Page 73 of Love Not Qualified

I internally shook my head and hooked a finger under the edge of the robe, teasing the skin behind. “If you’re wearing those panties I had in mind when I jerked off in the shower,” I admitted, flames turning in the pit of my stomach.

She sucked in a breath and I didn’t dare slide the material away to find out myself. It was wrong. Touching her was never supposed to happen, but now that I was feeling her, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to stop myself.

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closing as I dragged my finger until it reached the spot under her neck.

My cock pulsed, begging for release and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying I’d come back to my senses and leave the fuck out of here until I broke my promise. If she let me, sleeping with her would’ve meant going back to the man I once was—the one who had a reputation for fucking every assistant passing in his office—and I couldn’t let that happen.

Haelyn was off-limits.

But when I opened my eyes and saw her open mouth and her rising chest, I forgot about why I wasn’t supposed to do this.

“I should go,” the last sane part of me said, though my hand curled the back of her neck.

Haelyn pushed herself into me. “You should,” she agreed.

I lingered for a moment, listening to our joined and erratic breaths. I tried to search in my mind for the reason why I should return to the couch, but my brain was nothing more than a cloud.

Fuck it.

I lashed at her, pushing her head to mine and smashing my lips to hers. She opened up for me, meeting my tongue halfway as she slowly melted in my grip. I swallowed her moan, biting her bottom lip between my teeth while every muscle in my body tightened.

The sound rushed directly to my dick that pulsed on her abdomen as my mouth covered hers hungrily. The way she made me feel was perilous—it was almost as if she introduced me into another world where everything I thought was enough until then, but turned out to be minimal now that I had her.

My foot took a step back as a carving ache made me release her mouth, eager to hear how her moans sounded when I wasn’t covering them. She slowly peeled her eyes open before a flash passed through.

I instantly tensed, letting her free. “I shouldn’t have done that,” I told her, even though my body begged for more of her.

We stared at each other for a while and I waited for her to give me the smallest hint about if I should’ve made my way out or stayed here. But she glanced at my lips, sucking in repeated breaths and my heart sunk with each second passing without a word from her.

When I put my hand on the doorknob, she flinched to the side, almost as if she didn’t realize we stopped kissing. I looked at her, waiting.

Come on. Tell me to stay.

No. Tell me to go. Tell me this was wrong and you don’t want to see me ever again.

Instead, she just stood there, not even sparing me a glance. So I took that as my cue to leave no matter how hard the fire in my heart burned, longing for more.

I didn’t deserve the kiss. Or her. Not after I infiltrated myself into her life like a fucking psychopath. Not after I still continued to lie. Not after I fed her the illusion of Chad.

I was a fucking asshole.

She made the right choice sending me away.

TWENTY-SEVEN

HAELYN

My eyes remained glued on his back as I felt the warmth leaving my body along with him. Cold swept in my limbs, the door whooshing air inside when it closed and at the same time, it knocked the wind out of my lungs.

I raised my fingers and traced them over my lips—the very same lips that had a taste of Mr. Graves’ mouth and the roughness of him. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel his body pressing on mine and the whisper of his breath from my neck to the inside of my thighs.

I couldn’t believe he did that.

And though I wouldn’t have ever made the move myself, I still dared to arch my bottom into his, provoking him to accept the challenge my lips were begging him for. Deep down, I prayed he’d be at least tempted to take a bite.

Now, I wished he never had because I was never going to forget the feel of him. The skin surrounding my mouth burned from the hunger in our kiss. But it was wrong. In all the right ways.

Us, doing anything else besides work, was wrong. Sara warned me. He wanted nothing more than a warm body in hisbed, and yet my knees shook at the reminder of the position we were in two minutes ago.

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