Page 22 of Whiskey Darling
Chapter Seven
Flynn
What the helldid I just say?
Allie stares up at me with hazy eyes.
I’m a monster. She’s a sweet fairy creature I’ve captured for my dinner.
Oh, bad idea. Do NOT think about eating her…
“Goddamn it.” Releasing her, I straighten, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Forget I said that. That was… wildly inappropriate.”
Her mouth turns downward, then she’s on her feet, setting her drink down. Tangling our fingers together, she moves closer until our bodies are a whisper from making contact.
“Allie, what are you doing?” My question is a strangled breath. Her scent is draining my willpower. She smells of fresh air and wildflowers. Sweet but not overpowering. Good intentions seep away as though washed out with the ocean tides. My teeth clench. My hands ball into fists because I want to bury my face in the wealth of her sunshiny hair. “We can’t do this…”
Her chin notches higher with rebellion. “Because you said so? Not good enough. What if I want your hands on me? What if I want you to kiss me? Would you stop because of some crazy rule you created before we met?”
“Darling…” It’s a warning. If she keeps pressing those soft breasts against my chest, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.
Darling.
Ah, screw it. I get a perverse thrill using her last name, loving the intimacy it implies.
Allie sighs as if she’s waited forever to hear the word from my lips. She leans against me, pupils dilated with arousal. “When you say my name like that, it’s like you are teetering on the edge of control, about to go over. I know that edge. I’ve been living on it since we met.”
“Stop,” I warn in a shaky voice. “Otherwise, I’m going to kiss you. Maybe fuck you right here on my desk.” My breathing turns harsh, envisioning her draped over all the pieces of furniture in my office.
“Mmmm,” Allie hums like a little cat, and I’m nearly bursting out of my skin with lust. Will she make the same sound when I’m deep inside her? Or will there be tears as I make her come so many times she won’t remember how to breathe?
Standing on tiptoes, she presses soft kisses along my jawline. “Stop pushing me away, Flynn. Stop teasing me, making me insane for you. Once we do this, we can move past it. You can go back to being my boss.”
Allie’s not making sense. Move past it? Pasther?I’m gonna want more than a momentary indulgence. I’ll want all of this girl, whether she intends on sacrificing herself or not. I won’t be satisfied with just one time. Not with her.
Which is why I must end this.
“Did this happen with Connor Morgan? Is this why you left Ireland? He broke his rules for you, gave you a recommendation, so you must have impressed him in more ways than one, Darling.”
The insinuation is there, but again, Allie surprises me. A slow, mischievous grin curves her lovely mouth. She expected questions regarding Connor, and I’ve handed her the opportunity to explain.
Her fingers tighten on the back of my neck. “Connor wanted control. To use me. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. The moment I resisted what he wanted, he was done with me. And I was done with him.”
That cartwheel of joy my heart just did? It worries me. “Would we be using each other?”
She hesitates meeting my eyes. Maybe she’s finally getting the memo this is a bad idea.
“We’re adults, Flynn,” she whispers. “We can do what we want.”
Her fingers tug at my hair. It feels amazing.
“We’re employer and employee.” I’m one huge lump of combustible tension. Painful. Touchy. At what point did my free hand land on her hip? I don’t remember, but I can’t make myself let go. My fingers flex on the soft roundness, gripping her flesh tighter and tighter until she bumps against my erection.
Her eyelashes flutter, her head tips back, and I restrain myself from latching onto the silky expanse of her elegant throat. I want to mark her in all sorts of ways. Dirty her up. Bite her. Suck her. Fuck her. Make her cry and moan for me.
“This is all kinds of wrong. Against company policy,” I growl. “Policy I set myself. You could sue me into an early grave if you wanted. And it would be deserved.”
Gazing at me from beneath a fringe of dark lashes, she issues a soft challenge. “Kiss me right now, Flynn. Or I’ll find someone who will.”
