Page 43 of Pucking the Grump

“Probably won’t,” I counter. “And you just had me lock the door. Why bother with that, if you’re not going to let me eat your pussy?”

“As a precaution, you horndog,” she says, but she’s blushing, and she doesn’t back away as I close the last of the distance to her desk.

I stop a foot away from her delicious self, close enough to feel the heat from her skin, to catch the familiar scent of her, this woman who turns me on like no one ever has.

“Here’s what I think,” I say, my gaze tracking over her flushed chest, up to her slightly parted lips. “I think you were hoping I’d show up early.”

She scoffs, but it’s half-hearted at best. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? So, if I were to touch you right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

She arches a brow. “Because you think just the sight of you is enough to wreck my panties, Tyler Stone?”

“Yes,” I say.

She gives a little shake of her head as I wrap my arm around her waist, drawing her against me. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“I’d rather be full of you,” I murmur.

“That doesn’t even make sense.” She laughs, but her gaze is full of wicked intentions and fixed on my mouth.

“Valid, but you get my drift. And I stand by the subtext. I just want to make you feel good, Bossy,” I say before adding in a huskier voice. “With my dick. Is that so wrong?”

She sighs my name, and it’s all the invitation I need.

I close the distance between us, capturing her mouth. She makes a small, needy sound against my lips that sends blood rushing south so fast it makes my head spin. Her t-shirt falls forgotten between us as she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her nearly naked body against mine.

“Quietly,” she murmurs as her hands slip under my shirt, her nails scratching lightly at my back.

“Very quietly,” I agree, walking her backward until she bumps into her desk. I skim my palm up her chest to her throat, letting my fingers wrap lightly around the delicate column. “Or, we could talk first…and be less quiet a little later, once we’re sure everyone’s gone.”

Recognition flickers behind her eyes, assuring me I’m not the only one who has things to say. Maybe that should make me nervous, but it doesn’t, not when she’s looking up at me like she can’t decide whether she wants to kiss me or confess all her darkest secrets.

And yes, I’m already hard enough that my jeans are getting seriously uncomfortable, but I suddenly decide I want the secrets.

I need them, in fact…

I pull back and drop my arms to my sides, putting a few inches between us. “Tell me what you were going to say this morning, before Tank came in. You were about to say something, I could tell.”

She swallows, her throat working. “I was just...” She trails off, uncertainty in her gaze. But after a beat, she takes a breath and adds in a rush, “I was thinking that I like you. Maybe even…more than like you.”

“I more than like you, too,” I say, not wanting to leave her in doubt about that for a fucking second. “I’m pretty crazy about you, actually, Rem. And I think you feel the same way.”

“But I don’t know how to do this, Stone. Not well, anyway.” She clutches a handful of my shirt like a lifeline. “I haven’t had a serious boyfriend since I was in high school, and this situation is still complicated as hell, and…I don’t know. I know we’re good together, and I think you’re a great person, but honestly, I’m still a little scared.”

My hand drifts up to cup her cheek. “I get it. I’m scared, too. Falling for someone, anyone, is scary. And you’re right, this is extra complicated, which makes it extra scary. I am fully aware that your dad could ruin my last season if he decides he doesn’t like the thought of me being with his daughter.”

“And would it even be worth taking that risk?” she asks. “I mean, I’m hoping I end up in Seattle next year, and you’re aiming for L.A. Would we just be setting ourselves up for heartbreak for nothing?”

“You’re not nothing,” I say, as serious as I’ve ever been with her or any other woman. Heart beating faster, I add, “In fact, I have a hunch you might be everything, Rem.”

She blinks, her eyes beginning to shine as she whispers, “Really? Do you really mean that?”

“With every piece of me.” I slide my hands down to her waist, then lower, cupping her ass and lifting her onto the edge of the desk. “Now, about these pretty little panties...”

“I don’t think we’re done talking,” she says, but she’s already spreading her thighs to make room for me between them.

I bend my head, pressing a kiss to her throat, where her pulse is beating as fast as mine. “Not for forever, no, but maybe for now.” I reach behind her to unhook her bra, guiding the straps down her arms as I murmur against her skin, “We don’t want to go too deep, too fast.”

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