Page 42 of Breaking Conviction
But she didn’t have time to dwell on the answers. One moment she was questioning everything and the next she was scooped out of her chair.
He held her up with one arm before swiping his keyboard away with his free hand and sitting her on the desk. Standing between her legs, he caged her in with his hand on the side of her hip as his free one stretched to press a button behind her. She got lost in a cloud of citrus and cedar just before she vaguely registered aclickcoming from the closed door.
“It’s locked. Now come here.” He cupped her nape and drew her in, melding their lips together just as she sank her fingers into his thick hair.
If it were anyone else, the thought of being trapped would’ve terrified her. But she tasted freedom in his kiss, and the stress she’d been drowning under released in a deluge, leaving her lightheaded with relief.
But she craved more and grew ravenous for his touch, opening her lips to let his tongue slip inside her mouth. Delicious need pulsed through her body and into her core, dampening her thong underneath her leggings and sweater dress.
He squeezed her ass and pressed her heat against the hardness growing in his jeans. Curling her body flush against his shaft, she sucked in a breath when she found the friction she needed to relieve the tension swelling in her clit.
His palms traveled down her hips and underneath her sweater dress until her groan made him pause.
“For the first time in my entire life, I wish like hell I wasn’t wearing leggings.”
He chuckled and splayed his large hands across her upper thighs. “Oh love. Do you really think clothes are going to keep me from making you come?” His thumbs grazed over her clit in a move that had her moaning into his mouth.
“I think I’m gonna enjoy feelin’ you try.” They weren’t even skin to skin yet and his touch still sent a thrill up her spine.
“Fuck, Naomi, do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this?” he whispered against her lips as he barely skimmed over her center, making her shiver.
“Too long,” she whispered back before tucking the fingers of one hand into his waistband and unbuckling his belt with the other. He began to massage her clit, sending liquid heat to her pussy and her legs trembling.
“Goddamn, love. If you’re this responsive with clothing in the way, I can’t wait to feel you combust around my cock when I’m inside you.”
She opened her mouth to agree when a faint vibration began to hum in her ears and her body stiffened with a completely different kind of tension. She tried to ignore the humming and the dread sinking into her stomach. But the vibration happened again… and again… until it finally dawned on her what was making the noise.
“Shit!” Naomi dropped her hands from Wes’s jeans' button and pushed him away like he burned her. His hands instantly flew up and off as he backed away. Something about that gesture sent a twin ache, loving that he was so attentive and respectful, and hating that the man she had to go home to was anything but.
She hopped off the desk and scrambled for her phone from inside her purse.
3 missed calls. Two voicemails. 7 text messages.
“Shit, damn, fuck, shoot.” She mindlessly cursed under her breath. The erratic drumbeat of her heart in her ears gave her the sensation of having her head underneath a waterfall. She unlocked her phone to read the text messages first.
Dean: Got off early. Come home but leave Thea at day care so I can finally get you underneath me without her ruining it :)
Dean: When are you comin home sweets? Answer your phone
Dean: Answer your damn phone, bitch
Dean: Where the fuck are you? You better be busy as hell at that goddamn store or we’re gonna have some fuckn problems
Dean: You made me have to look for you at that shitty ass place. And guess what? You werent there. Who are you fuckn??? WHORE
Dean: If you don’t call me in the next hour we are fuckn done bitch. you might as well stay on your knees after you choke on that dick youre suckin. Maybe if you beg I’ll be in a forgivin mood
Dean: I picked our daughter up. Dont bother comin home. She doesnt need a slut for a mother and you can forget being my wife. If your dirty cunt gets anywhere near my house I’ll finish wut I started last time
The last text made her hands tremble and her vision blur. This man who could so casually threaten to murder her had her daughter. He’d never hurt Thea before, but he’d never threatened her own life before, either. Along with the fear making her adrenaline go haywire, her stomach also turned in knots with guilt. She’d heard his accusations before… but this was the first time there was truth to them.
She checked the time and realized he’d sent that particular text just a few minutes ago. She scrolled through and realized all but the Sasha Saves related text were only minutes apart. He hadn’t even given her a chance to defend herself.
“I gotta go, Wes.”
“What is it?” He gently grabbed her bicep, but she jerked it away, afraid his fingertips would brand her there for Dean to see.
“Thea’s father is textin’ me. I’ve gotta gonow.”
