Page 22 of Never Say Never

"Let me change your mind."

Before I could object, his mouth was on mine. My eyes widened as my body leaned toward him all on its own. Paul's groans filled my ears, making my body light up as his hand continued to tease and explore. He drifted close to, but never touched, my cock as he pressed his tongue against the seam of my lips. I opened, accepting him. Our mouths crashed together, lips eager and desperate as I gave into the kiss.

Shit, this is too far. I should have stuck to screwing around. What if?—

Every thought was knocked out of my head as Paul's tongue swirled in ways that left me dizzy. He was an expert, where I was a fumbling beginner. Paul pulled me forward and shoved me into the back of the car once the door was open. He climbed in after me, sat on my lap, and shoved his lips against mine once more. I sucked in a breath and a moan fell free.

"Look at that," Paul mumbled. "My boss is moaning for me in the backseat of my car. Fuck, that's so hot."

"Every time you speak, I regret this," I informed him.

He chuckled. "Yet, you're not telling me to get off. All you're doing is grinding that big, thick dick up against me like you want more."

I scoffed. "You don't know anything."

"I know enough," Paul answered. "I know you want me."

I swallowed my words because I couldn't lie and say I didn't when he was straddling me, his hand gripping my chin as he stared at me with pure desire in his eyes. Seeing that look directed at me while my pulse throbbed and my cock twitched made me want to toss him off and demand he do more than his endless goddamn talking.

My lips parted and Paul took the chance to capture my mouth again. The kiss deepened, his fingers pressing and rubbing over my skin, setting me on fire with every bit of flesh that he stroked. My hips raised as I sought out more of him, needing it. I hadn't cum so hard in my life since he'd stroked us together in the club. I wanted... No, I needed to feel that again. All of my worries had melted away, my brain had been clear, and after the inevitable hangover the next day, I'd been able to work better than I had in ages. Paul was a magical elixir that I desperately wanted to swallow.

My lips were still sore.

I followed Paul into his place, my clothes slightly disheveled, and my cock hard. This wasn't what I was supposed to be doing. Going to his home felt too personal. I would have opted for a hotel, but he insisted this was fine.

"Give me one minute to straighten up my room. You can wait on the sofa."

I nodded as we stepped inside. I wasn't sure what I expected to see, but a white room with motel room art and pristine white couches wasn't it. Paul disappeared down the hall and I looked around. It seemed as if Paul had simply moved in and was using all the original furniture that was already in the place. Nothing screamed him.

My fingers drifted over a potted plant. Rubber met my fingertips, dust clinging to my skin. I quickly wiped my hands off on each other and went to the kitchen to wash them for good measure. If I didn't know this place was Paul's, I would have believed it belonged to any other middle-aged person on the planet.

Odd.

"You're not snooping, are you?" Paul called.

I turned, but he was nowhere in sight. I figured he was still down the hallway. "No," I said. "Would it be a problem if I was?"

"Of course not. I don't have anything to hide." He laughed.

Apparently not. There were no family pictures on the walls, no dishes in the sink, nothing that spoke to who he was or what he enjoyed doing. Normally, this kind of place would be a red flag for me. It was like no one really lived here, but I remembered when he moved in, some of the team had helped. And his things were here, they were just more organized, clean, and plain than I had expected from Paul.

Why am I overanalyzing everything?

"Hey," Paul called.

I turned, and he stood in the entryway to the kitchen, staring at me. The grin was gone and in its place was a dark look that filled his blue eyes. My heart squeezed.

"Yeah?"

"Come on," he said. "I thought you wanted me."

I swallowed thickly and nodded as my mouth decided to forget how to speak. Paul's grin returned. He took my hand and dragged me down the dimly lit hall to his bedroom. It was the same as the rest of the house, but there were family photos here at least. I felt at ease at the photo that was clearly his mother and father along with him as a boy.

"Are you going to stare or are you going to get naked?" Paul asked.

I turned to him. "Are you always so vulgar?"

"As much as I can be," he said as he closed the space between us. "I feel like it cuts right through the bullshit." Paul's hands tugged at my pants, unbuttoning them so swiftly, it took me a moment to realize that he had.