mine.
Ut. Fucking. Oh.
Chapter Fourteen
Cole
Maya melted into me at that first kiss.
My hands slid around to her back and I pulled her tight against me.
There was no voice in my head telling me to stop kissing her. And there were no punches thrown from Maya telling me to stop either.
I felt her shivering.
Her hands grabbed my shirt and her chest pressed against my body.
I felt the swell of her breasts. Even her nipples… they were perky, tight, cold.
I moved my hands down to her ass, over her shirt, and I picked her up.
That made her eye level with me.
The kiss broke and I walked up the steps and across the porch.
We went back into the cabin and I kicked the door shut with my right foot.
At the same time, I reached with my left hand and killed all the lights in the living room.
All we had then was the glow from the fire in the fireplace as it danced shadows left to right and up and down.
I stopped walking and stared at her.
“Cole…”
“Say the word and I put you down, love,” I said. “We never talk about this again.”
“But… why…”
“I just told you. You’re beautiful. You deserve better than what happened tonight.”
“And your cock is going to do just that?”
Oh, her mouth is drunk and dirty…
I growled deep in my throat and kissed her again.
Our tongues playfully attacked one another as I walked her through the living room.
At the fireplace, I came to a halt again.
The fireplace meant something to her.
She wanted to write in front of it.
I was going to offer something better than that…
My right hand spread as wide as it could across Maya’s back.
We kissed like we had never kissed before.
Sloppy, noisy, with that sense of desperation and need pouring from her.
I threw as many blankets and pillows on the floor that I could grab from the two couches within reach.
The floor was a mess.
And so was this situation between us.
I was her boss.
She was my secretary.
Technically she was getting paid as I kissed her…
Maya was back on her feet and I was far from done kissing her.
I broke the kiss anyway, my forehead to hers.
My hands moved down the sides of her perfect body, feeling the curves her normal clothes had always kept hidden but that damn black dress showed off.
At the bottom of her shirt I grabbed with both hands.
“Don’t fuck me over, Maya,” I whispered. “This has nothing to do with business. Or work. Or anything. Got it?”
“You’re the one taking the risk, not me,” she whispered back.
I gritted my teeth.
Now she was fucking with my head.
She was the one becoming the boss…
Hell no.
I lifted her shirt up and she lifted her arms up with it.
As her shirt moved over her head, my eyes looked down to her full breasts.
They were a perfect handful for me. Her nipples were small, button shaped, still hard.
I tossed her shirt to the couch and put my hands to her sides.
Maya gasped and moved to her toes.
My eyes met hers for a second.
“I won’t fuck you over, Cole,” she whispered. “I promise.”
I dipped my head down to her chest.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her soft, warm skin.
My left hand moved under her right breast, serving it to myself.
My mouth moved over it and I engulfed her.
I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and growled as I tasted her skin.
My tongue flicked her nipple, making Maya groan and jump, pushing her chest and body closer to mine.
When I pulled away, I took her nipple between my lips and tugged just enough to make her groan.
I opened my mouth and moved to her other breast.
Maya grabbed my shirt, her hands became twisted in it as she wrestled to get it off.
I said goodbye to her left breast too soon as I stood up and let her slide my button-down shirt off my body.
She was topless and beautiful, her hands gliding up my arms, tracing lines of muscle, moving to my chest.
She grabbed the top of my undershirt and looked me dead in the eyes.
“Take it all off, Cole,” she purred.
I put my hands to the small of her back and pulled her against me.
She let out a small yell and I kissed her.
Gently, I lowered us both down to the floor.
Her hands clawed at the back of my undershirt.
She got a firm grip finally and tore it up over my head.
Without a second of hesitation, she reached for my pants.
I grabbed her wrists - both