Page 97 of Damaged Protector
Her smile was so brilliant it made my chest swell. “Thank you. I’ve always wanted to go to one of these events, but I never had time because… well, I just didn’t have time.”
I read between the lines and finished her thought inside my own head. Because her mother wouldn’t let her do anything not related to dance.
“I’m glad you like them. Like I said, it’s not nearly enough to make up for being an asshole to you. If you want me to grovel, I will. Just let me know if you have a favorite groveling technique, and I’ll do my best.”
That made her laugh. “You don’t have to grovel. You’ve apologized very sincerely, and that’s all that’s needed.” She placed the tickets back in the envelope and held them to her chest. “But I’m still keeping these, and I would like to get one more thing off my chest. Then I’ll let it go.”
“Hit me with it, Bee. I can take it.”
She took a deep breath and then exhaled it. “You had no right to make me feel like I had done something wrong. I enjoyed it.” Just before taking her last bite of sandwich she added, “I think you did too, judging by the wet stain on the front of your pants when you stood up.”
I choked on the water I’d just swallowed, reaching for a napkin to wipe my mouth. With a huge grin, I admitted, “I enjoyed it very much.”
The hint of a feminine smile curled her lips up. “Since we’re both adults, why can’t we fool around a little? We’re each obviously attracted to the other.”
Her aqua eyes held me in place. “I’m not the kind of man you need, Mallori.”
“But you’re the kind of man I want.”
Her directness startled me and made me hard at the same time. She was right. I couldn’t very well say she was an adult and could make her own choices and then turn around and say that we couldn’t “fool around” because her cousin wouldn’t like it.
As my perspective shifted, so did the plan I’d had for this lunchtime meeting. I’d wanted to apologize for being a dick and set things right between us, but now… now I think I wanted to change it up a bit. Tack on an addendum to the agenda, so to speak.
I stood and pretended to focus on placing our trash in the plastic bags, but I was watching her in my peripheral vision. “I think you’re pissed because I left you hanging without a second orgasm.”
Her eyes widened in surprise at my bluntness, but a faint blush mixed with the tan on her cheeks. “You did kinda go back on your word.”
“Hmm, can’t have that. I’m nothing if not a man of my word,” I said, tossing the garbage in the bin before slowly rounding the desk, my gait a slow prowl. Her pretty eyes followed me the entire way, and then I lifted her by the waist and set her on the now-empty surface of my desk. “Allow me to rectify the situation.”
“What?” she squeaked. “Here? Now?”
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her stunned lips. “No time like the present, Bee. We’re the only ones here, and I owe you one. Since I made you wait for it, I’ll make you come on my mouth twice. Call the second one an interest payment.”
She swallowed hard even as her lips fought a smile. “How very businesslike of you.”
“I like to maintain an air of professionalism,” I replied with breezy casualness. Brushing her long hair behind her shoulder, I bent to her ear. “Until I get my face between these legs of yours. There will be nothing professional about what I’m going to do to you then, Little Bee. It will be raw and dirty as fuck.”
Mallori inhaled a breath with a bit of a hiccup beneath it as my fingers skated up her thighs. She’d worn a skirt with the requisite blue office polo today, nothing too short, but it was what my sister would call flouncy, flaring out a little at the bottom.
“Do your panties match your shirt today?” I asked as my fingers reached her tempting little cunt. It was warm, and her panties were already dampened with desire.
“Only one way to find out.”
When I pulled back, I saw an impish smile on her face, and her brashness made me chuckle. “You’re right. I am an investigator after all. I think I’ll enjoy finding out for myself.”
Standing to my full height, I stripped off my shirt, and Mallori’s eyes grew wide. “We’re not gonna… I mean, we can’t—”
I shushed her with a finger against her lips before replacing it with my mouth. I kissed her until she relaxed and wrapped her arms around my neck, and then I released her mouth.
“I’m not going to fuck you today, Bee. There’s not enough time for the things I want to do to your body.” Her cheeks pinkened as I trailed my fingers up the backs of her calves until I reached the creases of her knees. “I took my shirt off because I want to feel this spot right here against the skin of my shoulders.”
I brushed the sensitive spot, and her breathing quickened. I could read the arousal in her eyes as they roamed my bare chest and abs. When she leaned back onto her elbows, I took that as my personally engraved invitation and sank to my knees.
At this level, I could smell how much she wanted me and could barely restrain myself from diving right in. But behind the arousal, I sensed there was also an undercurrent of nervousness from Mallori. Taking that into account, I slowed my roll and eased her skirt up her thighs, following its ascent with tender kisses.
“You smell good, Bee. It’s making me hungry.”
“You just ate,” she retorted, and I nipped the inside of one leg with my teeth, making her squeal.