Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
M illie gasped in shock, which quickly turned into a moan as Ace thrust his tongue against hers. A burst of euphoria exploded inside her at his taste. Who knew the grumpy man could kiss like a god? She lifted on her toes, winding her arms around his neck to pull him down so she could better fit her body against his. Sometimes being short was a problem. Like when she wanted to line up the good bits with a person who was nearly a foot taller than her.
Seeming to understand what she needed, Ace tightened the grip he had on her waist and lifted. The cool, hard feel of the desk chilled her backside as he placed her down. A small squeak of surprise escaped her as something sharp and pointy poked her butt.
“What’s wrong?” Ace asked as he pulled back.
She lamented the loss of his lips. “Nothing, I’m fine.”
“Millie.”
She waved away his protest, glancing down at the desk as she lifted her butt to look. “Seriously, I’m fine. I think I just sat on something.”
“Hold on,” Ace grabbed her waist again, lifting her with an ease she found intoxicating. He placed her on the floor before swiping his arm out across his desk.
Papers, notepads, pens—probably what poked her ass—flew to the floor in a glorious display.
“Holy shit. I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ace turned to her with a hungry look in his eyes. He cupped her face in his hands. “No. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She couldn’t hold back her smile. “Nice line.”
“It’s not a line, Millie. You’re beautiful.”
Her heart did a little flutter. She pushed the feeling away. This was about sex. Hot, sweaty, very ill-advised sex. Not mushy feelings.
“Does that mean you like my blue hair then?” she said.
The corner of his mouth ticked up in a small grin. “It’s growing on me.”
“I’ve got more dye at home if you wanna give it a go,” she teased. “I think you could rock the blue hair look.”
He recoiled in horror. “Absolutely not. It works on you. I’d look like Papa Smurf.”
“Smurfs have blue skin, not blue hair.”
He shook his head. “Why are we talking about Smurfs?”
She had no idea. She came in here to yell at him for being rude to his siblings and then he’d kissed her, and she lost the thread of everything. She opened her mouth to answer but saw a spark of something light in his eyes. A recognition of the line they just crossed. She watched as the wheels turned in Ace’s head. Saw him acknowledge what he did, and the regret start to creep in.
Oh hell no!
He started this and they were not stopping until they finished. They’d been dancing around this sexual tension for too long.
Reaching out she placed her palm against the erection straining his jeans and squeezed, with a firm but gentle pressure. Ace closed his eyes, head tipping back as a groan of pleasure left him.
“Fuuuuuck, Millie.”
“Yes please.”
His eyes snapped open, head tilting down, forehead touching hers as he whispered, “you sure?”
“Yes. I want you, Ace.”
Then his mouth was on hers again, claiming, taking, giving. It was glorious.
His hands slipped down her body, pausing to stroke over her breasts. Even through her T-shirt and bra she swore she could feel the warm roughness of his palms. Then suddenly she was airborne again as Ace lifted her and placed her on the now empty desk. He gently laid her back on the hard wood and rose above her. The air left her lungs as she stared up at his handsome face. Never had anyone looked at her like Ace. Raw, hungry desire burned from his beautiful blue eyes. So fierce and intense she feared she might never take another breath again.
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What the fuck was he doing?
Hell if he knew. All he knew was he’d been at the end of his rope. Confused and frustrated with all the changes happening in his life lately. The careful control he’d always clung to so tightly had been slowly slipping from his grasp. He’d been trying so hard to maintain, to stay focused. But it was impossible. Not when a certain blue haired temptress kept pushing his buttons.
Now here they were. All alone with nothing but the darkness of night and one very bad decision in front of them. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. Not when she admitted she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
Scratch that.
No one could want anyone as much as he wanted Millie.
Ignoring the annoying voice in his head that told him he’d regret this in the morning, he gripped the edge of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.
“Damn,” he swore as he saw what he revealed.
Millie was slim and toned. No doubt to all that circus stuff she did. But so damn beautiful he couldn’t breathe.
“As much as I love leaving a man speechless, I’m going to need you to take care of the rest of these clothes if you want to have any fun.”
He grinned at her cheeky comment. Normally her sass annoyed him, but right now he found it hot as hell.
Moving his palm around her back he found her bra clasp. A simple flick of his thumb and fingers and the garment loosened, falling from her shoulder to reveal a magnificent pair of breasts he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on.
“Wow.” Millie blinked. “That was impressive. Were you one of those teenage boys who practiced unhooking bras on a pillow?”
He glanced up at her. “No more talking.”
“But I—oh! Yup, got it.”
Her words died as he dipped his head and captured one perfect pink nipple between his lips. One hand lifted to cup her other breasts, his thumb slowly stroking over the stiff swollen peak of her nipple. He used his free hand to grasp her hip, sliding his fingers down, down, and slipping them inside her leggings and underwear until his fingers rested against the center of her, slick and warm.
Yes!
He drew gentle circles, rubbing, teasing, relishing every sweet moan and aching plea escaping her lips. Her grip in his hair became tighter. As he moved his lips to worship the other breast, he plunged two fingers inside. Millie cried out, arching her hips, taking him deeper. He used his thumb to rub her clit. Timing his ministrations by her reactions. Within seconds he felt her body pull tight as she cried out with release.
“Ace.”
He pulled away from her breast with a smug grin. “Ready for more?”
“Absolutely.”
She tilted her head, glancing at him with a satisfied expression as he kissed his way down her chest, stomach, across her hips and to her upper thigh. He quickly stripped off her remaining clothing.
“This seems a little one sided.”
He paused. “One sided?”
“I feel a little selfish getting all this attention when you’re still fully clothed.”
“Believe me, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I want this. I think I’m the selfish one here.”
Placing her hands behind her head on the desk, she gave a seductive shrug. “Then be my guest.”
Grinning, he moved to the floor, going down on his knees and grasping her under her thighs, tugging until she was at the very edge of the desk. He placed her legs over her shoulders and stared at heaven itself. Now that he had her permission, he didn’t stop himself from leaning forward and reveling in the ecstasy that was Millie.
She cried out as his tongue rasped against her, begging and pleading for him to continue. He planned to give her everything she wanted tonight and more. Never had he enjoyed pleasing a woman so much. He liked to satisfy his partners. Sex wasn’t fun unless everyone was having a good time. But there was something about Millie. About pleasuring her, that made him feel like a god.
After her second climax of the night Ace was ready to go for round three. Honestly, he would touch her all night if she kept making those glorious sounds. They soothed something deep within him. A sensation he loved and feared all at the same time.
But Millie had other ideas.
She sat up, grasping the back of his t-shirt and tugged, trying to rip the thing off his body. Her touch alone was enough to have him tensing with need. Standing he ripped the shirt off over his head, attacking his pants next, shucking them off along with his boxers.
Millie’s gray eyes widened. Soft pink tongue coming out to swipe along her bottom lips as she stared very hard at a very hard part of his anatomy. When her hand reached out to touch, he gently grasped her wrist.
“Better not, sweetheart.”
She glanced up, an adorable little pout on her face. “Why not?”
“If you touch me right now, I’m liable to explode and I want to do that with you.”
Her eyes went hazy. “I want that too.”
He started to move forward but paused when a thought popped into his head.
“What?” she asked at his hesitation.
“Condom,” he growled, kicking himself mentally for almost forgetting the protection.
“I have some in my purse, but it’s out in the bar—”
“I got us,” he said, moving over to the cabinet against the far wall. He opened it and grabbed a condom from the top shelf where they kept them.
“Is that where the free condoms in the bathrooms come from?” She chuckled. “I was wondering why there was a little basket of them in the women’s bathroom.”
“Men’s too,” Ace said, ripping the package open and coming back over to the desk. “Drinking can lead to impulsive decisions, and we like to provide as much safety as we can for our customers.”
He started to sheath himself, when Millie placed her hand over his, stopping him.
“Let me.”
How could he say no to an offer like that?
He handed the condom over. As she slowly slipped the rubber over his throbbing cock, he recited times tables in his head so he wouldn’t lose it. Just a touch from this woman tested every single ounce of his control.
Once they were protected, he grasped her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the desk as he positioned himself at her entrance. He might wake up tomorrow and realize what a horrible idea this all was, but right now all he could think of was Millie and how beautiful she looked right now in his bed.
“Now, Ace. Please.”
She had no idea if he had enough air in his body to speak, he’d be the one pleading. But all his air was currently being used to breathe in the amazing woman in front of him. He pushed inside in one hard thrust. They cried out together. Pausing at the pure perfection of finally being joined. After a moment she tilted her hips, pulling him in deeper. His patience snapped. He pulled back, pushing into her once more, creating a rhythm she quickly picked up. It was fast and hard and so fucking good he nearly lost all sense of reality.
Sooner than he would have liked, he felt his body tighten, but he’d be damned if he went alone. Reaching between their bodies he rubbed with the gentle pressure he’d discovered drove her wild. She cried out, tightening around him, tipping him over the edge into his own release. His mouth slammed down on hers as they swallowed each other’s cries.