Page 73 of Forever in the Country

“Please.”

“You’re still mad at me.”

“I sure am,” I say as he pulls my shirt over my head and discards it on the floor. My bra follows and I pray that the door is locked.

“We’re supposed to talk.” The stubble of his jaw grazes over my skin, sending little shock waves of sensation through me.

“I know but—”

His arm knocks the stack of papers off my desk before hooking his fingers in the top of my leggings and pulling them down my legs with my panties until I’m completely bare.

He doesn’t move to take off my sneakers, just ducks between my legs and pushes my thighs wider as he kneels in front of me. The desk is cold against my skin, and I’ll never be able to sit in here without thinking of him devouring me with sweet fucking abandon.

“All these things we need to do, Sunshine,”—his palms grip my ass cheeks as he pulls me to the edge of the desk—“and all I want is to bury my face in your pussy and watch you hold back your scream.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before sucking my clit into his mouth. My back bows off the desk, my sneakers digging into his back with my leggings and panties still around my ankles.

He grunts as he licks and sucks, his hands kneading my ass as he winds me higher and higher. My hips buck off the desk in an attempt to get impossibly closer—to getmoreof everything he’s doing to me.

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs against my slit, and I bite my lip to hold back the whimper that threatens to escape.

“I just—” I clamp my hands over my mouth as he sucks my clit and I shatter. All the pent-up frustration from the last week is caught up in the orgasm as it rips through every cell of my being.

I thrash against the desk, against his face, but he doesn’t let up—not until he’s pulled every shred of pleasure from me.

Collapsing against the wood, I try—and fail—to slow my breathing. Ducking back under my leg, Sorren pulls the bottom of his shirt up and wipes his mouth with the soft fabric. The view of his abs has my mouth watering, and I scramble to sit up, to feel the hard muscles beneath my fingertips.

Forgetting my feet are still tangled in my clothing, I stumble a little before Sorren rights me and then lowers me to the ground, pulling my panties and leggings up where they belong.

Handing me my bra and shirt, he watches as I finish dressing.

The words “now what” die on my lips when he takes mine in a languid kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, doing all the things he did to me while his face was between my legs.

“Finish up whatever you have to do and then get your ass home,” he says, his voice full of gravel.

“You don’t just get to boss me around and—”

He cuts the rest of my protest off with another searing kiss.

“Please.” As his hands cup my face, it feels like his intense gaze is staring into my soul.

“I’ll hurry,” I whisper because I know what it means for him to ask. His lips twitch with a sweet smile before he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll be waitin’.”

31

SORREN

The ride from The Poppy Seed to Rhea’s house is a blur. I’d had my fair share of adrenaline dumps overseas—it was normal, expected even—but this week had rocked me to my core.

I can barely lift my feet over the threshold of Rhea’s house by the time I finally arrive. Being away with things so unsettled between us had added a level of stress I wasn’t used to feeling.

Combine that with my visit to Cullen today and I’m borderline manic on the inside. Outside, I kept my usual mask in place. I’d been off-kilter—unhinged—which is why I’d allowed Rhea to blow me in her office. I was wound too tight, and seeing her on her knees full of fire and jealous as hell was too much to resist.

And I was done resisting her.

“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing this for me.”

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