Page 59 of Every Promise Broken

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you,” she gushes. “You can go on back to his office. He’s about finished with his current patient.”

“Great, thanks.”

I didn’t tell Whit I was coming here today, so it was a gamble on if he’d even be able to see me. It’s been a couple of days since we kissed in front of the fire, and at no fault to either of us, we haven’t had a chance to revisit the conversation we had that night. Last night, he had a work emergency that kept him here until late. I was already asleep by the time he got home.

A few minutes pass before the door to his office is pushed open. Whit strolls through, looking a bit frazzled, before his gaze lands on me. His eyes give me a once-over, lips curling into a small smile. “What’s this?” he asks as he closes the door, then takes a seat behind his desk.

“Saw you hightailing it down the gravel road this morning when I was getting back from checking on the cattle. Figured you didn’t have time to pack a lunch.”

His eyes soften. “I woke up late,” he says with a small chuckle. “Did you eat yet?”

I nod. “Before I came here. I made lunch for Nana and I, but made extra for you. It’s just a cold-cut sandwich, and I included an ice pack in case you couldn’t eat it right away.”

“Thank you.” His eyes find and hold mine, appreciation sparkling back at me. My chest tightens as I keep his gaze, a moment passing between us that feels significant. “I’m sorry that we haven’t had a chance to talk.”

“We’ve both been busy,” I offer. “It’s okay.”

Whit’s gaze drops down to where his hands are clasped on top of the desk. “It’s not that I don’t want to.”

“I know.”

It seems he’s stuck in his thoughts for a moment, picking at the skin around his thumbnail. “I enjoyed the kiss, though,” he admits quietly. So quiet I almost miss it.

A smile tugs at my lips. “Yeah?”

He nods, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. His hands drop into his lap as his eyes remain on mine. Something shifts in the room, the air thickening. One thing I’ve always loved about Whit is how bashful he is, while still wearing his every thought and desire on his face. He’s never been very good at concealing how he’s feeling, but he also wouldn’t dare make the first move. He flirts subtly and says everything he needs to with his eyes.

It’s how I know exactly what he’s thinking, even if I know he’ll never voice it. It’s just not who he is.

Sitting back in the chair across from him, I pat the top of my thigh, his gaze jumping to the movement instantly. “What are you waiting for?” I ask huskily. “Get over here, then.”

Eyes lifting to meet mine, heat reflects back at me as a rosy flush spreads on his cheeks. His lips part, and he pauses for moment, before standing and rounding the desk. Before coming to me, he walks over to the door, and arousal zips through me as I watch him flick the lock into place.

There’s always been something so undeniably sexy about Whit in his work clothes. Light blue scrubs and cardigans, in theory, shouldn’t be attractive, but on him, it works. Pair the clothes with his thick-framed glasses and the floppy, dark hair atop his head that looks like he’s run his fingers through it a time or two today, and I’m practically salivating by the time he sits down on my lap.

Whit wraps his arm around my shoulders, fingers dancing along my skin, sending goosebumps all over my body. Forest green eyes gaze down at me, looking at me so wholly, it takes my breath away.

“C’mere,” I husk, bringing my hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him into me. He comes easily, minty fresh breath hitching as our lips crash together. The softest of moans soundsin his throat as my tongue sweeps inside his mouth and takes what’s mine. Shifting on my lap until he’s straddling me, his arms circle the back of my neck while mine come to his hips.

Our tongues clash and roll together as it seems neither of us can get deep enough. Whit rocks on my lap, grinding his perky, tight ass along my growing cock, making me wish I could rip the fabric right off his body and sink into his tight hole once and for all. It’s one line we haven’t crossed, but fuck if I’m not dying to. If it were up to me, we would’ve already, but that has to come from him. Whit has to call the shots here, just like that first night at the party.

I can’t be reckless with Whit.

I can’t be cocky or presuming.

I have to be careful. Take my time with him. Be sure to read his signs and cues just right, or I risk losing all the progress we’ve made.

Whit’s lips leave mine, nipping and sucking a trail down the side of my neck. His hot, wet kiss sears into my flesh, sending a tingle through my veins. I rest my head on the back of the chair, letting my hands roam from his hips over the swell of his ass, where I grip and knead the firm globes, making him groan so goddamn beautifully. Bringing his lips up to the shell of my ear, he whispers huskily, “I want you in my mouth.”

Chest tightening and all the blood in my body diverting south, a groan rumbles in the back of my throat as a small smile tugs on my lips. “You want to take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours right here in your office, where anybody could catch you?” I ask, lust dripping from my every word.

He nods, face buried in the crook of my neck. I feel his lips brush the overheated skin right before sharp teeth nip at it.

“Such a dirty boy for me, aren’t you?”

Whit sits back enough to look me in the eye, and just as I figured, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are pitch black witharousal. “Please,” he begs before wetting his tempting, pink, swollen lips, and my cock twitches beneath him.

Removing my hands from his ass, I scoot the chair back slightly, tipping my chin. “Well then, down on your knees, kitten.”

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