Page 14 of Silver Fox's Secret Triplets
The question seemed to be masking something, maybe something she wanted to tell me but feared I would reject her for. Whatever had driven her away four years ago was still haunting her, still making her believe that she was somehow unworthy of being wanted.
"Everyone has a past, Ivy." I reached up and touched her cheek, the same gesture I had made in my office earlier that week. This time, she didn't pull away. "As long as you can accept mine, I promise I will never hold yours against you."
Her eyes filled with tears that she blinked away quickly, but not before I saw the fear and hope warring in their depths.
"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered.
"Do what?"
"Pretend that what happened between us was casual. Pretend that I don't think about it every day." She leaned into my touch, her cheek warm against my palm. "Pretend that seeing you again hasn't turned my entire world upside down."
The admission was everything I had hoped to hear and more than I had dared to expect. I moved closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
"Then don't pretend." My thumb traced the line of her cheekbone, the same path I had followed that night in her parents' garden. "Don't run away this time."
"Duncan." My name was a sigh on her lips, a surrender that made my pulse quicken.
"Do you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you?"
She nodded, the movement barely perceptible but unmistakable.
I leaned down and captured her mouth with mine, four years of longing and frustration and desperate need condensed into a single moment of connection. She tasted exactly as I remembered, sweet and warm and perfectly right. Her hands came up to grip my suit jacket, holding me close as she kissed me back with a hunger that matched my own.
As our lips broke apart, I grunted, "We really shouldn't—" and she cut me off.
"We really, really shouldn't—" But instead of pulling away, she pushed back, leaning into the kiss again, harder this time.
The elevator seemed to disappear around us, the fluorescent lights and mirrored walls fading into nothing as I lost myself in the feel of her lips against mine. This was what I had been missing, what no amount of work or distraction had been able to replace. Not just the physical connection, but the sense of completeness that came from holding her in my arms.
7
IVY
Duncan's fingers brushed against the nape of my neck as he pulled me closer, deepening an already scorching kiss. His scent, a heady mix of expensive cologne and the deep notes of black coffee, clouded my senses, making me dizzy with desire. I knew this was wrong, all of it: the setting, the timing, the fact that he was my boss. But just like the first time we did this, I was confused and emotionally overwhelmed. All that mattered was him and the way his lips hovered just millimeters from mine, taunting me with what could be.
“God, you’re still as incredible as ever, Ivy…” Duncan’s hands searched my thick curves, pulling and pushing and grinding. It stole my breath, made me drop my messenger bag and my guard.
“This is so wrong, Duncan. So… wrong…” I muttered between kisses as his fingers inched the fabric of my suit skirt up my thighs.
"I know…" he breathed against my skin, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "But I can't help myself." His hands slid higher, caressing my bare thighs, and I arched myback unconsciously, offering more of myself to him as he pinned me against the wall of the stopped elevator.
Duncan's lips left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline, nibbling and sucking at the vulnerable spot where my neck met my shoulder. I gasped, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. This was crazy, insane, but I couldn't stop myself. The chemistry between us was too strong to deny what my body so obviously wanted.
His fingers continued their ascent, reaching the elastic of my underwear. I knew I should stop him, knew this was a mistake we couldn't unmake, but the feel of his rough fingertips against my sensitive flesh made it impossible to form a coherent thought. All I could do was moan in pleasure as he slid my panties down my thighs and out of the way.
He hooked one arm under my knee and lifted. My heel dragged up the back of his thigh, and my breath came out ragged.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this again?” he muttered, his voice rough against my jaw. “Since the minute you left.”
I bit back a moan as his hand slid higher.
“And now you’re here,” he said, shifting his weight just enough to position his hard length against my core. “Right where I want you. Where you should’ve been this whole damn time.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Just air. Just need.
“You still taste the same,” he growled into my neck. “Still make that sound when I touch you—” He moved, and my body arched without permission. “That one,” he breathed. “That little gasp right there. I dreamed about that.”
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. I dug my nails into his shoulders and let my head fall back against the elevator wall.Duncan’s lips pressed against my pulse point and he sucked, and I gasped and groaned.
