Page 44 of In Love and War
“Answer me,” he demanded, lowering his voice. His chest was rising and falling noticeably harder now.
“You deserved it for being a dick.” I was still pissed.
“We really need to do something about that mouth of yours, Amelia. Is that any way to talk to your boss?” His jaw ticked the way it always did when he was annoyed.
“About as professional as said boss putting his tongue in my mouth,Zac,” I retorted, standing my ground.
“I didn’t hear any complaints in between your moans,” he snapped back.
I could see his fists clench inside of his pockets, though they weren’t the only thing stretching out the fabric. I immediately brought my eyes back to his face, my heart bouncing all over my rib cage.
“Do you know what the consequences are for managers that get…involvedwith employees at your father’s company?”
“I’m familiar with the policy.”
Yet another reason why my nails were currently digging into my own skin instead of his. None of this was a good idea.
“Now, how much worse do you think it would be if the employee in question were to be… his daughter, for example?” His hungry gaze traveled down my face and neck, then lingered on my chest before making its way back up.
I didn’t say anything, but my hips moved slightly as I clenched my thighs together, unsuccessfully trying to soothe the ache in between them. I was losing my fucking mind.
His lids dropped down to the movement, and I stilled.
“Answer me,” he ordered again, leaning in more. I wondered if he would be this bossy in bed.
“He would probably lose his shit if he found out,” I admitted.
“Would he find out?” He was watching me carefully again.
I eyed him before responding. Was he asking if I’d screw him over?
“Say yes, Amelia. So I don’t have a choice other than to let you leave and not fuck up my career.” His voice came out strained and gruff, as if he were fighting some sort of internal battle. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”
“What would you do if I said no?” I tested.
He looked at me for a few seconds, contemplating.
“Tell me,” I pushed.
“I would have you get on your knees and suck me off for making me think you fucked another guy, and then fuck the living daylights out of you while you scream my name like I’ve wanted to since you walked into my office four months ago in your tight little skirt and told me I’daged like milk.”
…
Oh.
“Say yes. Then I won’t touch you and we’ll never talk about this again.” He paused and swallowed before continuing. “If you say no, all bets are off.”
I stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said, suspicious that the details he provided were meant to scare me off. My soaked underwear was proof of a different reaction.
“No.” My mouth moved on its own, detached from the warning signals being sent by my brain. “He won’t find out.”
Zac let out a breath that sounded a lot like “fuck,” and his hands were out of his pockets in an instant, grabbing my face and bringing his mouth down to mine, his body immediately closing the gap between us and pinning me to the wall.
The sensation of his lips moving against mine again waseverything.A shudder passed through my spine when his tongue played at my lips, demanding entrance. I let him in with a small, involuntary moan, and my entire body melted into his.
He spoiled me with nips and licks, both hard and soft, as he coaxed noises out of me that I’d never heard myself make.
He broke the kiss by pulling my head back with a fistful of my hair, his lips moving to my jaw and then my neck as I struggled to catch my breath. Every part of my skin that he touched was on fire.
