“It’s easier,” I exhaled, “to remember this is a business deal when we’re not in the same room.”
His hand pressed harder, almost punishing me for even saying those words. Even if we both knew they were true.
I rolled my hips against his palm, chasing the edge, while his fingers curled, stroked, and circled.
“Come for me,” he whispered, his voice low and gritty. “You’re already there, so quick and ready. Let me feel it.”
My body clenched, tightening around his fingers as heat burst low in my stomach. I came with a muffled cry, my head falling back against his shoulder. He held me steady, waiting until my legs stopped shaking before slowly sliding his hand out of my jeans.
Then, without shame or hesitation, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
“Jesus,” I whispered.
He smirked, the hunger still in his eyes. “Just your husband.”
Chapter Forty
WEST
Blueand I spent the entire night stealing glances, brushing hands, letting our fingers linger too long, and smiling like we were in on some private joke.
But I guess we were.
Everyone else probably thought we were just another newlywed couple working side by side. But she and I both knew that the heat between us was getting hotter by the second, and the only thing keeping it from burning out of control was that thin thread of self-control neither of us wanted to cut.
At one point, she sent me to the storage room to grab another bottle of Crown. I expected to come back out in thirty seconds. Instead, the door shut behind me and she was there, sliding into my arms and pressing her mouth to mine like she couldn’t stand another second without the taste of me.
I kept waiting for the guilt to hit. Even a sting or ache in my chest. But it didn’t come. All I felt was the weight of how badly I wanted her, and the quiet, dangerous realization that I had never wanted someone like this before.
By the end of the night, Tuffy waved us off, saying she’d have someone else help her close and we didn’t need to be told twice.I grabbed my keys from the office, and we walked hand-in-hand toward my truck. Blue slowed when she didn’t see Marshal nearby.
“I sent him home,” I told her. “It’s just you and me this weekend.”
She nodded, then glanced at the truck suspiciously. “Did you just buy this today? Ya know, for the plot?”
I laughed. “No. I’ve had it. It’s a newer version of the same model my dad used to drive.”
I helped her in as she climbed up using the step-side, and once I was behind the wheel, her earlier comment stuck with me.
“You really think I’d buy a truck to match my outfit?”
“You seem like the type,” she smirked.
“A car to match my outfit,” I repeated with a shake of my head, still laughing as I cranked the ignition and headed toward the lake house.
Unlike my dad’s old truck, this one had a center console, so I reached over it, took her hand, and pulled it into my lap. She didn’t let go.
When we got to the house, she punched in the code to the front door, and as soon as it clicked closed, I had her in my arms. Our mouths were crashing together as I guided us down the hallway to my bedroom. I didn’t have to say anything. We had eaten at the bar and we both knew exactly what we were doing the moment we were alone.
Her tank top came off first. My T-shirt followed. Then her jeans. Then mine.
I didn’t know if we’d go further than we had the weekend before. I didn’t think about it. I acted on instinct, lifting her bare body against mine and carrying her into the bathroom. She reached back to turn on the shower, and I stepped in with her, our thoughts perfectly in sync.
She gasped like she was expecting that first blast of water to be cold, but when I had the house redone, I made sure the hot water was instant. The moan she let out when it hit her skin nearly dropped me to my knees.
My cock had been hard since the moment she came around my fingers in the office, and there was no time wasted once she slid down my body to her knees. She stroked me with both hands, using the water as a slick, warm lubricant before taking me into her mouth.
Her mouth was better than I remembered. The way she worked me, the low, hungry sounds she made like she was getting as much out of it as I was.
