Page 19 of Silent Cravings

This time, I was the one pushing her against the wall, plunging my tongue into her mouth. The tangy taste of gorgonzola lingered, but it was her needy grunts that stole my focus. She reached up, fingers tugging at my hair, her tongue stroking mine until I was sure I would go insane from the need to be inside her.

She gasped at the touch of my hand against her thigh, sliding under her dress to cup her tight ass cheek. Lifting a leg and hooking it around my hip, she drew me closer, locking me in place. There was nowhere I’d rather be than here, tangled up in her, my heart pounding out of my chest and my dick threatening to break my zipper.

I hissed when she sucked my bottom lip, biting down almost hard enough to break the skin, but all the added sensation did was make me crave her more. My blood was on fire, my dick dripping and waiting to be put to use. I molded one of her tits in my hand, testing its weight, running my thumb over the nub jutting out from under her bra and dress. How could I have passed up the opportunity to have her like this all the time? So hot, writhing, and perfect.

“Evan…” she whispered when I broke the kiss to taste the skin of her throat while she clawed at my shoulders. “Oh, God…”

I would make her see God before this was over. Fuck acting like we could keep this professional. Now that we had opened that rusted old door between the past and the present, there was no shutting it again. No pretending. “You thought I’d let you get away with it?” I grunted, grinding against her, making her whimper. “Getting me hard like this? You need to be punished.”

“Punish me,” she begged, meeting my mouth again, our teeth clashing as we fought for control.

“Mr. Anderson?” A soft female voice floated our way from the dining room. For one wild moment, I considered ignoring it, pretending I hadn’t heard. I wasn’t going to let an employee end this when I finally had Valentina where I wanted her.

Unfortunately, she had sharp hearing too. “Shit.” The hands that just seconds ago were clawing my shoulders now pushed them away. “Dammit, this is all wrong. We can’t do this.”

It was more than an uncomfortable hard-on that made me grind my teeth. “What the fuck?” I growled, breathless, needy, and fucking annoyed at the way she immediately changed her mind. “What is it? One minute, you’re turning a taste test into a porno with all that moaning and shit, and the next minute you’re telling me it’s a mistake? Make up your fucking mind,” I spat.

“You’re right.” She fixed her dress, making sure her tits were covered, then smoothed a few strands of hair behind her ears. “That was my mistake. I was screwing around back there, teasing you. It won’t happen again.”

“Bullshit,” I fired back. “You’ve already said that, remember?”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Maybe I needed to be reminded why this is a bad idea. So thanks for the reminder.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I keep forgetting who you are because you’re good with your hands and your dick.” There was so much bitterness in the way she said it, dripping from every word, that I was stunned into silence.

I couldn’t come up with anything to say before she left, her sandals slapping the floor with every quick step. She wasn’t going back to the table. She was leaving the countryclub, which was for the best, considering how tempting it was to tell her to go fuck herself if she thought I was somebody she could play with. If she wanted to punish me for my childish choices, that was one thing. I would’ve respected her more if she would come out and say it instead of screwing with my head.

Instead, I did the only thing I could do to get through the rest of my day. “One minute,” I called out to the faceless employee who had interrupted us.

Ducking into the men’s room, I stepped into the first stall and closed the door before lowering my zipper and freeing my erect dick. I closed my eyes and leaned against the stall door, wrapping my fist around my shaft and working it quickly, desperately, already so close to the edge. I could still taste her, and I focused on that, the memory of her moans, the way her light, floral scent clung to my suit jacket. All of it worked on me, pushing me, making my heart pound and my balls lift.

I was barely able to grab a wad of toilet paper before I exploded, my ears ringing from the force of one spurt after another. “Valentina,” I whispered once it was over, tipping my head back against the wall and heaving a sigh.

There was no way I would make it through the next five weeks this way. Something had to change. The problem was, I had no idea what or how I’d change it when I was this weak for her.

7

VALENTINA

“Come on, you guys…” This was the third time I tried to steer the conversation back toward the purpose of everybody gathering at my apartment. I would’ve had a better chance of herding cats. Nobody wanted to focus, and my jaw ached from clenching it so tight. “I’m only trying to firm up the list of ideas so we can put an itinerary together for the wedding weekend. The sooner we finish, the sooner you can all enjoy your Friday night.”

Yet, throughout the calamity of it all, my mind still wentthere.With him, fooling around, then getting caught. Wishing we hadn’t.

“Everybody listen to her,” Rose’s voice cut through my heated thoughts, and my gaze darted to hers, where she rested her legs in Colton’s lap. Like him, she had come straight from work, and now her heels sat on the floor while he rubbed her feet. “Otherwise, don’t complain when you end up having to do something you don’t want to do before the wedding.”

“I mean, I thought we had things pretty much settled.”Lucian tossed an olive in the air and caught it in his mouth, earning faint applause from the rest of the group. “Golfing and sailing on Saturday, wedding on Sunday. I guess we’ll have a rehearsal dinner?” he asked, looking around. Clearly, he was in a hurry to move on with the evening.

“Of course,” Colton confirmed. “At the country club, right?” he asked Evan, who nodded.

He had been ominously silent since showing up an hour ago. That was fine with me. The less he said, the sooner we could get this over with, and he could leave. I was too annoyed with him and with myself after Wednesday’s fiasco to face him. What a shame I had no choice.

You had a choice not to screw with him.Right, but I couldn’t resist. Who could? Sitting there, watching him turn into some throbbing, aching pile of horniness. He hadn’t tried to hide it, openly ogling me with his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth.

I never could turn down the chance to make a man squirm, especially when that man happened to be somebody who broke my heart—any little way I could get a piece of my pride back.

Okay, so it was fun too. But then he went and kissed me, and everything flipped around. Now I was the one who wished I hadn’t been such a horny, needy mess who had basically humped him in the middle of his place of business. I knew better than that.

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