Her hands bunch at my clothes, trying to undo my suit and pull my dress shirt from my trousers.
I reach for the door handle, push it open, walking her backward into my bedroom. I don’t need Amelia hearing us outside in the hallway like two giddy teenagers.
I remove my jacket and tie, laying them across a nearby chair. My shirt follows while Clare helps me remove my pants, working the belt buckle free and then my zipper. She slides the material down, and it falls to the floor at my feet.
I step out of my pants, and I’m clad only in my boxers. She takes the sight in and inhales a sharp breath as I push my boxers down and kick them off.
“Your turn,” I say, pulling her close and tight against me. My fingers are rough and heated as I skim over her naked torso, bringing the shirt over her head. Her breasts are the first thing I see, and she’s even more glorious than the last time we did this.
My gaze roams down her body, and I drop to my knees, at the level with her blue cotton panties. I leave a path of warm, gentle kisses across her stomach and down the juncture of her thighs, kissing over her skin.
I drag her panties down, slow and methodically, not giving her the full attention that she’s craving where she wants it most. I drop soft kisses over her thighs, behind her knees, and listen to her breaths and gasps as I stir her desires.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I help her step out of her panties before picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
She giggles, and I hope that whatever is making her laugh doesn’t kill the mood.
FOURTEEN
Clare
I’ve never had a man sweep me off my feet, literally.
“Put me down,” I squeal as he carries me to the bed, but it’s too late. I’m already on the mattress, and he doesn’t seem the least bit out of breath.
Levi climbs above, straddling me, but he takes his time.
His eyes are bright, and it’s as though a fire has been stoked and fuel tossed onto the burning embers. The heat between us sizzles, and I’m not sure how much teasing I can take.
“Have you used your vibrator recently?” Levi asks, smirking as he stares down at me.
My stomach does a flop, and I inhale a sharp breath.
Do I answer him honestly or tell him that I haven’t touched it yet?
I take too long to answer, and Levi flips me over before I know what’s going on. I’m on my stomach, and he’s rubbing his large palm over my bare ass. “I’m going to ask you again, and this time, I expect you to answer.”
“Umm.” I glance over my shoulder at him, and he leans down, marking me, biting my ass.
I shriek and moan, realizing the sensation is a good kind of pain. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Where the hell did he learn to do that?
“Do I have to spank you?” Levi asks with a throaty chuckle.
“What? You would do that?” I try to spin around, but he keeps me from moving and presses his cock between my thighs. His weight traps me, but it feels so damn good.
“Answer the question,sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear, his lips kissing and sucking the lobe. He knows just what to do to make me feel full of butterflies.
“Yes,” I whisper, and bury my face in the pillow.
“And who were you thinking of when you pressed that pretty pink vibrator between your pussy lips?”
I moan. The contact from his body is overwhelming and absolutely sinful. I no longer care that he’s my boss. We’ll make this work, we have to, because I can’t live without the two of them in my life.
Not that I’m ready to admit that freely.
“You, sir,” I say, remembering how he once told me he wanted to be called sir. I wasn’t sure if that was a kink or not, but he grinds into me, pleased with my answer.