Page 12 of Merry Me Grumphole

“You are eager,” I tease ironically as I pull away long enough to help her unbutton the first top three.

It’s not like I plan on going anywhere anytime soon. Sure, we have work tomorrow morning, but there is no way in hell I’m going to stop what is already happening. Not when I want this more than her.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined what you are hiding beneath this. Isn’t it about time I see if I am right or not?” She huffs out her words as I watch her punish the next button.

Biting back a grin, she undoes a fourth one. Once the top of my chest is exposed, she buries her cold hands into my shirt to touch me. Her eyes light up like she’s impressed.

This woman is the reason why I am so confident. No one else boosts my ego like she does.

I’m the one who has to finish unbuttoning as she’s too distracted with her findings. While I’m trying not to focus on how her hips feel when she squirms against me, my cock is defying me at every corner. Has she noticed? Then again, I feel like I’m fighting the chance of getting aroused every time I’m near her.

At least in her home, I don’t have to worry about any of our coworkers catching an eyeful.

“What are you thinking now?” I ask, hoping she’s thinking more clearly now.

Gwen’s eyes lift and one of her nails brushes my nipple. “Nothing at all.”

Right. Because those glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and uneven breaths of hers don’t tell a story on itself atall.

Gwen

Okay, I’m a bit turned on right now.

I don’t want the guy to think I’m trying to move super fast. Like I’m desperate to finally have the man who has haunted my thoughts and dreams since the first time we bumped into each other in the break room all of those years ago.

“I want you,” I admit to him after a minute. “If you want me to slow down, just say the word and I’ll–”

He gives my hips a firm squeeze, a touch of reassurance I don’t realize I need until he does it.

“I am in no rush to stop you, Gwenevere. I think I can keep up with you.” The corner of his mouth lifts up before he sighs when I rake my nails across his chest.

He’s seriously so wonderful that it isn’t even funny. How long will it take for me to adjust to having this man within my grasp? It’s a Christmas miracle that he is actually here right now.

Like I need to test him, I cradle his face in my hands and sigh as I rub to get even closer. I can feel his body responding beneath and each shift of my hips leaves me growing warmer and warmer.

If he picks up on how easily my body is affected by his presence alone, there is no doubt he’ll try to hold it over my head. At the rate I am going, there is no such thing as keeping that a secret.

Riley might think he is sly, but I can feel his fingers slipping beneath my shirt. His touch burns against my skin as he explores the foreign area.

Ignoring any whispered insecurities about how my body looks, I pull back for long enough to tug my top off. The moment the cool air nips at my flushed skin, I hear him choke. Not because he doesn’t like what he sees, but quite the opposite.

There’s a shift in his eyes. The amusement is all gone, replaced by a foreign look of heat. This is a version of a man I have never met. Not even in that supply closet.

This is a man who looks like he could eat me whole and not leave any crumbs behind.

I’ll admit, there is a part of me inside that enjoys watching such a composed man lose himself all because I took off my shirt.

Maybe that’s why I giggle when he shifts us around, knocking me down against the two extra seats on the couch.

“You look gorgeous underneath the glow of these lights,” he compliments as he shifts our bodies to where he can touch me easiest. His mouth makes contact with my stomach first and he chuckles when he gets another laugh out of me.

What can I say, I’m ticklish. Though, the kiss he presses between my breasts doesn’t make me laugh. Instead, I’m groaning.

A few days ago, this was not how I thought today would be going. With Riley Sanders watching me fumble to get my bra off or listening to what kind of sounds I make when he gets those perfect hands of his on my breasts, I’m left believing this day has gone way off course.

It’s all incredibly embarrassing, really. A bit messy too, especially with the way he struggles with pulling his own shirt off.

We are both a mess. It’s almost laughable.

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