Page 84 of His Promise

I’d tell him that he’s lovable. That I could love him. That I already do.

And then I see him, and my words are lost to me. His seafoam green eyes lock with mine, and a smile spreads across his face. His hair is disheveled like it gets when he runs his hands through it, and I can see from the glow of his computer screen his eyes are a little bloodshot. I wonder if his tired eyes are the reason the light is off.

I can’t help thinking I made him this tired.

“Hey,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “Everything okay?”

Nothing springs to my mind, and no words come from my mouth.

I love him.

I wasn’t sure I knew what romantic love was, but looking at him now, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. This is different than Devin. I don’t want the things that Colter has, and I don’t love the things Colter has accomplished.

I only want him.

I turn my back toward Colter and lock the door.

“Abi?”

I face Colter again and sashay over to his chair. His eyebrows are pinched with confusion, but as I approach him, his face relaxes. His lips pull into a devilish smile, and he pushes his chair back from the computer.

I know what he wants. I imagine him yanking down my jeans and bending me over this oak desk and fucking me from behind. I imagine his fingers threading my hair, his hand on the small of my back to hold me in place. It’s fucking hot, and the mental images send a rush through my core and dampen my panties.

But I have other plans.

Colter stands and my lips crash into his, my fingers sifting through his hair and gently tugging the dark locks. He plants both hands on my cheeks and hungrily searches for my tongue. I meet him halfway, and he swallows up my moan.

He’s the first to break the kiss. If I had to, it might never have ended.

“Wait,” I say, when he urges me toward the desk. I take his hands and place them at his sides. He tilts his head.

“I need this.”

He studies me, and after a moment, he nods. I’m almost certain he has no idea what I mean.

I drop to my knees, and when he goes to undo his belt, I swat at his hand.

His feet shift and he puts his hands back to his sides. I put my hands on his tense thighs and run them up to his crotch. He shifts again.

Control. It’s the one thing he still hasn’t given me. He’s given his trust, his vulnerability, and even his home. But never control.

I unfasten his belt and the button on his slacks. His buckle clanks on the floor as his pants fall to the ground, and I’m quick to yank his boxers down with them.

His cock springs toward me, hard and fully erect, and it’s both flattering and a relief. He can be turned on without needing to be rough. He’s turned on byme.

I don’t waste much time admiring his length. I take him in my mouth until I feel him hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he shudders, his hands instinctively yanking my hair. I stop moving. I open big eyes up at him as he stares at me. Then he reluctantly puts his hands back at his sides and I smile around his cock.

I bob my head, my tongue applying extra pressure as I do. Part of me hates that I know what I’m doing, knowing where I picked up the skill. But the other part is glad. Because I’m fucking loving this.

Colter rocks on his toes, guttural sounds coming from him every so often. When I can tell he’s getting close, I pull away, his head leaving my mouth with a pop.

I stand and hurry to pull off my clothes, Colter following my lead. When we’re both standing naked, I push Colter back into his chair and then climb on top of him.

“Jesus, you’re sexy,” he says.

He pulls me into him and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. I moan and drag my nails down his chest. My hips grind against him without me even realizing I’ve begun doing it, and bursts of pleasure fire like cannons from my clit all the way up my spine.

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