Page 102 of Heart of Stone

Trust.

There was that word again, one that I had thrown out a countless number of times. I could tell that she was thinking that same, as her eyes were looking searchingly into mine. I wanted her to open up to me, but I understood her hesitation. My world was unknown to her, and she was bound to make countless mistakes on the unfamiliar path. She needed to trust that I would guide her way.

“I trust you,” she finally said.

“Good. Then we are finished with this,” I said with an air of finality. I leaned forward and took her chin in my hand. “All of this talking about bondage has made my cock rock hard, and we need to decide how we are going to rectify that situation.”

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I felt my skin prickle in anticipation as he moved his hand up to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. I shifted my eyes towards Alexander’s big mahogany desk before looking back to meet his sapphire blues. They were filled with heat and desperate need. I could tell that he wanted me. My nipples hardened instantly, longing to be touched.

At the office? Seriously, get yourself in check, Cole. That’s so unprofessional.

We could never do ithere.

“Surely, you don’t mean do it right now?” I questioned, horrorstruck and thrilled over the idea all at once.

He didn’t answer me, but leaned in closer. I began to pant softly as the pad of his thumb traced the outline of my lips.

“I love the heart shape of your upper lip, and the way your lower lip is fuller than the top. It’s pouty, always teasing me, taunting me to kiss you. I’ll be kissing these lips quite often, Krystina.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. He smelled so good, a natural aphrodisiac that provoked my wild desire for him. I exhaled slowly and licked my dry lips.

“Is that a promise, Stone?” I breathed.

He groaned, cupped the back of my head, and sealed his lips over mine. His kiss was firm and demanding, yet perfect as always, with just the right amount of pressure. He tilted his head from one side to the next, deepening the kiss with his tongue. His strength of purpose provoked a tightening hunger in my core.

I reached my hands up to run them greedily through his silky waves, pulling his powerful frame in closer to me, causing my passion to build to a fanatical need for more. I distantly realized that we were no longer in a sitting position, but had managed to become horizontal on the loveseat, Alexander’s body pressed down onto mine. Instinct had me scissor one leg around his hip. I arched my hips up against him, appreciating the feel of his manhood through our clothing. I kissed him back with a fierce urgency, wanting him desperately without regard to our surroundings.

But then I remembered Laura was just down the hall, her severe scowl popping uninvited into my brain.

“Alex, wait! We can’t,” I started, pushing against his chest. “What if Laura comes in?”

“Hmmm…she won’t. She knows better,” he said, moving his mouth down to nip at my neck.

“What is that supposed to mean? Do you do this sort of thing often?” I asked accusingly, wiggling my way out from under him and moving to a standing position.

He looked up at me through glazed eyes, hair sticking up all over, and his clothes disheveled. His tie had been loosened at the neck and his shirt was pulled free from the waistband of his pants. I couldn’t be sure if it had been him or me that ran amuck on his attire.

Damn, if he doesn’t look sexy like that…

“No, Krystina. It means that I’m very busy and I don’t like disruptions,” he said, sounding exasperated. “She knows to either buzz my phone or knock first.”

I immediately chastised myself for always being so suspicious.

“Sorry – paranoia can get the best of me sometimes. I just got nervous that someone would catch us, that’s all,” I admitted, pushing aside the thought that I might not have been the first woman to be kissed on that couch.

He stood up and began tucking his shirt back into his pants. After his tie was straightened, he reached for me and pulled me against him.

“I’m the one that should apologize, but I can’t say that I’m all that sorry,” he murmured into my hair.

“What do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t have done that. At work. In the office. Believe it or not, I do hold myself accountable to a certain level of professionalism. I should have restrained myself, but I…” he hesitated. “It was all that talk. And you’re damn highlighters. I had to have just a little taste of you.”

“It’s okay. I kind of liked it,” I said, resting my head against his shoulder. He pulled back and studied me.

“Yeah, me too,” he thoughtfully agreed. He sounded somewhat surprised by that fact.

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