Page 6 of Guilty Pleasures

“Oh, come on,” Silas teases, closing the distance between us.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I manage to stammer, taking another step back. My ass bump against his wall, and I realize with a jolt that I’m trapped between Silas and the sturdy oak surface.

His eyes glitter with amusement and something darker, more primal. “No?” he asks, leaning in closer. “Then why are you blushing?”

I gasp as Silas’s lips crash against mine with an intensity that sends shockwaves through my entire body. His strong arms wrap around me like a protective cocoon, drawing me into his warmth. For a fleeting moment, I attempt to push him away, my palms flat against his hard chest. Yet, as his fingers weave through my hair with a gentle urgency and he pulls me closer, my resolve crumbles like a fragile wall.

A small, involuntary whimper escapes my lips as I succumb to the kiss, my mouth parting instinctively. My arms, seemingly with a mind of their own, snake around his neck, pulling him closer. I press myself against him, savoring the comforting heat radiating from his body. The kiss deepens, evolving into something hungry and desperate as if we’re trying to make up for weeks of unspoken tension and longing at this moment.

My head spins in a dizzying whirl of emotions, and I clutch at Silas’s shoulders to steady myself, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers. This is so much more intense and exhilarating than I could have imagined. A small, rational part of me knows we shouldn’t be doing this, that there are likely consequences lurking in the shadows. But right now, with Silas’s hands exploring the contours of my back and his scent enveloping me, I can’t bring myself to care.

His lips brush my ear as he whispers, “You’ve been wanting this all day, haven’t you, brat?”

I shiver, heat pooling low in my belly. “Maybe,” I breathe.

Silas growls, nipping at my neck. “Don’t play coy now.”

My fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses a path along my jaw. “And how’s that?” I ask, my voice breathy and unfamiliar to my own ears.

“Like you want me to throw you down and have my way with you,” he presses his lips against my skin. “Like you’re begging for a firm hand.”

A whimper escapes me as he squeezes my hips. “Silas…”

In one swift motion, he lifts me into his arms. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me toward the door. The lock clicks into place, and a thrill runs through me.

“No more games,” Silas says, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

Silas drops me onto the leather couch in his office, the cool material a shock against my flushed skin. My breath catches as he slowly unbuttons his crisp white shirt, revealing tanned, chiseled abs underneath. I ache to run my hands over them, to feel the hard planes of his body.

“Please,” I whimper, trying to touch him.

He shakes his head, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Silas grasps my thighs, spreading my legs wide. With a quick motion, he tears my lacy underwear away, leaving me exposed and trembling with need.

“You’re so wet for me already,” Silas growls, his voice low and husky. “I bet you taste divine. Should I find out?”

I can only nod frantically, beyond words, as his fingers trail up my inner thigh.

“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl for me,” Silas commands. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’ll be the best girl.”

CHAPTER 6

SILAS

Idrop to my knees in front of Harper, my hands sliding up her silky, bare thighs as I position myself between them. Her breath hitches as I roughly push her legs apart, exposing her glistening pussy to me. I lean in, inhaling her fucking intoxicating scent before pressing my mouth to her hot, wet flesh.

A soft, needy moan escapes her lips as my tongue delves into her folds, licking and exploring every fucking inch of her. I take my time, savoring her sweet taste and how she squirms beneath my touch. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer as I focus my attention on her clit. I circle it with my tongue, flicking and sucking until she’s writhing against my face, begging for more. I slide two fingers into her tight, wet hole, curling them to hit her G-spot while I continue to feast on her clit. She’s dripping wet, her juices coating my fingers and face, and I fucking love it.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl. Always pushing back, never doing what you’re told.” My fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place on the cool leather of my office couch.

Harper lets out a breathy moan as I move higher, closer to where she wants me most. “Please, Silas,” she whimpers.

“Such an impatient little brat. Maybe this will teach you to behave.”

I trail my tongue along her folds, savoring her gasp of pleasure. Her hips buck upward, but I hold her firmly in place.

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