it.”
His thumb and forefinger pressed on her sensitive nipples at the end of his statement, and Eve cried out. Not from pain. No, she loved the way he gently tormented her. Her cries had to do with her inability to voice the need they’d created in her. She jumped from Murphy’s lap, her embarrassment briefly lost in the face of her desire to escape.
“I have to go.” She grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed to the dressing room without a glance back at Murphy. Once there, she closed and locked the door and hurriedly dressed. The quicker she got out, the quicker she could make sense of what had happened today.
Five minutes later Eve unlocked and opened the door a fraction, looking to see if Murphy had followed her. When she saw no one, she breathed a sigh of relief. He’d obviously decided to let her go. She opened the door, rushed to her desk, and grabbed her purse.
Now all she had to do was make it out the door without either one of them catching her and she’d be home free.
“Where are you going?”
Shit.
She didn’t want to turn around and face Chase. Not yet. Until she had her emotions under control, she was entirely too vulnerable. After an hour with her battery-operated boyfriend and about eight hours of sleep, then she might be up to it. But now? No way.
“I’m going home for the night.” She did her best to hide the quaver in her voice and prayed he’d leave it at that.
Chase grabbed her arm and led her down the corridor toward the exit without another word. At the door, he backed her into the wall and bracketed her face with his hands. He seared her clear down to her soul with the hunger in his gaze before lowering his lips to hers. With the tense lines in his face and the angry demeanor she thought she’d picked up on, she expected a rough taking of her mouth.
Instead his lips slid across hers softly, sending shivers of sensation straight to her stomach and other warm places in her body. He took the time to taste and learn before his tongue dipped inside, coaxing her mouth open. The deeper he went, the weaker Eve felt, until her knees wobbled and she thought her legs would give out.
The warm, soothing kiss acted like a balm to her frazzled nerves. She’d begun to tumble into a well of helplessness after leaving Murphy as she recalled everything she’d endured. Although endured hardly suited how she’d felt. Everything they’d done made her want more until no matter what they did it wasn’t enough.
Now this kiss…
Chase delved deeper, increasingly forceful, until he’d begun to devour her where she stood. Tongue and teeth worked in tandem to rob her senses while he staked a claim. What else could you call something so intense, so fraught with need, her pussy flooded with moisture?
The inferno blazing inside her raged out of control. Thoughts of begging pushed at her brain. She grabbed at his waist. The need to be close—to have more of him—melted through her fear. When she thought she couldn’t take another second more before she combusted, he jerked back and out of her reach.
“Jesus, Eve.” He clenched his fingers in his hair and looked away.
Fresh tears pooled in her eyes, but they held no comparison to the painful need throbbing between her thighs. “Touch me, Chase…” Her legs shook out of control. “I need more…”
Eve slipped her hand beneath her skirt. Trembling fingers slid along the soaking-wet flesh. “I swear it won’t take much. One touch…”
Chase grabbed her wrist and yanked it away from her pussy. The dark look in his eyes was like molten lava to her insides.
“No.” He placed her arm above her head and locked it in place with a tight grip. “If this is going to keep going, you need to learn right now that your pleasure will only come from Murphy or me. Never your own hand unless we’ve directed it.”
Eve cried out and squirmed against his hold. She was ready to crawl up his body like a cat in heat if that’s what it took. What
His thumb and forefinger pressed on her sensitive nipples at the end of his statement, and Eve cried out. Not from pain. No, she loved the way he gently tormented her. Her cries had to do with her inability to voice the need they’d created in her. She jumped from Murphy’s lap, her embarrassment briefly lost in the face of her desire to escape.
“I have to go.” She grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed to the dressing room without a glance back at Murphy. Once there, she closed and locked the door and hurriedly dressed. The quicker she got out, the quicker she could make sense of what had happened today.
Five minutes later Eve unlocked and opened the door a fraction, looking to see if Murphy had followed her. When she saw no one, she breathed a sigh of relief. He’d obviously decided to let her go. She opened the door, rushed to her desk, and grabbed her purse.
Now all she had to do was make it out the door without either one of them catching her and she’d be home free.
“Where are you going?”
Shit.
She didn’t want to turn around and face Chase. Not yet. Until she had her emotions under control, she was entirely too vulnerable. After an hour with her battery-operated boyfriend and about eight hours of sleep, then she might be up to it. But now? No way.
“I’m going home for the night.” She did her best to hide the quaver in her voice and prayed he’d leave it at that.
Chase grabbed her arm and led her down the corridor toward the exit without another word. At the door, he backed her into the wall and bracketed her face with his hands. He seared her clear down to her soul with the hunger in his gaze before lowering his lips to hers. With the tense lines in his face and the angry demeanor she thought she’d picked up on, she expected a rough taking of her mouth.
Instead his lips slid across hers softly, sending shivers of sensation straight to her stomach and other warm places in her body. He took the time to taste and learn before his tongue dipped inside, coaxing her mouth open. The deeper he went, the weaker Eve felt, until her knees wobbled and she thought her legs would give out.
The warm, soothing kiss acted like a balm to her frazzled nerves. She’d begun to tumble into a well of helplessness after leaving Murphy as she recalled everything she’d endured. Although endured hardly suited how she’d felt. Everything they’d done made her want more until no matter what they did it wasn’t enough.
Now this kiss…
Chase delved deeper, increasingly forceful, until he’d begun to devour her where she stood. Tongue and teeth worked in tandem to rob her senses while he staked a claim. What else could you call something so intense, so fraught with need, her pussy flooded with moisture?
The inferno blazing inside her raged out of control. Thoughts of begging pushed at her brain. She grabbed at his waist. The need to be close—to have more of him—melted through her fear. When she thought she couldn’t take another second more before she combusted, he jerked back and out of her reach.
“Jesus, Eve.” He clenched his fingers in his hair and looked away.
Fresh tears pooled in her eyes, but they held no comparison to the painful need throbbing between her thighs. “Touch me, Chase…” Her legs shook out of control. “I need more…”
Eve slipped her hand beneath her skirt. Trembling fingers slid along the soaking-wet flesh. “I swear it won’t take much. One touch…”
Chase grabbed her wrist and yanked it away from her pussy. The dark look in his eyes was like molten lava to her insides.
“No.” He placed her arm above her head and locked it in place with a tight grip. “If this is going to keep going, you need to learn right now that your pleasure will only come from Murphy or me. Never your own hand unless we’ve directed it.”
Eve cried out and squirmed against his hold. She was ready to crawl up his body like a cat in heat if that’s what it took. What
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