Page 57 of Our Little Cliche
And so… the heat begins.
“I peel back the layers of her sheets, revealing the most delicate parts of her as she sleeps blissfully. Completely unaware that the masked man who’s the CEO of the company she works for has followed her home tonight, moments from filling her with his needy length,” I read aloud, taking a breath to look at her once more.
Just as I suspected:bottom lip between her teeth, cheeks like a tomato, and pinched nipples peeking through the fabric of her top. “Should I stop? You look like you’re struggling over there,” I ask, watching her chest rise and fall with a fastened pace. I knew the answer already.
“What? Oh,I’mfiiine. Keep going,” she answers all too desperately.
Yeah, sure you are, and I’m as flaccid as a wet noodle.
“When I reach the end of her bed, my cock pulsates, pre-cum coating my thumb. Bending down between her legs I smear the liquid across her thigh to mark her as mine,” I pause again, hearing a subtle moan breaking from Holly’s lips. It takeseverything in me not to throw this table and put my mouth on hers.
Crap, maybe I can’t do this.
Beating my dick in the shower until the blood left my brain clearly didn’t do anything as the pressure building in my pants is proof that I’m struggling, but I digress. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? It’s not too triggering for you or anything?” I ask, even though I know that she’s enjoying it.
“No. No, not at all. I’m good. Totally fine.” Her tone rises.
Somehow I manage to keep it together, finishing the chapter, but Holly on the other hand, well, she’s a mess.A hot mess. And I just know for certain that between those legs is a pool of arousal. But I need to stop, before I do something I’ll regret like coming in my pants. “I’m going to make us some Christmas Eve hot chocolate to wash this wine down, I think. Then we can discuss our notes?”
“Wait, it’s Christmas tomorrow?”
“It is.”
“Oh.”
“We won’t be stuck in here much longer. You’ll be home before you know it.”
“Why go home to nothing? I doubt my furniture will ever come,” her face drops. I know the uncertainty gets to her.
“Do you really think you’ve been scammed?”
“You’ve known me all of two weeks, you’ve seen the luck I have. So it wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Well, the offer to live here is always there.”Since it was your job and all.
“You won’t tell Quinn will you?”
“That you didn’t move in?”
“Yeah.”
“No,” I say truthfully.
“Here you go,” I kneel before her, passing a marshmallow coated cup of cocoa. “Now, let’s go over these notes.” When she takes it, our hands brush, igniting that desire all over again. She gasps, pinning her eyes right to mine. I shuffle to where I was before in a panic, putting my drink on the tiles by the fire. “Thanks by the way, it’s good to get notes so early.”
“You’re welcome.”
The flicker of the fireplace and my own heartbeat in my throat, plus Holly’s quickened breath is all I can hear as I wait for her to begin giving me notes. But she doesn’t. Her breathing just continues to rise. There’s no denying the pull. The both of us pretending like it’s an Olympic sport, but it’s only a matter of time before one of us loses control.
I blink, unable to register that in a flash she’s moving the coffee table, opening the space between us. Intense heat burns my skin with the anticipation of her next move, then suddenly she’s inches from my face, fisting my tee—pulling me closer.
I don’t think we’re going to be taking any notes.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
HOLLY
I should ask him…I have him by the scruff, all I have to do is ask. Cyrus clearly has a thing for all thingsdark desires, it’s all in the books. Even in his eyes when he looks at me. Dark, elusive and dangerous. He wouldn’t judge me for asking, would he? Besides, it’s his fault I’m acting this way, anyway. He owes me.
