Page 29 of Devil in the Details
“I want you, Olive. I want you so much it’s physically uncomfortable being around you, because I know I shouldn’t desire you the way I do, that because we work together, it’s wrong.” He exhaled loudly. “But, shit, it doesn’t feel wrong.” He ran a hand over his head.
I couldn’t move, didn’t even know what to say. What could I say? Hearing Pope say all this stuff was exactly what I’d wanted, thought about... fantasized about.
He took another step closer. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think clearly.
This was happening.
And I had no intention of stopping it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Pope
Ididn’t stop myself from crowding her, invading her personal space.
I was hard and saw the way she glanced at the way I tented my pants. My cock was bulging, maybe embarrassingly so.
When I was a foot from her, I looked at her face, saw the emotions playing across it. Without thinking and just acting on instinct, I lifted my hand and cupped her cheek. God, she felt so fucking good. Her breath caught, and I stared at her lips. I’d never been a man who wanted to do the love thing, never wanted the whole “forever” aspect of love.
But with Olive… yeah, I wanted all that.
“What are you doing?” She tried to sound surprised, maybe because I was touching her, but despite that shocked sound, I could hear the pitch of her voice.
She was turned on.
Olive brought her tongue out, ran it along the swell of her bottom lip, and that was when I lost it. I wanted Olive like Iwanted to breathe. I leaned in close, stopped so our mouths were just a centimeter apart, and stared into her eyes. She didn’t stop me, didn’t stop this.
I kissed her softly at first, letting her get used to the pressure of my lips on hers, of my hand tightening now on her cheek. I pulled her closer, and when she didn’t immediately push me away, I tilted my head to deepen the kiss. God, she tasted incredible. She panted against my mouth, but that didn’t stop me from running my tongue along her lips, coaxing her mouth open so I could delve inside. I moved my hand behind her head, gripped the loose strands of her hair, and loved when she finally opened her mouth as she gasped.
I seized the moment and pushed my tongue inside, a groan leaving me on its own, as if I had no control over myself or how I felt for her.No. I have no damn control when it comes to her.
Taking her mouth harder, more fiercely, I felt this dam open up inside me, controlling my actions. She now had her hands on my arms, the feel of her nails pricking my flesh making me grunt in pleasure.
“God, you feel fucking good, baby.” I used my hand in her hair to tilt her head farther to the side, delved my tongue deeper into her mouth, and took her like a man possessed.
I am possessed. By her.
“Pope,” she panted against my mouth. “We should stop.”
I groaned. “I don’t want to stop. Do you, Olive?”
She shook her head, and I felt my cock jerk in response.
I curled my fingers into her scalp, loved the little sound that came from her, and moved us so she was pressed against the wall. Then I pressed my dick against her belly, loving the softness I was greeted with. I ground myself against her obscenely, like some kind of damn teenager unable to control himself.
And then I kissed her like I was a dying man and she was my last meal. I devoured her, took everything she was willing to give me, and knew it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough.
When I broke the kiss and looked down at her mouth, I saw how red her lips were, how swollen and glossy from my kiss. My cock jerked forward. I wanted to see another part of her looking the same, another part of her wet and pink, swollen and ready for me.
The sound of people right outside my office door turned me on more, knowing we could get caught, knowing anyone could see us.
“Someone could catch us,” she whispered breathlessly.
“So what, Olive baby?” My voice was thick with desire. “Can’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on a little bit, can you?”
She didn’t answer right away, but then I saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her breathing changed even more.
I knew she was soaked between her thighs, could practically feel the heat scorch right through me. I slipped my hand into the edge of her skirt, slid my fingers along the material, then pushed her skirt up. And then I felt the lacy edge of her panties, a harsh sound leaving me. “Damn, baby. You got little secrets, don’t you?”
