Tess #3
He bucked his hard length against me in response. “Do that again. Make that noise again. It undoes me.”
He lowered his hand from my face, and his next nip at my ear was accompanied by a tweak of my nipple. This time I moaned.
“That’s good too. I want all your sounds.” He palmed my breast as his mouth once again found mine, and I lost my breath in an attempt to consume him.
“More,” I heard myself say, despite the screaming in my brain telling me to stop and think. A thought of reason slipped through my lust-filled daze. I broke off abruptly. “You’re purposefully trying to drag this out.”
“It’s called extended foreplay. The anticipation does wonders for the fucking.”
Oh, God. Yes. Foreplay. Fucking. All of that.
Wait, wait, wait. “I meant the presentations. I could tell you which charity to choose, but you’re trying to drag it out.”
He bent down to press kisses along my décolletage. “Ah. Yeah. Sounds like something I’d do.”
“Why?” I wasn’t sure anymore if I was talking to him or if I was pleading to God.
Apparently it came across as conversation. Scott pulled back and looked at me pointedly. “Why do you think?”
Because he liked me. Like I liked him. And since he was a spoiled white man with lots of money and privilege, he didn’t have to behave like a normal person who would wait until the business was done and then ask me out on a date or a booty call, if that’s all he was really interested in.
No, he was the kind of guy who could take what he wanted when he wanted without having to worry about any consequences.
Most of us weren’t that lucky.
“Scott…” My eyes fluttered to his lips, but I forced them back to meet his gaze. “You can’t do this. You can’t hold your power over me like this. It’s not fair when you’re you, and I’m me.”
He stared at me, the war evident inside him. I wonder if he knew how close he was to winning the battle. Once his mouth found mine again, I was certain there’d be no going back.
With a sigh that sounded more like a growl, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t understand how I’m the one in power in this situation, Tessa. Because it feels like I’m out of control. It feels like you have all the power over me.”
I was putty with a statement like that.
But even dazzled as I was, I recognized he was wrong. “Your feelings are not an accurate measure of reality.”
“I’m not sure you have the perspective to determine that.” He stood there, his forehead against mine, his hand cupping my neck as we both breathed the same air in and out. In and out. A tilt of my chin, and our lips would meet. I was about to do it. I was weak.
He, on the other hand, was strong. With what seemed like mammoth effort, he separated his body from mine. He took a step back.
Instantly, I missed him. One hand wrapped automatically around myself, the other flew up to cover my mouth, as if to protect it from assault. In actuality, I wanted to touch where he’d been, wanted to hold onto the swollen, used way they felt.
With the space he’d created between us, it was easier to pit rational thought against my feelings of desire. “You can’t drag this out,” I said, surprising myself with the force of the words. “And you can’t kiss me again like this. You can’t kiss me again at all.”
It broke me to say it. Secretly, I hoped he’d think I didn’t mean it. Or that he wouldn’t care.
But he was a gentlemanly player. He took another step back. “You’re right. I couldn’t get through another of those lunches without you knowing where I stand. Next move has to be yours.”
And then the charming, seductive man that had been all over me just a moment before disappeared, and the man in charge returned.
He straightened his tie and wiped my lipstick from his mouth as he crossed to his desk, where he sat down and picked up the receiver of the desk phone.
It wasn’t until after he’d asked his assistant to get his father on the line that he seemed to notice I was still there.
He shot me a bothered look, and I braced myself for another of his callous remarks. “Tessa, if you stay there one second longer, I don’t care if my father’s on the other end of this phone, I will have no choice but to go over there and make that pretty pussy mine.”
I picked up my briefcase and scurried out.
Back in the hall, I had to stifle a giggle. I took a deep breath, but my knees still felt weak. And my lips couldn’t seem to stop wanting to smile.
One glare from his assistant, and I pulled myself together. I could not find pleasure in what just happened. This was my chance to prove myself; I would not lose the opportunity because Scott Sebastian knew how to use his tongue.
I felt more sure as I walked down the hall, my head held high. This was fine. All of it was fine. It might have seemed like a setback, but the ball was in my court. I could resist him just fine.
I almost believed it.
But then I found Brett waiting for me near Eden’s desk in the front lobby, and he asked, “How much trouble are you in?” and I knew I wasn’t fooling anyone.
“A lot,” I answered truthfully.
A whole, whole lot.