Page 38 of Say You'll Stay

Can’t take this anymore.I hook the back of her head with my hand and pull her to my lips.She might run away again, but I have to know.

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ELSIE

Everything in me stiffens up, feeling Beau on my lips. But in less than a second, I give myself over to it. This is what I have been missing, what I have never had. Someone who knows how to kiss a woman.

My breath catches in my throat, and as much as I want this, I should stop it. It’s not professional. This isn’t what we are supposed to be doing. What if someone catches us? His assistant is just around the corner.

But I can’t pull myself away. Not this time. I don’t want to stop, and I melt into the kiss. He deepens it, brushing his fingertips along my jaw and beneath my hair. It gives me shivers, and I moan. This is what a kiss should feel like.

He pulls back, but I don’t want it to end and I grab onto his neck to keep him there. A little growl comes out of him, and between that and our arguing and all the tension between us, I am far too ready for what could come next. But he breaks the kiss and walks around the desk, locking the door. “Elsie—"

“Yes?”

“Is your tablet backed up?”

“On the cloud.”

“Thank god,” he says, before he sweeps the desk clear and pulls me onto it and kisses me again. I’m on the edge of the desk and I hitch my skirt up so I can put a leg on either side of him. Every kiss is something feral, and then he nibbles along my jaw and down the side of my neck.

I should stop this. But I can’t help myself. He smells too good, looks even better, and the kisses stoke my fire. My inner self argues, But he’s so annoying. So argumentative. And while that’s true, if he’s kissing me, then he can’t complain about my drawings.

Let’s keep that mouth busy.

I pull him back to my lips, feasting on him. He groans into my mouth and that sound makes me weak because I know what it means. I bite his bottom lip in response before kissing him again. His hands grope from my neck to my shoulders and then down my back just before he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. With my legs open around him, I feel it. Proof that this is more than kissing. He is hard as a rock.

This feels dangerous, and I am not stopping.

Beau’s hands trace along my outer hips, before his thumbs hook my skirt hem and pull it up a little more. My mind races a million miles a minute, while my heart beats even faster. He kisses down my throat as he cups my breasts and a shock of pleasure courses through me. I whimper, too far gone to do anything but enjoy it. He murmurs against the soft skin at my collarbone, “Elsie, I want to taste you.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Beau kisses my cleavage while his hands slip under my skirt. His fingers twist the sides of my panties and drag them down my legs. He tucks the red lace into his pocket before he kneels between my thighs. I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is a mistake. We should stop—"

But he takes my legs over his shoulders and hoists me off the edge of the desk, and before I can say a word, Beau licks me all over. My head tosses back. “Fuck!”

Another growl from him, and he sets about his meal. His tongue sweeps over me in broad strokes and all directions, like he’s hunting for something. But when I grip the edge of the desk and whimper, he knows he found the spot and parks himself right there. My legs flex and grip over his shoulders, and I’m sure my heels are digging into his back, but that only seems to spur him on. He sucks on me there, making me shake for him.

This is so wrong. And so right. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to—he has a hold on me in every possible way. My hips involuntarily jut to meet his mouth, and he buries his face against me in response. I ride his face, and he growls into me. That vibration tips me over the edge, and I come right then, doing everything I can not to scream his name. He keeps at me until I wriggle away.

Beau kisses my inner thigh and wipes his mouth as he stands. His eyes have never been so dark as they are now. His thick shoulders heave with every breath and I have never felt like prey with a man before, but I do now. Gasping, I grab his shirt and pull him to me, tasting myself on his lips. I reach down for his belt buckle and fiddle with that until it falls away. Then comes the trouser button, that has to go. As we kiss, I rip at everything between us until I find skin.

Hot, hard, thick. His cock is heavy in my hand. When I touch him, he takes a stiff breath. The skin is soft there, velvety almost. Loosely, I cup my hand around most of him, but my fingers don’t meet my thumb. I stroke him like that as a tease. He thrusts against my hand, still kissing me as if he would be content with just a hand job.

I would not be.

“Beau?”

“Yes?” he pants.

“I want more.”

“So do I.”

My voice shakes, because I do not know what will happen. But I say it anyway, “Show me what you want.”