Page 25 of Renascence
“What? Compliment you?”
“Try to flatter me.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.” I lean forward, placing my arms on the table, lacing my fingers together. “I want you. Why shouldn’t I tell you how beautiful you are? How sexy? How much I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick?”
Flustered, she seems to be searching for a comeback, but Jeff interrupts us when he re-enters the room.
“Here you go, son.” He drops the envelope on the table. “Let me know if you need anything else.” He nods, his way of concluding our business. “Emily can see you out.”
Once he’s gone again, Emily jerks her head at the envelope. “What’s that?”
“Receipts and invoices from the pet store.”
“What are you doing with those?” Her brows knit in confusion.
“In return for doing the books and taxes, Jeff supplies me with unlimited mice.”
“The books?” Her brows crease even more.
“What, you think the dirty biker isn’t capable of doing a little double entry?”
“No!” Horrified, she shakes her head, the movements frantic. “Of course not. Just surprised at the arrangement, is all.”
“Uh-huh.”
I sit back in my chair, observing her.Fuck, I think I really would give my left nut to fuck her. Maybe both.
She stands, shaky fingers tugging on the straps of the nightie once more.
“Well, I think it’s time I got to bed.”
“Is that an invitation?”
A blush colors her cheeks as she averts her eyes. “No. I meant now that you’re done with Uncle Jeff, you’ll be leaving.”
“I’m done with Jeff, but not with you.”
I rise, stalking toward her. She licks those juicy lips, eyes darting around the room as she puts distance between us. Hell, she’s practically moonwalking away from me. I’m through with this game. I need to see if there really is something between us. She’s not getting away this time.
“Stop running, Emily.”
She halts, her chest rapidly rising and falling as her eyes meet mine. Behind the fear, there’s an invitation in those gorgeous greens. I know she’s not afraid of me; she’s afraid of what we’ll both know the minute my lips touch hers—that she wants me, too.
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her to me, sliding my free hand into her hair. I tug on it, raising her face to mine. Before she can object, I press my lips to hers. Instead of protesting like I thought she would, she moans, relaxing against me. She opens for me, granting me entry to her sweet mouth. I instantly slide my tongue in, eager to taste. And she lets me. I explore every inch I can reach, marveled that a woman could taste this good. My hand tightens in her peach-scented hair, holding her head in place while I plunder. My other hand moves instinctively to her ass, squeezing the cheek and pressing my hard dick into her stomach. She whimpers, hands coming to rest on my hips. I suck on her lips, nipping at them with my teeth before finally breaking away.
Her lids flutter open, glazed-over eyes staring up at me, swollen lips parted. Her body shivers.
“Ooh, lawd,” she whispers.
Fuck. I need more, but not here.
“As much as I love this little outfit of yours, I want you to get changed. We’re getting out of here.”
“Venom, I—”
I silence her with another kiss, her body lax against me as the opposition drains from it.
“Change, Emily. I promise we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I’ll wait for you outside.”
