“What are the chances this envelope chase saves our asses in…” She glances at the clock. “Sixteen hours?”
“I don’t know,” I snap. “I don’t have any answers.”
“You don’t have to get mad at me.”
“I can’t even look at you with your tits out like that.”
She gasps, looking at me like I’m the biggest douche who’s ever lived, and she’s probably right. “They’re notout.”
“You know how irresistible you are to me,” I growl. “You know how difficult it is. Look at your body, Sophie—those thick legs, those round, perfect tits. You’re so damn beautiful, too.”
She turns from anger to a different kind of passion. “This isn’t helping,” she whispers.
I stand, go to the window, and stare into the darkness. In the reflection, I can see Sophie adjusting her shorts, drawing attention to those perfect, naked legs.
“We’ll have to let them release the video,” Sophie says. “It’s just a video of a silly girl with a silly crush. It’s not like they’ve got a photo ofusor anything.”
“Everybody will see it, Sophie,” I tell her.
“I can handle that. It’ll be embarrassing, but if it’s a choice between that and the company tanking, I have to make the right one.”
“But what if…”
She stands and walks over to me. I almost yell at her to get away. She has to know she can’t stand this close to me without the fire getting too hot. “What, Kaleb?”
I turn, reach out—God help me—and grab her hips. She gasps in that cute-as-fuck way when I pull her right up against me. “What if we get together one day? What if everybody knows it started with a crush?”
“Why does that matter?” she asks when she should say,We can’t be together.
“It’s bad enough, me being twice your age, you being Paul’s sister. With the crush as well?—”
“You shouldn’t care what people think,” she says.
“It won’t just affect us. If we ever decided to…”
What thefuckam I about to say?If we ever decided to start a family. I’m talking way too far into the future. My hands sink deeper into Sophie’s hips. I can see from the look in her wide, excited eyes that she knows what I was going to say without having to ask.
“I don’t see any other choice,” she murmurs. “I can’t tell the world you’re a bad guy.”
But she doesn’t understand. By doing this, by leaning down and kissing her again when I know I shouldn’t, Iama bad guy. Lifting her off her feet and carrying her to the couch makes me a monster, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I’m too obsessed with her.
I lie atop her, holding myself up with my arms, almost snarling as we kiss. I sound like an animal finally able to be with its mate. I sound like a freak, but I’m too hot to care.
She moans, writhing against me. I push my dick in between her legs, letting her feel it through the fabric of our clothes. She shifts her hips. It’s like her body was waiting for this, a fuse sparking. She writhes against me.
Oh, fuck. I think she’s going to cream from this or get damn close. I start to grind against her, pushing my cock against her over and over. Her body starts to shiver, but no, not yet.
“I need to taste you,” I tell her, sliding to the floor and grabbing her legs, turning her so she’s facing me so I can smell her lust-filled core.
She stares down at me, biting her lip in that telltale way. She’s ready for me, even if she shouldn’t be, even ifneitherof us should be. When I grab her shorts and her panties in a rough handful, she nods as if telling me it’s okay, but it’s not.
I pull them down over her feet, then grunt, “Take off your top. I want you naked.”
She grabs the hem of her shirt and pauses. I think she might tell me no for a second. She might do the right thing, but then she slowly lifts it, revealing her gorgeous body, her plump tits, and her perky, eager nipples.
I lean over, pushing her tits together, sucking on one nipple and then the other. I focus on one as I slide my hand up her legs, in between her thighs. Her pussy is already so wet for me. She’s soaked her folds with her juices. I circle her entrance with my finger, sucking her tight nipples.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I groan as I slip my finger inside of her.