Page 77 of A Ticking Time Boss

Audrey’s hand grips my shoulder. “I can’t believe I came with you listening.”

“Best goddamn phone call of my life.” I slide my hand up, brushing past the soft curve of her breast. Needing to see it bared. “I’m looking forward to listening to it again.”

She rests her head against my shoulder. “Carter,” she whispers. But I don’t know if it’s in approval or admonition, a plea or a question. She’s breathing fast, and my fingers ache to reach for the hem of her shirt.

I reach for the buttons of mine instead. Audrey leans back and watches as I undo one after the other.

“Oh,” she breathes. She reaches out and runs a hand over my chest, through the faint hair there. Down to my stomach, and the muscles tighten instinctively. Pleasure so intense it’s almost pain makes my cock twitch.

Her hand is so close.

“You work out,” she says.

It’s the last thing I expected her to say, and I look down to see her fingers trace the outline of my abs. “Yeah.”

Her hands move, and it’s divine, feeling their warmth over my skin. She tugs at my shirt and I shrug out of the sleeves, tossing it away. Her eyes are wide and a bit glazed and I cup her face, making her look at me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say. “We could do anything, or nothing at all, and I’d be happy with tonight.”

Her lips curve into a smile. “You’re good.”

“Just being honest.”

But she surprises me, then. Leaning back on the couch and reaching for the hem of her shirt, she drags it up and off. Her skin is so pale it’s almost luminescent in the light. The curve of her waist begs for my hands.

She’s wearing a lacy bra, and Christ, her tits are the perfect size. A pulse of desire sweeps through my body so strong it makes me lightheaded.

Audrey shakes her hair out and gives me a smile.

I’m on her the next second, and she laughs, falling onto the couch beneath me. I kiss her forever. Time stops, and the movie fades into nothingness in the background.

The scent of her skin is warm woman and faint perfume and something else, something all her, and I drown in it.

I tease the cups of her bra down, revealing sliver after sliver of soft skin. Her nipples are rosy and taut, and for a second I can’t breathe. She’s too beautiful. I close my lips around a pink peak and she sighs in soft contentment. I’m in heaven.

And God, I hope I never have to leave.

I remove her bra entirely and dedicate myself to worship. Her hair tickles my forehead, and her hands move through mine, clutching me close.

Then she does something that short-circuits my brain. Again.

She shifts her hips and opens her thighs to cradle me.

And now the only thing between us, between me being inside of her, is a few layers of fabric. My cock is so hard it’s begging to be released from my tight zipper, though that’s not the only kind of release I need.

I rest my head against her stomach and breathe deeply.

But Audrey isn’t hampered by raging erections, not even mine, and lifts her hips up. Like she’s egging me on.

My fingers dig into her skirt. It’s tight, and it’s in the way, and I meet her eyes. They’re dark blue on mine.

I tug it down to reveal light purple, lace-edged panties with a tiny bow at the front. Fucking hell. She’s trying to kill me before we’ve even started.

She reaches down and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Carter,” she says, and there’s a thread of uncertainty through her voice. I force my heart to still.

“Yes?”

“I have an idea,” she says.

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