Chapter 12
NATHAN
If she thinks for one minute I’m letting her get away with any of her sass, she’s sadly mistaken.
Covertly, I keep a watchful eye on her and as soon as Arianna is out of sight, I excuse myself and follow the spirited siren I seem to be completely obsessed with through the bar.
Pushing open the bathroom door, I enter, and I’m pleased to find the stalls are empty except for the one Arianna occupies. Satisfied, I quietly walk back to the main door and turn the latch to lock it to stop anyone interrupting us.
I pull a smile at the way she hums to herself contently, enjoying her sweet-sounding tune as she does her business before flushing the toilet.
Resting my ass on the vanity unit, I cross my arms and legs and don’t have to wait too long for her to unlock the door to exit the stall, my skin prickling with anticipation.
The door slightly ajar, her eyes blow wide as soon as she spots me, followed by a wide wicked smile that brings an end to her melodic humming. She fucking knows she’s been teasing me all day. More than usual.
Her reaction is quicker than a bolt of lightning as she pretends to close the door to seal herself back inside the safety of the stall. But I know she’s playing with me, like cat and fucking mouse.
I take two large strides and I’m right there pushing the door open to prevent her relocking it, which she won’t. I know she wants this, me chasing after her.
She quickly scampers backward, wedging herself into the back corner as if she’s a caged animal, mischief dancing all over her face. When I’m inside the stall, I awkwardly close the door in the tight space, lay my back against it then secure the lock behind my back.
“What are you doing?” she whispers. The little gulp noise she makes doesn’t go unnoticed, her eyes almost falling out of their sockets when she realizes we are sealed in and it’s just the two of us, something she’s been avoiding for weeks, because I get the impression she doesn’t trust herself around me.
Hell, I don’t trust myself. I’m desperate to touch her again.
“Teaching you a lesson in manners, Ms. Donovan.” I step forward, rubbing my hands together.
“What?” she asks, sounding confused, lines wrinkling her forehead before she sucks in a breath as if she understands what I mean. She holds her pointer finger up in the air. “Now, wait, just one?—”
I don’t give her an opportunity to finish her sentence, because faster than a blink of an eye, I’m throwing myself at her. I can’t seem to stay away and I’ve sprung forward, looped my arm around her waist, and I’m crashing my lips to hers.
Surprised at first, she lets out a squeak, then slowly as I push the seam of her mouth open with my tongue, she sighs, sounding blissed out, and gives in to our kiss, dropping her purse to the floor with a thud .
It’s a kiss unlike any other we’ve shared yet, because this time, I know her, I know what turns her on, what she likes, what makes her go all dopey eyed and what makes her scream my name. I know every inch of her and I’ve committed every one of her curves to memory for safekeeping.
There isn’t an ounce of rational thought in my brain that tells me to stop as she grabs my tie and pulls me closer, letting me know she wants this too.
I shouldn’t be kissing the woman I had a one-night stand with, but I don’t care.
I shouldn’t be kissing the woman I had a one-night stand with and then who scolded me in my own office today, but I don’t care.
I shouldn’t be kissing the vixen who has teased me all day in her little black dress, but I don’t care.
I shouldn’t be kissing my secretary, but I don’t care.
And I sure as hell shouldn’t be kissing my employee, but I really couldn’t give a fuck, because none of that seems to matter anymore.
I want her.
So fucking bad.
Which is ridiculous.
I don’t know her, and yet I do.
Every contour, sigh, freckle, and scar.
Specifically, the ten-inch jagged-looking silvery-colored scar that runs down the length of her right shoulder blade.
When I fucked her from behind the night she stayed over at my apartment and ran my finger down it, she refused to tell me what caused the slightly raised scar with the small dots along either side of it, indicating sutures had been placed there.
Yelling at me, she told me not to touch it again, which I didn’t.
Whatever caused her scar, it looked like it was a deep cut with a lot of history that most likely required surgery. It’s been screwing with my head since then and I wish she trusted me enough to tell me what happened to her.
Invading her mouth with my tongue, hers twists around mine as we lick and taste each other like starved animals.
She tastes sweet and bitter, the bourbon from her cocktail both spicy and smooth; the exact flavor of what I imagine temptation and regret tastes like.
And she tastes like consequences, really fucking bad ones.
Not that I make many bad decisions, if ever, but when it comes to her, I can’t stop myself from wanting her and I don’t care what the repercussions are.
We explore each other’s mouths, and it feels so good to have her in my arms again.
Right.
And also mischievous and sinful.
Perfect.
If someone told me that I had to kiss her for the rest of my life to end all suffering in the world, I’d do it, because even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough. And nothing has ever felt so good.
We’re sealed to each other, and I move my hands to her ass and give it a squeeze, rubbing my hips against her soft body, making my aching cock leak with precum.
She threads her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck and scrapes her nails over my scalp, causing me to shiver.
“I love the way you touch me,” I confess. “I shouldn’t want you.” Kissing someone has never felt so good.
“I shouldn’t want you either,” she mumbles breathlessly between our desperate kisses.
“But I do.”
“Same.”
“I should fire you.” Couldn’t if I tried.
“You should.”
“But I won’t.” Can’t. I don’t want to.
I grab her hair and tilt her head back so I can kiss her neck in the delicious spot behind her ear that makes her call my name. Every. Single. Time.
“Nathan.” My name falls out of her pretty lips exactly like I had hoped, and I love the way she moans as if I’m her new life anthem that stirs up only the best memories.
But what I really want is to hear her chanting my name in reverence, begging me to fuck her hard as more precum leaks from the tip of my cock in appreciation of her sweet-sounding voice.
With my hands still gripping her hair, I pull her mouth back to mine and hold her tight against me, the height difference between us more obvious than ever.
“Turn around,” I order, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth before giving it a gentle bite.
Fucking hell, I want to devour her.
Surprising me, without question, Arianna does as she’s told and quickly turns around.
She lays her palms flat on the wall and presses herself against it, and I smile at how compliant she is when I have her like this, wanting me.
I run my hands up her outer thighs then push her dress up, bunching it around her waist, her breathing growing louder with anticipation and my heart thumps in time with each of her breaths, proving I’m feeling the same way.
“I think I should teach you a lesson in manners, don’t you agree?” I ask, unable to keep the desperation and longing out of my tone. It’s impossible. I am desperate, and all I want is to experience again the connection we shared the first night we spent together, in every way.
I chuckle to myself when her body says one thing, a yes, as she wiggles her tempting ass against my hard length, while her head shakes a no as if in conflict, and she replies, “No,” like I knew she would, but the slight crack in her voice tells me she’s nervous and gives her away.
“No?” I rub my concealed cock against her ass so she can feel just how hard I am for her and what she does to me.
“That’s the wrong fucking answer, baby.” I force my fingers into her silk pantyhose and tear a hole from the waist all the way down her thighs, exposing her naked ass, causing her to let out a little yelp.
“What the hell are you doing?” She tries to turn around, but I cage her in with my body, which is so much bigger than hers, and rip the nylon some more.
The high-pitched sound of the fabric breaking apart makes me want to tear every shred of clothing from her delectable body.
“Don’t even think about moving.” I hold her in place. “You, Ms. Donovan, appear to need a little reminder about who is in charge here.”
“No, I don’t.”
Her brattish reply has me removing my hips from hers.
Looking down, I groan at the sliver of black lace that’s nestled between her ass cheeks, jealous that it’s not my face between them instead.
Smoothing my hand over the soft naked skin of her ass cheek, I ask again, “You don’t think you need a lesson, Arianna?”
“No.” Her infuriating one-word answer has me slapping her ass much harder than I wanted but I can tell she likes it when she bows her back and moans the exact same way she did when I stuffed her pussy full of my cock.
“So, you didn’t say I was old?”
“No.” She lies intentionally, and I know she is loving every scorching hot minute of this, so I slap her ass again, this time rubbing the area to ease the sting. “I didn’t say you were old.” Panting, she struggles to get her words out.
I move my mouth to the shell of her ear. “What did you say then, Ms. Donovan?” I nibble her earlobe between my teeth, and she tilts her neck to the side, inviting me to give her more of what she wants.
Moaning loudly, she cries out when I bite her neck and suck it hard enough to leave a mark, before licking her vanilla-scented skin.
“I said… God, that’s so good.” She pushes into me, tempting me some more before she finishes what she started saying. “I wasn’t into older men.”