Page 67 of Soul Food

“It’s fine.” Liam was having a staring contest with Amit. “Let him be.”

Amit sighed, reaching for my hand. “Come on.”

Even they must have heard the change in his tone—the quick softness that replaced the angered one because all three of them watched us with rapid interest.

“I’ll be back,” I said quickly as Amit led us out the door.

“Must you hang out with those vermin?” He sighed as he walked down the hallway. He let go of my hand but lingered close to me.

“I like them. They’re good company and great musicians. The real question is why you guys don’t like each other?”

He looked over at me. “We’re too different. Leave it at that.”

I frowned. “You make it hard to get to know you.”

“You don’t want to get to know me.”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him close. “I do. Am I not allowed to?”

“I thought you wanted one thing from me and aren’t I giving it?”

He was right. I had to mentally take a step back. From the very beginning, I was reaching out and trying to touch him in places I had no right to—his mind and his heart.

“You’re right.” I let go of him and resumed walking again. He was a step behind me this time as I took my frustrations out in the way I walked, every step stomped angrily into the tile.

“You’re upset,” he muttered.

I stopped again. “Will you stop trying to read me?”

“I don’t even have to try. I already know everything there is to know about you.”

I ignored him as he led me into his office. His secretary, Diane, eyed us going in and no doubt she saw all the tabloids about us and was deciding what to believe. When the door shut, I rounded on him. “I want you to fuck me right here.”

“Eat,” he muttered darkly. He tried to step by me, but I blocked him, being a nuisance.

“No. Fuck. Me. Not feed me. That’s what this is.”

He scrutinized me. “You’re the one that invited me to an amusement park, remember?”

“You’re the one who wanted to take me somewhere. This is your fault.” I jabbed him in the chest with my finger. “Fuck me right here.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s what I want. It’sallI want from you.”

Lava settled in my stomach when he shirked off his suit jacket. My anticipation grew as he unbuttoned his shirt. Leaving it open, he reached for me and untucked my shirt from my skirt. Slowly, he unfastened my blouse, each finger like a caress, scorching me until I could take it no longer. His calmness increased my nervousness—unnecessary and a bridge we’d already crossed.

“Why are you going so slow?” I pulled away and yanked at my shirt. I left my skirt on, and walked over to the door, and locked it. Amit’s gunmetal-gray eyes observed me as I approached him. They lit up as he stared at my breasts in the bright green push-up bra. His heated expression but lack of further action fueled me. Deep down, there was a storm raging—a tense, restless force that needed to be acted upon.

Grasping his hand, I pulled him toward his desk. I pushed him against it and moved between his legs as I kissed him. He opened for me immediately. I loved the taste of him, like mocha and roses were crushed together to create something you weren’t supposed to taste but enticed you all the same. We kissed and kissed. I raked my fingernails down his chest, up his arms, and against his back until I finally dragged my lips from his. “Amit, are you going to fuck me?”

Placing his palm flat against my back, he stood and pivoted us around so that I was the one against the desk. His hands roamed to my waist, although strong, were gentle as he hauled me onto the desk, pushed my thighs apart with his knees, and settled between them. The soulful yearning in his eyes spurred me to reach up and pull his face to mine. Instead of kissing, I went on to graze his bottom lip with my teeth. He groaned gravely, and my core throbbed in cadence to his voice, dampening my panties.

“Stop trying to lead,” he mumbled against my mouth before he broke away. Closing his eyes, he breathed in through his nose, then exhaled through his mouth. When he reopened them, he was controlled. His hand roamed over my body, kneaded flesh, pulling me back every time I tried to make him lose his restraint.

When I cupped the bulge in his pants, he hissed and jerked my hand away. My stomach quivered, pooling more heat to my pussy. His breath fell over me like he was in pain, maybe he was, because I couldn’t bear to see his face right now. Every time I met his stare, it consumed me. He looked so broken but hopeful. It was scary. I wanted him to rush our bodies, and here he was, taking it slow with an expression so determined and expectant.

I was breathing heavier by the time he pulled my breasts out of my bra. The second he tugged on a hardened nipple, my legs splayed further apart as I arched into his touch, heart hammering so fast that he could likely feel it. Good God, that felt good. My head fell back, and I lowered myself onto my elbows since his towering size looming over demanded me to. He leaned down at my exposed neck, laving and biting into my skin gently, almost lovingly. His finger slid between the valley of my breasts slow yet erotically. Anxious flurries rolled through me. What was this? We were supposed to be fucking. He was being so tender that my breath was hitching every time he met my gaze with his fevered one. I averted my eyes every time because of it.

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