You know I’m not.”

“Children?”

She’s digging. Do I have a bastard child out there? I sure as hell hope not. In my younger years, my rebellious side was too carefree and careless. It’s been a long time since I wet my dick in some unknown pussy, and I’m always sheathed. My gaze lingers on Jules’ eyes. I’m willing to end my drought with her.

She’s waiting, so I oblige. “Are you offering?”

Jules sucks in a breath, eyes astonished by my comment. “No! I just…I need to get some information on all the band members. This article is important.”

“How important?”

“Keeping my jobimportant.” Now I’m curious. Her hair covers her face when she looks down, so my fingers bring her chin up for her to focus on me. “I messed up a bit at work. My boss was kind enough to offer me this opportunity in exchange for keeping my job.”

“Then ask me about the band.”

Her exhausted sigh indicates she’s willing to drop the personal line of questioning. “What do you like most about being a drummer?”

“The women.” I wink. “The electricity created by the crowd. There’s nothing comparable.”

Jules’ smile is like a favorite song, one you want to play all the time until memorized.

“Good. That’s great. Thanks.” She writes my response down, bringing the tip of the pen to her lips. Not a good idea when my mind is drifting into sinful territory.

She asks, “Which song is your favorite?”

Jules bites the pen and I fixate on her lips. Thoughts about kissing them. Visions of them wrapped around my cock. I remove the pen from her mouth.

“Wicked Joys.” I lick my lips, eyes bouncing from her lips to her eyes.

“Yes! It’s one of my favorites. My all-time favorite isButterfly Winds. It has a delirious rhythm.”

“Kind of like you.”

She blushes again. “Miles, you’re…” Jules’ eyes rest on mine. “…quite forward. It’s refreshing to be around someone who speaks their mind, except I’m not sure…” Her lips compress and she turns.

My hand cradles her jaw to turn her face back to mine. “You’re not sure about what?”

Her eyebrows sink lower. “I’m not sure you should say those things to me. The connection between us is undeniable. And you’re…gorgeous. But I can’t risk my job.”

“We’re just talking.”

The couch gives as her body relaxes and she shakes her head. “We’re notjusttalking. Desire is spinning a web around us, and the things you say are sticking. I appreciate the compliments. I—”

“You want to kiss me.”

The cutest giggle escapes her. “Uh, who wouldn’t?”

“Then do it.”

Her gaze drifts to my mouth and she shifts closer. To put her out of her misery, I press my lips against hers. It’s faint and unobtrusive. I put space between us and recognize the same want in her eyes. Her tongue sweeps over the plumpness of her lower lip. Eyes rove over my face until they settle on mine. Half-lidded, she moves close enough to where we’re breathing for each other. My mouth takes hers again. Opening to the sweet smell of her strawberry breath, my tongue outlines her lips, absorbing her sensuality. Somehow, I’ve pushed her down on the couch and I’m on top between her legs. I break the kiss, watching her reaction as I roll my pelvis into her, amplifying our arousal. I smell hers, and it only compels my pelvis to torture her clit. Hands, mouths, run the gamut of our faces. When I stop for air, she fists my shirt, sucking in a breath.

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