Page 22 of Bossy Ex's Brother

Fuck.

I couldn’t fight it. Pretty soon, my hands were running down her body, searching for her moist center again.I’m going to taste her pussy this time, I thought. I was hiking her onto my table as lust coursed through my blood, drowning out anything that wasn’t her.I’m finally going to taste her.

NINE

JANE

I felt like I was drowning.

Desire sank me so quickly that it was dizzying. It swarmed through my senses, stealing all breath and rationality until, before I knew it, I was kissing him back.

There was no rhyme or reason to the embrace. His hands were tight around my waist, and the other one tangled in my hair, holding me in place for his onslaught. I kissed him back, pressing myself to his body and holding on tightly, partially because I felt like I was going to fall over if I didn’t. All the images from that night were crashing back into my head, the smell of sex dragging me back to the incredible pleasure and orgasm I’d had.

My body was trembling. I wanted it again.

I only made a sound of protest once I started feeling a crick in my neck, and the minute I noted it, he seemed to know what to do. He picked me up with ease, placing me on his work table and parting my thighs as he confidently stepped between them. I gasped into his mouth when I felt his hardness brush against me. He didn’t push it against me, and it only touched my center lightly.

But it still made me ache.

My pussy was weeping for it, and I shifted forward of no volition, internally reaching for it. My fingers grasped his shirt around the waist, nudging him forward, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he kissed me harder, his lips conquering mine, and I breathed deeply as his tongue took me. He groaned into my mouth the more I struggled, and I knew he was feeling it too.

But I wanted more. I ached for more. My nipples were hard little points against my shirt, and lust was sending shakes through every nerve ending in my body, demanding more of everything.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered in a harsh breath as he tore away from my lips, his mouth attacking my neck. I gasped out when I felt the suckling sensation spark in my pussy as if there was a wire connecting the two points. With every deep draw of his mouth, my body trembled, and my stomach clenched until I thought I would go mad.

I was about to beg him to touch me down there when the door swung open.

“Hey, boss, we need to—”

We tore apart just as whoever was talking stopped. Or at least I tore apart from Luca, pushing myself back from him with my hands against his shoulder. Luca, on the other hand, made no move to let go of me. He merely turned around and growled, “Get out.”

“Oh, my bad.” My mind was in a fog, but recognition dawned as I recognized the voice. I peeked in horror and saw that it was Brandon standing at the doorway. He instantly turned around and left without a word, letting the door swing shut with a quiet click behind him.

Only then did the full impact of what I’d just done hit me.

Luca turned back to me, his eyes still dark with lust, and tried to kiss me again, but I avoided his mouth, pushing out of hisarms. He let me go, and I stumbled off the desk, feeling a distinct sense of deja-vu.

“Are you kidding me?” I snapped at him once I found my footing. My voice was still hoarse, so I cleared it as I glared at him.

He looked a little surprised. “What?”

“Why did you kiss me?” I demanded. “You knew I was mad at you.”

“And vice versa. Didn’t stop you from kissing me back, though.”

My face heated, especially because he was right. And from that irritating smirk on his lips, he knew it too.

“Face it,” he mocked. “You wanted that kiss just as much as I did. Maybe even more.” His eyes dropped pointedly to my chest, and even though I knew there was no way my nipples were showing through my bra, I still crossed my hands over them defensively as heated humiliation poured through me.

And as usual, when I got embarrassed, I got angry. And very vicious.

“I can see why you let people like that man in the club,” I spat out, feeling the bitterness rise, which made my words even uglier. “You’re just as bad as they are.”

It wasn’t a fair accusation. I knew it wasn’t because he hadn’t forced me to do anything. But I didn’t want to accept that at this moment.

“No, sweetcheeks,” Luca responded, his eyes also swirling with heat as he got into my personal space. “I’m worse. Everything you think they are, I’m a thousand times worse.”

“Don’t call me that,” I said.

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