Sweet Love - Mia Kayla Page 0,62
girl. Just this one time.” My voice was a breathless, horny promise against his skin.
In the darkness, it was easier to imagine that we’d work out, that he wasn’t moving away.
His lips were back on mine again, searching, needing, and as if he couldn’t take it anymore, he reached into his back pocket. I heard the rip of a condom and helped him slip it on his length.
“I’ve wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you. In front of that candy wall.” He lifted me up in his arms again and kissed me like I was the last woman on earth, leaving me unable to form words. “It’s so hard to stay away from you, Charlie. You just don’t understand.”
“Then, don’t.”
He lifted my skirt, and in one swift movement, my underwear was ripped off and tossed to the side.
“Make sure you put the panties in an envelope and have it delivered to my office.”
Registering his words, I pulled back just a tad. “That’s from my book.”
His lips skated across the base of my neck. “Sexy Filthy Boss.”
“You’ve read it?” My voice was horny, breathy, hot.
“I had to know if the boss got the girl. Glad to know he did.”
He anchored me against the file cabinet, and with one push, he was inside me.
Oh, God.
Pleasure rushed throughout my whole body.
“Charlie … you feel … amazing,” he grunted out, moving in and out of me in slow, languid movements.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but feel … every single push and pull. Every single nerve of mine tingled with sensation. It’d been a long time since I had sex. And I’d never had sex outside of a bedroom before. It felt forbidden in a way that excited parts of me that I never knew existed.
It didn’t take long for my heart to pound louder, faster, and stronger against my ribs and for exploding currents to race through me. My body shivered, and I bit down on Connor’s shoulder to prevent me from screaming his name as I let go, crescendoing in an orgasm that never seemed to end.
With one final push, he gripped my hip so tightly that I knew for sure I’d bruise in the morning. In the next beat, his whole body went lax against mine. “Charlie …”
“Hmm?” I murmured, trying to catch my breath, trying to find my bearings, trying not to move from the oversensitivity my body was feeling.
“Can we do that again?”
I laughed.
“Is that a yes?”
I ruffled one hand through his hair. “Yes.”
“Because I want to make the most of my time here … with you.”
It was really, really late by the time we exited the closet. We wanted to make sure that it was late enough that no one would see us both walk out. By this time, it was way past dinnertime, and I was so hungry from our workout that my stomach was eating its lining.
We’d had sex twice in the closet while we waited for time to pass. The only people in the office now were security, which was what Connor had wanted to ensure.
I adjusted my skirt and buttoned up my shirt. It was pitch-dark, so who the hell knew if all my buttons were on in the right places?
“My underwear?”
“Oh, shit. Yeah,” he whispered.
He’d ripped it off in the heat of passion.
We couldn’t see a dang thing. This was a problem.
“We need to find it.”
“Okay.” He kissed my hand before opening the door and peeking out to see if anyone was there. “All clear.”
Light peered in the closet, and my eyes scanned the area. “Where did you toss them?”
He smirked. “I don’t even remember. I just needed them off.”
I playfully slapped his shoulder. “Not funny.”
I looked behind the cabinet and on every spot of the floor. Nothing.
“Connor, where are they?” Panic seized my chest. This was the worst possible thing that could happen. Seriously.
Connor’s smile slipped as he stared out in the hallway. “Someone is here.”
“What?” My stomach turned with a queasiness that I swore would knock me out.
He motioned for me to get out of the room. “Let’s go. I’ll look for them later.”
“What? No!”
“Charlie”—he tipped his chin toward the hallway—“there’s no time. I promise I’ll find them. Let’s go.”
I rushed out of the closet and down the hall, and he followed behind me. We raced away as though we were teenagers about to get caught in one of our parents’ bedrooms.
When we rounded the corner, I flipped to face him. “Promise me that you’ll