“Say that again.” I move nearer. My lips are inches from his. This is a stupid mistake, especially if we’re about to get into business together. A stupid, dumb, alcohol-and-wedding-fueled mistake. The kind of mistake that can ruin a life.
“Tell me you want me, Baptist.”
“I wantyou. Not your name. Not your family. I want you.”
He kisses me and I kiss him back. Fuck, it’s so stupid, but his heart is pounding and mine is too, and his lips taste like whiskey and licorice, and I want to melt into that mouth. His hands brush along the small of my back inches from my ass and extreme jolts of desire rush down my core. I’m breathless and longing for more. He holds the kiss for longer than we should until I break off first, and I can tell he didn’t want me to stop.
“Come with me,” he says quietly, not asking for permission. He grabs my hand and I should tell him to stop. Someone might see us leaving together and make all the right assumptions.
But I don’t care. I trail after him, walking fast to a back door. We descend an empty back staircase, pausing only for a moment, only long enough for him to pin me against the wall on the darkened landing and kiss me, his body hard and handsome and warm against mine.
This is stupid. This is so, so stupid. We’re going into business together, we can’t start this way.
I don’t even like this guy.
And yet I follow. I’m smitten, my lips swollen, my body melting. He takes me into a back room—a supply closet. “How romantic,” I say.
He shuts the door, shoves me against the wall, and smothers any other thoughts I might’ve had with his tongue.
His hands move down my hips. I can feel his thick hardness against my flesh already. He’s pulsing, beating with desire. He hikes up my dress and I gasp in shock as he strokes my pussy over my panties, kissing my neck, almost purring with delight. Pleasure breaks into my brain and any lingering doubts are blasted to pieces.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I moan as he shoves my panties aside.
“Yet here we are. And you’re dripping wet.”
“Baptist, fuck. You just asked me to go intobusinesswith you—”
“That’s for tomorrow, Webb.”
“I want to discuss salary.”
“Another time.”
“I’m not working for free, you—” He bites my lower lip and I gasp. “I want a good title too.”
“You’re a master negotiator.” His fingers stroke my clit and I shiver with delight.
“We shouldn’t, Baptist, not if we’re—”
He kisses me gently and stares into my eyes.
“All that is for tomorrow. This is for right now.”
“Oh, god,” I moan as he teases my clit and crushes my mouth with his. Baptist is a master at this, clearly a man of supreme talent, and he touches me in a way I’ve never experienced before. Maybe it’s the spark between us or maybe it’s his skill, but I don’t care. Pleasure rocks my body as he slips his fingers inside and back out, biting my lip hard, his hand fisting my hair.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I finally release the last bit of anxiety holding me back. This is a mistake—we both know damn well that it’s a mistake—but neither of us care. It feels good, too good, and I’ve had too much pain in my life these last few months to stop something that takes the edge away, even if it’ll only complicate things later. Because I really do want to join Baptist’s company and make this Cowan film, even if it’s a total longshot. He’s right, I’ll kill to get Cowan on screen again.
Kissing my future boss like this, letting him touch me between my legs in a dark supply closet at my friend’s wedding, that’s just about the worst way to start a business relationship.
But fuck it. Fuck everything. I don’t care.
I bite his lip and pull his hand up from between my legs. His eyes flash in the low light as I take his fingers and slip them into my mouth, licking my pussy juice, tongue rolling. I drop to my knees and unbuckle his belt slowly, staring into his eyes, until his hard cock’s in my hand.
He’s thick and long. I moan as I stroke him and slip a hand between my legs. Fuck, he’s right, I am wet. Soaking wet, dripping onto the floor, and I only get more excited as I take him into my mouth. I suck him fast, tongue swirling around his cock, moaning as I do it. I want him badly, so badly I could explode, and pleasure rips trough my body as I tease myself and suck him, losing my mind as I do it.
He growls, guttural and intense, so sexy it’s like an atom bomb going off in my core. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me, and he licks my pussy from my fingers before shoving me against the wall and dropping to his knees.
“I always imagined what you’d taste like,” he whispers as his tongue laps along my lips and licks my clit. I grab his hair and whimper as he does it, the pleasure overwhelming, almost too much. “I pictured a thousand different ways, but this is even better than I ever dreamed.”