Page 77 of Indiscretion

“Do you believe me that nothing happened?”

Naomi looked deep into my eyes for a long time before nodding.

I smiled. “Good. Because the idea of touching another woman is laughable, really. I don’t even look anymore, which is insane to me. But I have no interest. You know why?”

She hesitated, but eventually shook her head.

I took another step closer. The coconut was all around me now, and it was mixed with the best scent—her. Naomi’s tongue ran the length of her bottom lip, leaving it glistening. It was totally and completely mesmerizing, yet I didn’t think she had a clue she was doing it. She didn’t have a clue what she’d been doing to me since the first night I laid eyes on her.

Naomi leaned in ever so slightly, and the tiny movement was enough to tell me so much. I stopped debating what I was going to say and just spoke.

“Because you’re the only woman I’m interested in.”

Her eyes bounced between mine. “What part of me are you interested in, Dawson?”

I’m usually censored around women, especially women I’m interested in, because I don’t want to give them the wrong impression of my intentions. But I got lost in her beautiful green eyes. “Twenty-two.”

Her adorable nose wrinkled. “Twenty-two?”

I smiled. “That’s how many freckles are on your nose. I counted them on about the tenth time I stalked your Facebook page two weeks after the wedding. I’m interested in every part of you, sweetheart.”

She smiled, and it felt like my chest swelled. Maybe some other parts grew swollen too. I closed the distance between us, cupped both her cheeks, and fused our lips together. She tasted even better than I remembered. I’d never been into drugs, but I’d seen plenty of movies where the addict slips a needle into his arm and his world stops spinning, euphoria coming over his tense face. I was addicted in two seconds flat. And that’s also how long it took for slow and sweet to go out the window.

Our tongues collided, arms wrapped around each other, and hands grabbed everywhere. It felt desperate, like I needed her to breathe instead of air. Yet there was also something else going on—somethingmore. But for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to run from whatever it was, I wanted to grab it and keep it safe.

My cell phone rang in the distant background, but it could’ve been Jesus Christ himself calling and I wasn’t going to pick up. I couldn’t stop touching her if my life depended on it. Grabbing a handful of ass, I gave it a good, firm squeeze and hoisted her up into the air. Naomi’s legs wrapped around my waist as I walked until her back hit the wall. She dug her nails into my hair and yanked, letting me know she was right there with me.

My head dipped down to her neck, the smell of coconut making me even hungrier, if that was possible. I wanted to feast on her—taste and bite, savor and suck—before swallowing her whole. I have no damn idea how long we stayed that way, glued together and dry humping like two horny teenagers, but when I ground down and felt her wetness through my pants, I thought I might actually turn into a fourteen-year-old boy and come right here.

But then Naomi wrenched her mouth from mine. “Dawson, maybe it’s important.”

“Of course it’s important,” I said, gulping air.

She smirked. “I meant the phone. It’s the third time it’s rung in the last two minutes.”

Huh?I blinked myself back to reality, and sure enough, my office phone was ringing. I’d vaguely heard my cell making noise when we started, but that was it.

“Maybe you should answer?”

I groaned. “Seriously?”

She wiped her swollen mouth with the back of her hand. “We’re also in the office.”

I gave no fucks. I wouldn’t have stopped if we were in the middle of Times Square with an audience watching. But Naomi unlocked her feet from behind my back and lowered them to the floor. Meanwhile, my desk phone stopped ringing, and two seconds later, my cell started again.

“Why don’t you get that?” she whispered.

I was still trying to catch my breath and had a steel pipe straining from my slacks. I looked down. “I need a minute before I can move.”

She giggled and covered her mouth. “Okay. I’ll get your cell phone for you.”

I stayed rooted in place. It was going to take a hell of a lot longer than sixty seconds to calm myself. The damn phone was still ringing when she came back and extended it to me. I took it and brought my finger to the screen to swipe and answer, but then stopped. “Wait.”

Naomi’s eyes met mine. “What?”

“I feel like when I answer this thing, all hell is going to break loose, and I’m going to wind up having to put out a fire.”

“Okay…”

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