Page 51 of Passed Ball

She curses quietly, her head falling to my shoulder as her body tenses. Uneven breaths puff out of her. It's too much, and it's been too damn long since I've been with someone. I press the heel of my hand to her clit, urging her on, holding her to me as she rocks in my lap.

The pressure of her against my cock has me seeing stars and there's no stopping the wave of pleasure that hits me.

I bite down on my lip, hissing as hot cum paints my briefs. Thank fuck I don't lose all awareness of the fact that we're in her office, where anyone could walk past.

"Goddamn, Vivienne," I huff, slowly pulling my fingers from her. She shifts in my lap, rearranging herself, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy. I couldn't look away if I wanted to. Her hooded eyes track my fingers as I lift them to my lips, sucking up every bit of her sweetness.

"Your cunt is a fucking treat. Next time I taste it, I want you sitting on my face so I don't miss a drop."

Her eyes widen with shock, but it only lasts a second. "Kiss me."

"You want to taste yourself on my lips?"

She nods, her lip pinched between her teeth.

"If I hadn't just come in my pants that would have made me." I grin wildly at her.

"You did?" Her mouth pops open like she can't fathom that it was just as good for me.

"Fucking right I did. And kissing you will have me walking out of here sticky and hard again."

One thing is certain, the mediocre sex in her past had nothing to do with her. She's fire and passion, curiosity and desire. This woman is hungry for intimacy and none of those fools knew how to give it to her. They didn't listen to her body. They didn't pay attention toher. And she wasn't comfortable with them the way she is with me.

They didn't deserve her, and it's their loss because I'm taking note of every little thing that gets her off.

My fist tangles in her hair as I pull her mouth to mine, stopping when our foreheads touch. This almost-kiss is charged with need, unlike anything I've ever felt. I can't imagine not tasting her, not giving her what she's asking for, even though keeping this off the table would probably be smart.

Her thumb traces my bottom lip slowly.

"Why do I feel like you're about to change my life with a kiss, sweetheart?"

"It only seems fair considering you've ruined me for anyone else. No one is ever going to be able to make me come like that."

"That was our deal--I give you what no one else has been able to. If you expect me to apologize, you're going to be disappointed."

The attitude rolls off her in waves as she tugs me closer and nips at my bottom lip before kissing me full-on. She sets the tone, her mouth moving over mine before her tongue sweeps inside. Fudge and tartness from the brownie mix with the taste of her, and the combination is as intoxicating as she is.

I swallow her moan and take over for her, pulling her closer and kissing her until she's panting in my arms and I'm hard again.

Kissing her might be dumb, given the boundaries we set, but fuck, is it fun. And if I don't stop now, I'm going to fuck her right here, on her desk. One of us pulls back, but I'm too dizzy to know who it was.

"We should stop." I punctate the statement with a chaste kiss.

Her unfocused eyes sweep around her office. "Probably smart," she agrees, her hands smoothing down my shirt.

Still, I hold her to me, not ready to get up and leave yet. "So . . . Miss Independent has a praise kink?"

She tucks her chin, looking at her lap, letting a nervous giggle fall between us. "I think it's more of ayoukink."

"As much as I like the sound of that, you blossom when I talk. Especially when I'm telling you how good--how perfect you are."

"Not all that surprising, considering I was a textbook people-pleaser growing up. Now that you mention it, I'm sure it has something to do with my past lackluster experiences. Part of me would rather fake it with a partner than see them disappointed that I couldn't finish." She shrugs like that isn't the saddest thing I've ever heard.

"Nah. The boys you had before me--yes,boys--were the problem, not you. They didn't listen to you or your body. You fucking light up under my touch because I see what makes those pretty greens roll back in your head. I listen to what makes you whimper; I notice the way you shiver for me when you like something. All they had to do was pay attention."

Vivi rolls her lips together and opens her mouth. There's an argument building behind those pretty lips, but I won't hear her make excuses for them, so lift a finger to her lips, silencing her. "I'm done talking about how other men treated you and your body. From now on, the only thing I care about is howItreat this body, because until you tell me otherwise, this body is mine."

"And your body is . . ." Her voice fades off, her eyes trailing down me.

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