Page 13 of Chic Steel

“No! I?—”

I cup her jaw and my thumb lands on her chin. “Say, I’m a badass businesswoman.”

She rolls her eyes and huffs. “I’m a badass businesswoman.”

“Good. You are. Don’t compare yourself to other people. As long as you’re reaching your goals, that’s what matters.” My thumb sweeps back and forth on her chin, getting closer and closer to her bottom lip.

She bites her lip, and I bite my cheek to stop myself from freeing it with my mouth.

“Sometimes I feel like all I do is shove needles in people.”

“That is what you do.” I glare at her when she rolls her eyes again. “You do it to people who want decoration. You decorate people and give them a way to express themselves. And you wouldn’t be in business if there wasn’t a market for it and you weren’t goodat it, Ella.”

Her lip has gone red from her teeth, and her frown slowly softens as she thinks through what I said.

“You think I’d get my dick pierced by you if I thought you were shit?” I would because it’s her, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“No. You’re right,” she says with a stunned and then determined expression. “I’m good at what I do. And I have a great jewellery selection.” She drags her hand down until itpresses against my pierced nipple. Blood rushes to my cock, and heat coils in my stomach. God, the sensation of her touching me, touching what’shers,turns my mind to mush.

She grins at me and presses a kiss to my cheek, balancing herself on my lap with her hand covering the nipple piercing she put a dinosaur barbell through.

“Come with me to the rugby tomorrow,” I blurt out. I clear my throat and ignore the heat creeping across my cheeks. “I mean, would you like to come to the rugby with me tomorrow? The company’s going and?—”

“Yes!” She shuffles forward until there’s no space between us and puts more of her weight on my lap. Her breath brushes my mouth, and I lick my lips. “Yes, I’ll come.”

“You will?” I sag into her and tighten my hold around her, limbs weak and trembling.

Sounding surprised probably doesn’t help the mood, but I’ve been living off hope and delusion this girl could actually want me. Would want to go out with me. The older guy who shows up at her shop, asking for her and her jewellery. And no one else.

But she saidyes.She agreed to go out with me.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and tucks her head in the crook of my neck. My arm mimics her and urges her closer, and her whisper brushes my skin. “Thank you for making me feel better.”

I tilt my head until my forehead presses against her hair. “Anytime.”

She lifts her head and our lips brush. She sucks in a breath and sits upright. Our eyes lock, and I’m sure she’s about to get up and leave me here, chest tight and lips tingling, but she doesn’t.

She leans forward slowly and presses her lips to mine. Soft, peppering kisses, until she nips my bottom lip. I groan, and my hand tightens on her hip.

One of her hands settles at the base of my neck and sifts through my hair, while the other drags down my chest to my nipple. She finds the piercing and brushes it, then presses slightly, sending electricity through my chest straight to my balls. I pull away and suck in a breath.

“Too sensitive?” she asks, panting.

I shake my head and grind her down on my lap. “Didn’t know it would feel like that.”

“No one’s ever touched it during?”

I shake my head a little and drag her into another kiss before she asks more questions. She makes circles with her hips, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting up to meet her, searching for friction and the little gasp of surprise she makes in response.

Her hand finds the metal again and shifts it as she licks into my mouth and sucks on my tongue. Every time she nudges it or brushes a finger across it, I grow harder and it sends heat through me. Blood pounds in my ears, our panting harsh in the office as we grind against each other and return again and again for drugging kisses.

My hands shift from her shoulders and hip, to press my thumbs into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and I skate over the seam of her jeans. I hold my thumb on it, and she whimpers and grinds faster. Red splashes across her cheeks, and her hair’s mussed.

“Oliver.”

“What do you need?”

“Don’t stop. Keep doing exactly what you’re doing.” The words are broken with gasps.

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