Page 39 of Love to Hate You

“I hope it’s okay,” he whispers in my ear. “The showers down in the gym were closed. I didn’t realize it until after my workout.”

I’m so aware of him and every nerve ending lights up as my lady parts begin to throb. He’s barely touching me but his warm breath at my ear and gentle touch leaves me reeling. Leave me wanting.

“It’s fine,” I manage to say, my voice far too husky.

“I just didn’t want to go back to my tiny office all sweaty, you know?”

Completely of its own accord, my body moves back the slightest degree, and he moves forward. The water droplets running down his naked torso soak through the back of my blouse and there’s no missing his hard cock pressing against my ass.

Neither of us moves or says anything for a long, torturous moment.

“I should go,” I sputter. Yet, my legs don’t seem to want to move.

“Don’t,” he says, arm sliding around my waist, pulling me completely against him. His leg moves around mine and kicks the door shut. “Stay a minute.”

Oh, God.I can’t do this. His head drops and he begins kissing my neck in this very slow, very erotic way. My head drops to the side as his tongue licks and flicks the sensitive skin on my neck. When he begins sucking, my knees threaten to give out and a soft whimper echoes through the bathroom. His hands slide up to cup my breasts and I’m leaning against his wet chest as he kneads them.

“Nash,” I say. “We…can’t…” But there’s no force behind my words.

His hands move back down and grasp my hips, squeezing hard. “Do you know how badly I want to lift your skirt and bend you over?” He gyrates his erection against my ass and a dark red haze of desire falls over me.

I want that, too, but there’s no way I can tell him. Yet I push my ass against him, encouraging him, and rotate my hips in answer. My mind is saying no but my body is ready to go. I’m burning for him and the ache between my legs isn’t helping matters.

When he starts to lift my skirt, my eyes pop open and I pull out of his arms. He groans and reaches for me, but I have to go. And fast before I change my mind and let Nash have his way with me.

“Sorry,” I say and throw the door open. My legs are wobbly in my heels, but I hightail it out of there fast. I have to get away.

Back in my office, I shut the door and drop down in my chair, flushed and breathing hard. God Almighty, that man is going to be my undoing. I don’t know what to do anymore. Avoiding him isn’t dousing the flames or my desire. The thought of giving in to him again crosses my mind and I wonder. Maybe one full night of fucking is the answer.

When we were together, it was fast and, although extremely satisfying, we didn’t get to explore each other enough. Not even close. There are so many things I want to do with him. To him. Maybe the answer to truly getting him out of my system once and for all is allowing myself one night of pleasure. One night where anything goes, and no guilt is involved.

Just two consenting adults who need to find release and closure with each other.Hmm. Of course, the flipside of that is I do something stupid like develop feelings for him. As I’m deciding whether or not it’s a risk worth taking, there’s a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I say.

The door opens and it’s Nash. His dark hair is still damp but he’s in a suit now and my heart squeezes in my chest at how handsome he looks.

He closes the door and walks over. “I’m sorry about that,” he says, voice all low and sexy. “I lost control. It won’t happen again.” He locks intense blue eyes on me and I can’t look away. “Unless you want it to.”

I sigh. “Why do you say things like that?”

He sits on the corner of my desk. “I don’t know what it is between us, Charlie, but it’s electric. Unless I’m imagining things.”

“You’re not imagining things,” I say softly. There’s no point in denying it and one full night with him might be exactly what I need to purge him completely from my system. It’s probably best if I don’t play games.

He gives me a small smile. “I think we owe it to each other to explore this further.”

I definitely want to explore him further, but not in a relationship kind of way. “It’s so complicated,” I say. “And just so we’re clear– I don’t do serious relationships.”

“Neither do I.” He reaches for the stress ball on my desk and begins to squeeze it.

I can’t drag my eyes away, watching as his fingers tighten and release. Remembering how I came on those same fingers after they stroked me into a frenzy. “Just as long as we’re on the same page,” I finally manage to say.

“For once, I think we are,” he teases, blue eyes glowing brightly.

We stare at each other for a long moment. “I think we need to get each other out of our systems. But in a smart and responsible way.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” he asks and crosses his arms, still squeezing the ball.

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