her thighs tightened, her muscles locked. She was close, and I was in heaven. Everything about her turned me on, got me harder, sent my pulse skyrocketing.
“Let go, baby.” I moved back to her clit and sucked it between my teeth, lashing it with my tongue.
She came with another scream, muffling it slightly as I worked her through it and into a second orgasm a few moments later. It wasn’t that I was being generous—I was fucking addicted to her taste, her scent, the sound of her cries. She shuddered, and her muscles went limp.
I kissed the little tattoo on her inner thigh, then let her thong fall back into place as I rose from the chair and took her face in my hands.
“That mouth,” she whispered, her heavy-lidded gaze falling to my lips.
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and groaned at the taste of her, fighting back the very real urge to say fuck it and take her right there on the desk. But even if I was that much of an asshole—which I wasn’t, it would end there. I wanted all night.
She reached for my fly, and I caught her wrist, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin when she protested. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”
“Not tonight.” I barely recognized my own voice. “When we do this, Savannah, I want you all to myself. Just once.” That’s all I could allow myself. Once.
“Are you saying…” Her eyes flared.
“Yes. God help us both.” I slid my thumbs over her cheeks. She was so damned beautiful.
“Okay, then I’ll—”
I kissed her quiet. “My terms,” I said against her mouth.
“When?”
“When I say. Trust me, you’ll enjoy yourself way more if you stop trying to control everything.” My lips rose in a smirk. “As I just proved.”
Her cheeks flushed a brighter shade of pink.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I slid it free, glancing at the message that flashed on my home screen.
Roman: Where did you go?
“I have to get back before Roman comes searching,” I said, tucking my phone away and taking one last, lingering kiss before I pulled away.
“When?” she asked as I reached the door of the office.
I almost laughed. Stubborn, gorgeous, addictive woman.
“When I say,” I said again over my shoulder as I walked out. One more second in that office, and I would have said right then.
I was going to hell, but damn, I was going to enjoy getting there.
8
Savannah
"It’s really ridiculous, right?" I asked while pacing the length of my bedroom.
London was perched atop my bed, watching my every movement with amused eyes.
"Oh, it absolutely is," she said in solidarity, resting her chin on her delicate hands.
"I mean, it's been six days," I whined. "Six days since he…"
Hendrix expertly spreading my thighs.
Tugging me to the edge of the desk.
His lips and tongue throwing me right over that edge as he made me shatter again and again—
That quickly, heat flooded beneath my skin. It had been that way every day for six days now. Any time I thought about him sinking lower in that chair before the desk…
A warm shiver trembled my body. I’d already shared most of the delicious deets with London, but I didn't want to rehash it here. I stopped pacing and rolled my eyes.
"Tell me why am I the only woman in the entirety of South Carolina that Hendrix Malone didn't jump immediately?" I threw my hands in the air, my blood pulsing hard with each new wave of anxiousness that hit me. Hendrix had given me a proper taste of what it could be like with him, and then he. Hadn’t. Called.
What the hell was up with that?
And why did it bother and delight me so damn much?
"Well, like I said before," London said. "It could be the fact that your father is his boss, and he's threatened all of those NFL players with death or trade or extinction if they go after you." She shrugged again. “Just a thought."
I sank on the bed next to her, nodding as guilt slid through my blood like gritty tar. "You're right," I said a little bit begrudgingly. "I get that. I really do. But it's going to be a one-time deal. And nobody is going to find out about it—besides you. And then I won’t have to worry about this anymore. I won’t have to worry that the next guy I date is only going to be dating me to steal my virtue or because I'm Coach Goodman's daughter. I'll