And yet, none of the obstacles I’ve listed make my heart want him any less.
The delivery guy arrives, breaking up my chaotic thoughts, and I thank him, mouth-watering as I take the warm bag. The smell of the tacos is heavenly. It’ll be worth the pain of close confines with Sean for the food at least.
He’s waiting at the table in the office kitchen when I enter. There’s a few others in the room, and they greet me happily when I put the bag down and Sean unpacks the food. There’s so much of it, my eyes grow wide. When he sees my questioning stare, he only shrugs. “I didn’t know which was your favorite.”
“But this must have been so expensive,” I argue, even as I slide a container towards me. I moan as I take my first bite, the taste even better than I imagined. Is it considered acceptable to eat tacos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? I’m sure I can live off these. They’re so damn good.
Sean smiles, shaking his head a little. “I’d pay millions to make you as happy as you are with that taco,” he jokes, or at least I think he’s joking. When I peek up at him, though, he looks deadly serious. I swallow quickly, thankful when he scoops up a nacho and begins eating too.
He chats to the other employees for a while until their breaks are up and they take cups of coffee and tea back to their desks. Given that I didn’t take my break until halfway through the hour and Sean’s the boss so can take whatever break he wants, their absence leaves us alone in the kitchen. Suddenly, the spacious room feels much too small. Finished with my food, I start tidying up the boxes just to distract myself.
“Thank you for the food,” I tell Sean over my shoulder. I rummage around in the fridge, well-stocked with water and cans of soda for employee use, grabbing one at random. My mouth feels very dry all of a sudden. I drink three large gulps, feeling his presence at my back like my brain’s attuned to his every move.
I turn slowly, facing him. He’s tidied up the last of our lunch, and now, he’s standing right in front of me. The small of my back presses against the counter. For a moment, we just stare at each other, my breath stuck in my throat, his gaze trained on me.
“I should get back to work.” My teeth scrape my bottom lip.
“You have twenty minutes left on your break,” he counters, stepping towards me.
“I know,” I whisper, but he’s so close that I know he can hear every word. God, he can probably hear how fast my heart is beating too. “But I don’t trust myself to be here…alone…with you.”
“Why’s that?” he asks, his gaze dropping to my mouth as he says it. I shiver.
“You know why, Sean.”
8
SEAN
Ipause in my prowl towards Savannah, satisfaction rolling through me. She wants me, and more than that, she’s admitting she wants me. The mixture of relief and need that her admission sends rushing through me makes my head foggy with desire.
Her expression falls a little as I step backward, moving away from her. I walk faster, never wanting to be the one to cause even a second of sadness to grace her beautiful face. When I reach the door, her lips part in silent surprise. Because I’m not leaving, far fucking from it.
The lock snicks closed, the sound loud in the quiet kitchen, shutting the rest of the office out.
“Explain that for me, sweetness,” I urge as I stalk towards her with long strides, eating up the distance between us. “Why is it that you can't trust yourself to be alone with your boss?”
Her face is flushed and her breaths are uneven, and fuck, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life. I fist my hands at my side to stop myself from reaching for her. I need her to say it first. I need permission.
“Because…” she whispers, swallowing thickly as she gathers courage. “Because I want…you.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and I watch determination settle over her pretty face. “I want you, Sean.”
That undoes me. Her soft, shaky words are a drug to my system. I want to make her scream them. I’m ravenous, and there’s only one thing that will feed my hunger.
“Fuck me, Savannah,” I groan, my hands on her waist. “I need a taste of you, sweetness. I won’t survive without it. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”
She whimpers as I lift her onto the counter, sitting her perfect ass on the edge. Her ocean blue eyes are wide, her hands scrabbling at the edge of the counter for something to grip onto. That won’t do.
I drop to my knees with a wide grin, loving how reactive she already is. So sweet. So beautiful. Somine.
“I gave you an order, gorgeous,” I say slowly, tapping her knee. Slowly, she parts her thighs, her skirt riding up at the movement, revealing more of her perfection. My groan makes her shiver where she’s perched. The tease of white lace between her thighs makes my mouth water. I’m fucking drooling over her. “Wider.”
“Sean…” she whines, and I have to squeeze my eyes closed so I don’t fucking embarrass myself. Nobody has ever driven me as absolutely insane as she does.
I grip her thighs, her soft skin silky smooth under my palms, and press a wet kiss to the sensitive skin there. Before I bury my head between those perfect thighs, I pause, looking up at her. Carefully, giving her a chance to stop me even as I pray she won’t, I pry her hands from the counter and lift them to my hair. Instinctively, she runs the strands through her fingers, tangling her hands in my hair.
“The only thing you’re holding on to while I’m between your legs is me. The door’s locked but this room isn’t sound-proof, Savannah. Try and stay quiet for me, yeah?”
I don’t give her a chance to answer. I’m too desperate. I shove her skirt up higher, not even bothering to wait long enough to take her panties off. Instead, I cover the white lace with my mouth, tasting how wet she is through the fabric.
