Lucia
Pulling in a deep breath, I put the paperwork down and walk over to him, taking measured steps.
A throb of desire races through my pussy when he reaches for the hem of my skirt and his fingers flutter across my thighs.
I remind myself he’s already seen me naked, so I shouldn’t feel so nervous.
It’s just that it’s been a while since anyone has touched me. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to be touched or feel this way—desired and wanted.
A pulse of excitement rushes through me when he catches my waist and pulls me onto his lap.
He catches me completely off guard when he smooths his hand up my neck and guides me to his lips as if we do this all the time.
His lips press against mine for a hungry, insatiable kiss, and I kiss him back with the same reckless abandon, pressing my hands against his chest.
Jesus, how the hell am I supposed to not like this?
Alejandro tastes so good, and every touch warms me up to more and more.
He strokes the side of my neck, and like a slut, I don’t care that we’ve barely known each other for a little over a day.
My skin tingles, and my nerves do somersaults when his fingers roam down to my breasts, where his hot palms cup them and squeeze.
God, that feels so good.
So good I want to beg him to never stop touching me.
My nipples draw in tighter the more he touches me, and I fight for breath when he takes my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing, tweaking, tugging through the fabric of my top. But I wish he were touching my actual skin, like yesterday.
He exerts more provocative pressure to my mouth, and I moan against his lips, hungry and submissive, surrendering to the delicious sensation of him.
In response, he does the sexiest thing by playfully biting my bottom lip. Like he can’t get enough of me.
When he releases my lip, I’m so drunk on the wildness of his taste that I chase his lips, kissing him like I want to consume him. He allows me to feast on him for a few moments, and the inkling of submission of control to me has my head spinning. It makes me kiss him like he’s mine. I touch his hair, his beard, his granite chest, and he lets me.
Then, without warning, he pulls away and catches my face in an almost tight grip that puts the fear of God in me.
“Bad girl,” he whispers over my skin in a thicker accent, riveting his gaze to mine. “You like me.”
His stare intensifies, and a moment of understanding passes between us. Unspoken understanding where we both know this has nothing to do with the job he needs me to do, nor the money he thinks I need.
He’s right, and I can’t even deny it as I stare into the eyes of the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life, and I can’t deny anything. Not when the pull of attraction forbids me.
Embarrassed by my reaction, I try to pull back, but he holds me there.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, not knowing what to say.
A teasing smile dances across his lips. “You should be. I’m a dangerous man, Lucia. I know you can sense it.”
I can. “How dangerous?”
“It doesn’t fucking matter. I’m dangerous and nearly twice your age, but… I want you,” he breathes. While he keeps me there looking at him, he lifts the hem of my skirt and cups my pussy. He rubs over my pussy lips, and I part my legs wider for him. “Sweet Lucia, I want to taste you and touch you everywhere.”
Taste me and touch me everywhere?
That’s exactly what I want him to do.
I move my hips as he strokes me. If he wanted me to answer, I can’t. A pleasure-filled moan hums from my lips when he slides my panties to the side and pushes a finger into my pussy.