Page 46 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

I shrugged my shoulders, a playful smile on my lips. “Yep. Although, not the most appropriate one for my boss. What's that saying… curiosity killed the cat?”

He was still chuckling when he answered. “One of the admins that worked for me hated Jacqueline. When she found out from her friend that Jacqueline got into BDSM, she spread the rumors that we were into kinky stuff, ensuring it reached Jacqueline.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Geez… kind of disappointing, Kristoff. And here I was imagining all kinds of kinky sex stuff you’d do,” I responded with a mischievous smile.

Maybe it was a wrong thing to say because Kristoff’s gaze turned hot, his eyes full of desire. Thinking of the tingling that started on my body with his look, maybe it was exactly the right thing to say!

“We can do kinky, Gemma. We can do it all… just say the word.” His tone was serious, his hard body tense. He was holding himself back on my account, and I had a distinct feeling that I needed this tonight. I needed him. To hell with reason and sense… I’ll do this for me.

“Anything in particular you want to do?” My voice sounded breathless and shaky.

“I don’t think you want to hear what I want to do.” Kristoff’s voice was serious. I stood up and took a step towards him. He was still sitting, watching me like a lion watches his lioness

“I think I do want to hear it. But if you want me to go first, I’m ok with that too…” I took a deep breath, aware there would be no turning back after my next words. “I’m debating whether we should try something kinky or start slow.”

He looked at me surprised, disbelief in his hot gaze. He stood up and took a step towards me, his hard body now against mine.

“If we are voting,” he whispered in my ear. “...my vote goes to the latter. I want to savour you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I think I am voting for the latter as well. Should we lock the door?”

His lips were close to mine. “Already locked. A guy can hope.”

“Seems like I beat you to the punch, Mr. Baldwin.” A fleeting thought was telling me that I was playing with fire. This was exactly what I should not be doing, but I shut my mind off to any reasonable thoughts. I needed this, and so did he.

My fingers at his nape, I kissed him deep. His kiss in response was urgent as he reached behind me to undo the zipper. He deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking mine when the dress pooled at my feet. He lifted me and sat me on the closest couch, his hands unclamping my strapless and backless bra.

I needed him closer, wanted more of him, all of him. He pushed me back against the back of the couch and fastened his mouth to one of my nipples. I moaned, pulling my fingers through his thick hair. He grunted against my skin, his heavy breathing matched mine, our bodies demanding what we denied for far too long.

My hands worked at loosening his tie and then each button down his crisp white shirt. When finally done with the last button, I pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, tossing it to the side. I explored his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin under my fingers. I wanted to feel every inch of him. I never wanted him to stop, needing his hands, my skin burning everywhere he touched me. He pulled my thighs towards him, pulled my underwear down my legs, and I opened my legs wide. I knew I blushed. I couldn’t help it. I wanted him with every fiber of my being.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes locked to mine. I licked my lips holding his gaze. We knew we’d end up here. We’ve been circling each other from the moment we met. His gaze slid down my body, his hands branding my skin everywhere he touched me, and he kneeled down in front of me. My heart was pounding so hard watching his every move through my half-closed lids. His mouth hovered over my sex before he dipped down to lick my folds. His two fingers parted me to him as his tongue expertly sucked my clit into his mouth. I arched my back with the sensation his lips caused on the most sensitive part of my body.

“Kristoff,” his name left my lips on a breathless whisper. With my hands in his hair, I pressed myself further into his mouth, rocking my hips to his tongue without an ounce of shame.

He growled against my skin, causing vibration to run through my senses. He sucked my clit harder, teasing my opening with his fingers. His tongue swirled every part of me like he was hungry for the taste of me.

I was delirious with the pleasure, my breath came out shallow, ragged as I surrendered to his expert mouth.

“Don’t stop… please… Kristoff!” I felt his finger enter me. His movement was slow, almost lazy, teasing me. I squirmed under his expert touch, wanting more. In tune with my body, he plunged hard and fast, while his tongue kept working my clit. Pleasure consumed me and an orgasm exploded through me. I shuddered after the release, sated, yet wanting more at the same time.

A belt jingled, the sound of pants falling, and my heart was beating fast, thumping wildly. I wanted him inside me. I knew this was not smart, but at this point I didn’t care. I needed him. I was sensitive everywhere, and my heart in my throat, I was waiting. I opened my eyes, looking at him through heavy lids.

“Yes?” I knew this was my last chance to run. Instead, I pulled him closer to me to kiss his lips. I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers in his hair.

“Fuck, Gemma,” he growled, out of breath. “I need to be inside you. Now!”

“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, and he let out a groan.

Rubbing the head of his cock against my folds, he lined us up. With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly eased inside me. I felt every inch of his hardness pushing and stretching me. His face tensed up as he filled me to the hilt, his fingers dipped on my hips as he slowly pulled back. A groan escaped his lips as he muttered a tortured, "Fuck."

I held onto him, wrapping my legs around his hips.

Like that was his calling, he lifted me up into his arms and sat on the couch with me straddling him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, he pulled me down to kiss my lips.

I rocked my hips over his length, my moans swallowed by his lips. Arching my back, I increased my speed, rolling my hips, enjoying the friction. He palmed my breasts, playing and teasing my nipples.

I moved back and forth, harder and faster, chasing that amazing feeling of being filled.

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