I don’t move, challenging him. If only he’d touch me…
“What are you doing, Georgiana?” he whispers as his hands settle on my hips and he drops his face to my belly, pulling me close.
One day, I swear, I’m going to come just from his whispering my name like that, but now he groans, a soft huff that screams of restraint and frustration.
“Teasing you,” I murmur as I glide my fingers into his hair. This is our status quo—teasing and joking to skirt around our feelings. It’s such an easy place to return to every time.
“Hmm. I see.” He slowly slides his hands down the back of my thighs, and then slips them beneath my shorts. There’s enough space there, and my blood is on fire from his touch, his fingertips almost electric against my skin as he shifts them to the front of my legs.
My panty line blocks further progress, but now his thumbs are doing that thing again, that thing where they stroke in circles, and I gasp for breath as each turn runs closer to my sex. I’ve been sitting on this orgasm for so long, and after last night, he’ll make it burst from me with a few more strokes if he heads half an inch deeper on both sides.
His lips are on my breasts as he kisses me through the fabric and I slip my hands from his hair to lift my tank top higher, exposing my stomach. He kisses me, pressing his lips to the skin below the underwire of my bra and running his nose up the curve under my breast. One hand still steadies me with a thumb stroking me through my panties, and I don’t stop him when he reaches for my shorts button, or when he pulls down the zipper to loosen them. My shorts drop to my ankles and for a moment he just stares at me, his eyes raking up and down to the triangle of my sex, revealed through a bit of diaphanous lace.
“You know how this ends, right?”
“No,” I whisper, unable to think beyond the need my body has for him right now.
He stares up into my eyes and then moves the few things on the desk to the side. He’s going to show me how this ends, and the fires flare within me.
Raiden stands and lifts me onto the desk, and with the movement, my shorts drop to the floor. With a firm hand he presses me down onto the desk, and I drop back, allowing him to lift my legs onto his shoulders as he sits again.
“Raiden,” I moan, too helpless and weak to stop this from going any further. I’ve longed for his touch for so long, I can’t make myself stop him.
He stills. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. This.” I try to pull him closer with my heel on his shoulder. “Please.”
“Easy, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he murmurs as his lips nip and kiss down my leg, brushing featherlight at the angle of my knee, then higher up my inner thigh, his beard deliciously soft. His thumb strokes up and down my slit in a steady rhythm, and I’m soaked. All I can do is open wider, and when he nudges my panties to the side and sinks into me with his tongue, it takes only a few licks and sucks before I start coming. He doesn’t stop playing his tongue over my clit and dips into me, tasting my orgasm as it ripples and crashes through my body.
All I want is for him to take his cock and plunge it into me, to fill me up with all of him, but when he pulls away, I have a sinking feeling that this was it. He lets me calm down for a long moment in the afterglow of his soft breathing as it flows over my stomach.
Raiden rests his hands on my thighs and looks up. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
“Don’t say that,” I whisper, but his tone says it all. Last night shouldn’t have happened. This shouldn’t have happened. He’s crossed boundaries with me he never intended to cross. I won’t refer to last night, but this— “No one has ever made me come like that before.”
“No? Selfish bastards.” Raiden gives me a shy smile as he helps me sit up. “Told you I’m good rebound material.” He reaches for my shorts on the floor, and with great care and soft movements, he dresses me. He brushes a few wisps of hair from my face, looking as if he wants to pull me into his arms for a hug that I yearn for, but he merely pulls me to my feet. The last thing I want is for this man to be a rebound.
“You good?”
“God, yes.” I reach for him, keen to return the favor, because his impressive erection is straining against the zipper of his cargo shorts.
He takes my wrists in a gentle grip. “No, Georgiana, this stops here. It isn’t the right thing.”
“Why?”
He shakes his head. “I…my is-is—” He breaks off, closing his eyes for a second with a shake of his head. When he opens them again, it’s as if the curtains have been pulled over everything he wanted to say about last night and himself. “Hunter. Cash. Everybody.”
“What does Hunter or Cash or anybody have to do with any of this? With us?” I don’t want to think about anybody right now except him. I want to know everything about Raiden, about last night, about right now and what just happened seconds ago. I want him to admit that what I feel is what he feels.
“Nothing…everything—” He breaks off and stares at me, seeming frustrated that I don’t get his meaning.
“What do you mean by ‘the right thing?’” Nothing about what just happened was wrong.
“I’m trying to do the right thing, the responsible boss thing.” He lets go of my wrists only to slide his hands up my arms. “I want to live up to my own expectations for once.”
He has his expectations, but I have mine too.
“But hurting me is right? And feelings don’t count? Your feelings? My feelings?” I bite back. He isn’t indifferent to me, and every day I’ve been falling deeper for him. Last night tugged us a few inches closer to each other, whether he wants to admit it or not. But these actions make me feel as if I don’t count. As if I’m an object to be pushed to the side. It’s a rejection that stings so badly in places where I’ve been hurt so many times before that I gasp. “And you think I wanted this? Expected to feel like this? This is all new to me. But you make it sound as if you have this reaction to every woman you work with. As if you regularly eat out your interns and have a bad habit you need to break.”