Page 75 of Hale Yes
“Time flies when you’re analyzing formulas,” she quips, and I laugh. Biochemistry jokes are the best.
Her eyes look especially green today, and I round the table to get a closer look. “What eyeshadow are you wearing?”
Her hand flutters near her temple. “Oh, it’s from Jordie’s palette.”
“May I?” I ask, lifting my hands to the sides of her glasses. When she nods, I remove them and set them aside before peering at her, seeing the expertly blended browns and greens. “So this is Gridiron Green and Pretty Pigskin?”
“Yes,” she replies, and I think her voice is slightly more breathless than it was a minute ago.
Taking her jaw gently in my hand, I tilt her face to the side. I’m doing my best to focus only on the makeup, but I can’t help but notice the soft gusts of her breaths on my hand. The filthiest part of my mind works its way to the forefront and wonders what her breath would feel like on my cock after she took me into her mouth. Warm air against wet, thick flesh.Fuck.
The cock in question begins to take notice of Nicolette’s proximity, and I feel the tip begin to slide against the inside of my boxer briefs as it grows.
I have absolutely no excuse for what happens next. My dick and my hand seem to be in cahoots because my fingers slide down a few inches until my hand is wrapped around Nicolette’s throat.
Her rapid inhale is followed by the slow exhale of a sultry moan, and it unravels any rational thought in my head. With aslight shift of my hand, I angle her face to mine and search her eyes. But this time, I’m not looking at eyeshadow. I’m looking for the consent I so desperately need.
My fingers and thumb tighten the slightest amount on the sides of her beautiful, slender neck. Her skin is warm and pliable, and I can feel the quickening beat of her pulse as clearly as if I were holding her bare carotid artery in my hand. She’s excited.
“Is this what you like, Nicolette?” My voice has reached a timbre I haven’t heard from myself in quite a while, deep and commanding.
Her reply is instantaneous and clear. “Yes, that’s what I like.”
“Are you sure?”
The corners of her lips journey upward into a bit of a smirk. “Everyone knows women like jewelry, and hand necklace is my favorite.”
Mother of god, she is fucking perfect.
I yank her forward by the neck, our lips crashing together like the strongest of magnets, the laws of physics and lust combining to make them unable to stay apart. The kiss is not tender, and it’s not hesitant. There’s no seeking entrance into her mouth with a soft stroke of my tongue against her closed lips.
No. I take. I devour. I claim.
When my tongue pushes into her mouth, Nicolette responds by wrapping her tongue around mine and driving her fingers into my hair. I wonder if she somehow knows how much I love that… the pulling and tugging on my hair.
Releasing her neck, I drag my hands down her body and grip her waist, hauling her hard against me so she can see what she does to me. She groans and flexes her hips forward in a needy plea. I plan to satiate every single need she has.
My lips finally release hers, and I trail kisses across her cheek and to her ear. “This is what you want?”
Nicolette sighs when I punctuate my question with a hard suck of her earlobe. “If bythis, you mean fucking me on this lab table, then yes, Helix, I do wantthis.”
Hale. Yes.
But I need her to understand the way I am, so I lift my head and meet her gaze. “We work together, and I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings or hard feelings between us. This can only happen once, okay? I can’t give any more than that.”
She doesn’t appear to be offended by my conditions. In fact, she grins wickedly. “I understand. You have an extended rebound time and can only get it up once a day.”
Damn, I adore her bite.
With a chuckle, I slide my hands around to cup her bottom, something I’ve been thinking about doing since I felt it in that hallway when we kissed. Nicolette has a fantastic ass.
“You know that’s not what I meant, smartass. I’m younger than you, remember?” I point out, earning me a narrowing of her eyes. “So my rebound time is excellent. I just?—”
“I know what you meant, and I’m good with that,” she interrupts. “I’m not looking for anything, especially something that could get messy with my boss.”
Dammit. I forgot for a second that I’m her boss. There’s no way I want to stop this, but I also don’t want an HR disaster on my hands. Yes, I’m part owner of Hale Cosmetics, but I’d never do anything to hurt my family’s company, no matter how great the temptation.
So I grit my teeth and say, “I should probably check on the company policy regarding things of a sexual nature between coworkers.”
