“Professionals don’t make fun. We’re very serious here.”
She giggled. “I work for you now. Officially.”
“Yes, it’s all official, Chloe. So, you probably shouldn’t think about what it would be like to put me in your mouth right here in this car.”
She froze. “Excuse me?”
“What?” he said, looking innocent. “I only was making it clear that you shouldn’t be fantasizing about having my cock in your mouth, now that I’m your boss.”
“I wasn’t fantasizing,” she said.
He stared at her. “Now you’re lying.”
“You think very highly of yourself.”
“And you must think I’m an idiot,” Brody replied. “Because I can see it in your eyes, Chloe. The eyes never lie.”
She brushed her hair away from her face and turned to look out the window, trying to escape his penetrating gaze and his words that seemed designed to tangle her up and trap her until she was hopelessly vulnerable.
She hadn’t been fantasizing about that act, but now that Brody had said it, she found the images cascading through her mind as she sat there.
It was like a potion working on her, and now that he’d given her the idea, Chloe didn’t seem to be able to get it out of her head.
She’d already done it once, and she had enjoyed it quite a bit. Tasting him, feeling him wanting her, his hardness as she stroked her tongue up and down his length…
“Lost in thought?” Brody said, breaking into her daydream and startling her.
She twitched guiltily. “Stop it,” she said, turning to look at him.
“Do you really want me to?” he said, a new intensity in his voice.
She hesitated. Licked her lips. “No.” She hardly even breathed the word.
“I didn’t think so,” he said, and then he was pulling her towards him and his lips were burning hot, pressing against hers.
She felt her body instantly melting into his.
Oh, God. This is so right and so wrong and I don’t care anymore.
Just a couple of hours ago, she’d been certain that Brody was gone from her life forever. She hadn’t imagined that a short time later, she’d be in a car with him, driving to the airport to fly to Los Angeles as his fulltime employee.
And she certainly hadn’t believed that his hands would be roaming down her torso to rest on her hips, while his gorgeous eyes were just inches from hers. He was so hard, his body tight. He seemed to defy the natural laws of science and common sense.
No man could possibly be this fit, with no body fat and pure muscle.
He might just be the best looking man on the entire planet, and he’s with me.
Me.
Chloe could hardly catch her breath. How could this be happening—again?
His tongue was minty, his lips insistent. A low groan of want and need came from her throat as her tongue finally met his and then she was meeting his kiss with full force.
He reached up and grabbed her hair with one hand as his other grasped her hip even more tightly.
Her head was jerked back and away from him.
“Are you still thinking about it?” he said in a husky voice.
“I…I don’t…”
“Me. In your mouth. Fucking that perfect mouth of yours until I explode,” he told her.
Instantly, she was thinking about it in vivid detail, and she knew the real thing was only moments away. Between her legs, she was suddenly flooded with moisture as her excitement spiked.
“I’ll do whatever…whatever you want,” she said, and he gave her hair another slow tug, before his lips brushed against her cheek and then down to kiss and lick her neck.
His mouth and breath were hot against her skin.
His one hand gripped her hair while the other slid up from her hip, beneath her shirt and then grasped her full breast.
Chloe gasped.
“You like that,” he told her. “My hands wherever I want them, taking what I want when I want it.”
She nodded. “I need it.”
“My cock.”
She nodded once more. “In my mouth,” she whined.
He sat back and pulled his pants down to reveal his full, throbbing member
Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko