Page 88 of Love Not Qualified

No.

I shook my head, but made no move to remove myself from his embrace. “We can’t.”

His hand slipped under my shirt and jacket, teasing the skin above the zipper of my pants. I tensed, gulping at the warm flicker passing through my belly.

“I need you,” he urged. “Like a fucking desperate man who’s never had a woman in his life. Haelyn, if you didn’t realize that yet, you made me forget about the existence of any woman I met before you.”

I gulped and smiled so freely my cheeks hurt. God, he had his way with words and I would’ve been a fool to say I didn’t squirm in happiness the moment I heard them.

No. Get it together.

I knew I was about to end the charade and give in soon. My only hope was he’s going to step away before that happened.

“Damn it.” My voice croaked when his fingers traced under my panties. “You want everything that has a pussy between her legs,” I breathed out the moment his thumb covered my clit, arching my back into him. My fingers dug into his cold arm. “You want anyone just to prove to yourself you can have whoever you want,” I continued, one of his fingers entering me. “If—if it wasn’t me, it was Sara. If it wasn’t Sara—ah,” I moaned, biting my bottom lip. “It would’ve been anyone else.”

His teeth bit the lobe of my ear and I shuddered, feeling the slick between my legs. He was putting his anger on me, lashing with no shame. “I would’ve never fucked, Sara,” Mr. Graves said in a grave tone. “I made a promise to myself about myassistants,” he spit out while the softness of his fingers inside me turned into a volcano about to erupt.

“And what am I? I’m your assistant.”

He grabbed my neck next, grunting. “You don’t think I can keep my cock in my pants?” Mr. Graves asked, but wasn’t expecting an answer. “I thought I made myself clear that it happened one time and it didn’t mean shit to me. She wasn’t like you, Haelyn. You make my mind swirl every time you are around and if it isn’t fucking obvious by now, I want you. Fuck, I’ll make you walk around naked and keep my hands to myself if that would prove just how I want you to be mine. With or without clothes.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t even know if I should say this because when I’m with you, I have no control over myself, but it’s not just your body that I want. And call me an idiot or whatever you want, but I never felt like this and I don’t know what to do—let you go or make sure you don’t slip between my fingers?”

I moaned, not able to contain the sound from rushing out of my mouth.

This was everything I wanted to hear for so long. This was like a sweet song that brushed my ears, like the sun on a summer day kissing my skin. No, scratch that, it was better than anything I lived before. It was better than any victory, any achievement, or any type of wealth.

“I do know one thing, Haelyn Ross. I want you.”

My stupid heart felt important.

My mind woke up at his confession and I snapped my eyes open into the darkness. I stilled, just now realizing we were in the middle of the road and any passing human or car could see us. Yet I didn’t have the courage to make him stop—not when I wanted it with every cell inside me.

“You don’t even understand,” he whispered in my ear with a laugh. He almost sounded in pain. “No one has made me feelwhat you make me feel and I don’t know how the fuck to label it, but I know I want you. I want you, Haelyn. Any other woman could be in front of us, telling me to have her instead, and I’d still send her to walk away.” Mr. Graves’ breaths were uneven when he rode me with a twist of his finger to my orgasm.

I wasn’t sure if it was his words or his fingers that made me come so quickly.

“One chance,” he pushed as I shuddered into his arms, clinging onto him like a goddamn monkey and my legs trembling on the ground.

God, he felt so good.

Because I wasn’t in the state to say anything else, I gave him a curt nod. Luckily, he got the message because the next thing I knew, I was thrown in the back of his car.

This night was what we needed to figure out what to do next. Then, we weren’t going to be as confused about what we wanted from each other.

THIRTY-TWO

TRISTAN

It was a mystery to me how I managed to make it to the apartment I owned closest to where we were when all I could think about was Haelyn sprawled open for me in the back of my car.

My mind sent big, red warning signs as soon as I drove off the street and decided to take her somewhere she could feel comfortable, because not in a million years had I done that for any other girl. Her apartment was the easiest choice, but when she shook her head at me, I didn’t insist.

But then, Haelyn wasn’t just any other girl, and while I didn’t know what she was—which was panicking me—I knew it would not have been right to have her in the back of my car.

So here I was, with her back pinned on my front door, mouth on hers, one hand on her round ass, and the other struggling to fit the fucking key into the lock. She moaned on my lips and it was the sweetest sound I ever tasted. I couldn’t help but release the grunt in my throat and dig my fingers deeper into the skin that was molding into my grip.

Her body was so responsive to my touch as if she was made for me and I was made for her.

“Haelyn.” I bit her lip and she pushed into my cock which was hard and ready for her since that fucking day she walked inside my office for an interview. She ignored me, then her arms circled around my neck. “If you don’t stop grinding on me, I might fucking forget that we have to get inside and will end up fucking you on the floor in front of my apartment.”

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