Page 67 of Trashy Foreplay

“You know why.”

Letting out a sigh, I eye the vestibule for bystanders, but no one’s out here right now. It’s just Jules and me and this unstoppable attraction between us. Unbearable and festering—it’s only growing stronger everyday.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I say, brushing my fingers across her cheek. “You’ve barely looked at me all week, and it’s killing me.” Her skin is incredibly soft, making me wonder what it would be like to touch the rest of her. “If you don’t want to work for me, I understand. I’ll transfer you to any department you want.”

“You’re firing me?” Her voice quivers, but her tone is all fire and brimstone, as if what I said hurt and pissed her off in one bullseye.

“Of course I’m not firing you. I’m giving you the option to walk away now, while you still have the chance.”

“And if I don’t?”

My thumb has a mind of its own, because I sure as hell didn’t give it permission to brush over the corner of her mouth. She closes her eyes, lips parting as a sigh escapes. And her perky tits, Jesus, they’re rising and falling fast in the tank top she’s wearing. Her nipples form two tempting points, just begging to be fondled in their braless state.

And I can’t fucking take it anymore. Grabbing her by the nape, I bring our bodies together, and there’s no mistaking the hard length of my cock as it strains toward her through my gym shorts. “I think you know what happens next.”

“We should be stronger than this, Cash.” The desire she tries so hard to mask dances across her face. “Say we do this…what happens tomorrow?”

Shit. Now her eyes are filling with tears. I’ll be a goner if she cries.

“We’ll figure it out together.”

“What if that’s not enough?”

“We can keep going on like this, but eventually we’ll stumble, because every day you walk into my office is another day I come close to fucking you on my desk.” I lower my head, my mouth lingering inches from hers. “And I think you’d let me. I think you’re losing the battle as much as I am, so if you want to stop this—”

“Cash,” she interrupts with a jittery sigh as she grabs hold of my arm. At first, I think she’s going to push me away, but she doesn’t. Her tiny fingers wrap around my bicep, and my dick twitches, causing my thoughts to scatter.

“Let me in. Please, Jules.” Into her home, into her body, into her heart and soul. I’d sell mine to own hers. To love her.

Because I already do, and it’s raging through my blood, invincible. Right or wrong, this woman has had me by the heart from the moment I first locked eyes with her.

A furrow plays between her brows, indicating the war waging inside her mind. We stand like this for what seems like forever before she gives a small tug on my bicep. And that tiny concession on her part is all it takes to bring me into her apartment. I have her in my arms before the door shuts all the way, one hand tangled in her hair as our mouths crash together. We don’t make it far. Backing her up against the wall, I dart my tongue into her eager mouth, and the taste of her annihilates me. I’m famished for her, drowning in the ocean that is Jules.

She grips the front of my rain-soaked shirt, knuckles pressing against the irregular beat of my heart, and moans against my lips. The voice in my head that’s steered me in the right direction all my life begs me to stop this before we take it too far.

I drag my lips from hers. “Tell me to go. Please.”

“I can’t.” Her voice cracks, and it fissures my last-ditch effort tonot let this happen.

It’s going to happen.

It’s been happening all along.

I grab her ass and hoist her into my arms. She wraps her legs around me, fingers threading through my hair as she tugs my mouth back to hers.

And I’m convinced I’ll die if I don’t get inside her.

“Where’s your bedroom?” I say, nibbling on her lower lip.

“That way.” A tilt of her head sends me toward the point of no return, to a room with a bed and the promise of Jules underneath me with no barriers. We stumble in, and the doorknob slams against the wall. Warm rays of the sun sneak in through her gauzy curtains, splashing soft light onto her bed. I lay her down right in its path, her golden locks splaying over the white bedspread.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.”

“You make me feel gorgeous.”

I yank my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor before reaching for the hem of her top. “You have no idea how tempting you are.”

“I think I might.” She pushes shaking fingers though my hair, and I slide the material up her belly, thumbs grazing a path along her skin. A scent reminiscent of vanilla and honey fills my senses, and for several seconds, I breathe her in, watching the heaving motion of her chest.

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