13. Henry
13
HENRY
I closed my eyes, savoring the touch of Mia’s mouth against mine. She surprised me, taking the initiative to kiss me, to make a move and seek out my lips.
All too soon, just as the heat seeped through me, this burning, raging desire that I couldn’t stop, she dropped back down onto the balls of her feet and looked up at me.
I saw the indecision. The worry. But also the intense need and barely-contained excitement.
I let a slow smile spread over my lips, and she mirrored me. Bewitched, I watched as she grinned right back up at me. Then she slid her hand up the back of my neck until her fingers slipped through my hair. The moment of hesitation seemed more like a check, a verification that this was really happening. That she’d done the bold thing of kissing me. After the gradually building tension between us, she’d caved. The slow increase of awareness had sparkled between us as we danced, just the two of us out here all alone.
And I intended to surrender to it as well.
She pulled my head down to hers. I tightened my arms around her to hug her closer. Together, we met in the middle with a slower, lazier kiss. It stunned me. It seared me. The feeling of having her in my embrace and her lips on mine felt too good.
Fuck, yes.
I couldn’t get enough of her neediness for me .
Over and over again, she brushed her mouth against mine, demanding another kiss and another. Every one of them made me harder. Each time she gave a little mewl or faint growl of desire, I clutched her closer.
She held my head, keeping me leaning down so we wouldn’t miss a moment of kissing. I gripped her against me so she wouldn’t retreat for good.
It was surreal, making out with this woman I’d feared I’d never have a chance with. As we kissed and held one another, she leaned into my guidance as I walked her back to my car. Once I had her caged against the side, grinding against her, she panted against my mouth and fisted the front of my T-shirt.
We kissed. And kissed.
I never wanted to stop. This charging energy of desire invigorated me. Lust pummeled through me as she parted her lips wider to give me access to really taste her. Her tongue came into play, seeking out mine and exploring. I devoured her, punishing her lips with such a tight seal that I couldn’t imagine stepping back.
I’d kissed women, many women, but none of them had ever connected with me like this. None had ever driven me insane with carnal need like Mia did.
All over each other and unable to break apart, we remained in lip lock. No one would see. Everyone was gone. I had her all to myself, and I had no plans to back up a single inch. Her breasts pushed against my chest, taunting me with the wish that I could see them. Hell, I’d settle for feeling them, but I didn’t want to do so out here, in the middle of a park where anyone could spot us from the street. As I pushed my hips against hers, she widened her stance and kept her legs parted. It gave me the perfect angle to pin her to the metal, locking her in place so we could make out and recoup all the wasted time of our past.
This wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t a fluke moment. We were both all in. I swallowed her groans, and she framed my face to keep it sweet.
Things were undeniably changing between us, and I was all for it.
When she gasped and let her head fall back on the car, I realized she might not be.
“Wait.”
Damn. It. Please don’t stop. I nodded. I would wait for her, though. I felt like I already had, exceeding my patience, but there wasn’t a single thing this woman could ask for that I wouldn’t make happen.
I frowned, almost pouting as the tip of her tongue peeked out. She traced it along her lips, wetting them as she caught her breath, and I wondered if she was doing it to tease me.
“I just…” She smiled, gorgeous and honest. “I just needed a moment to catch my breath.”
Thank God. We had been depriving each other of oxygen like that.
“We—” She swallowed and tried to regain her composure without parting from me. Her hand remained on the back of my neck, keeping me close. “I— Yeah. I need a moment.”
I leaned in to press a kiss to her brow. “A breather makes sense.” Backing up from her was torture, but I endured it. “How about I drive you home?”
She nodded, taking the hand I held out to her. “Yeah. Thanks. That’s… yeah.”
I laughed lightly to myself, amused that merely making out like that could fry a bit of her brain and mental power. She was bewildered to the point of not speaking well. So was I, but I refused to retreat.
We got in my car, and once we were buckled in and I was ready to drive, I glanced at her. I found her staring at me, quizzically and amusedly.
“What are we doing, Henry?” She touched a finger to her lips, almost as though she struggled to understand that we’d actually made out like that, desperate and needy.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you like that.” I tore my gaze from the road to glance at her again. To kiss you like that and much more.
“But lines are getting blurred between us.”
I nodded. “I don’t care. I can’t care. Not when it comes to you.” I was glad to show her how I felt about her, but telling her that I’d wanted her for years would be coming on too strong, too soon.
“What about the rules at work? All those ethics policies and no-dating and such.”
“We’re not on the clock now, are we?” I smiled at her as she blushed again.
“No, we’re not,” she agreed.
Internally, I had to cringe. We were off the clock now, but that hardly mattered. Obviously, the no-fraternization policies were in place so people weren’t getting involved at the office and having quickies all over, but it was a general clause for employees not to hook up at all.
Hell, I was the reason that policy was enacted in the first place. Had Mackenzie taken the breakup better and not caused so much drama and strife, I bet none of those rules would’ve been put in place at all.
We remained quiet on the drive to Mia’s apartment, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. She kept peeking glimpses at me, almost coy and shy, and I struggled to focus on the road. I parked soon enough, and I walked her to her door.
She stalled there, taking her time to unlock it. Each time she glanced at me, I felt tugged closer. I grew needier. Her desire was clear in her eyes, in the short, panted breaths. She couldn’t stop looking at me with that raw hunger, and I knew I wouldn’t be walking away.
We were unsteadily balanced on the edge between right and wrong. It was a fine line, and I so badly wanted to fall with her. Whichever way it ended up being. It felt right to be with her, like we fit, but then I was well aware that it would be frowned upon.
She was my secretary. A friend. But neither of those made sense with the yearning that pulled me toward her.
“Do you want to come in?” She set her teeth on her lower lip as she asked, gazing at me with trusting eyes so bright with lust.
“There’s not a chance in hell I can walk away, Mia.” I stepped in to kiss her, feeling the smile on her lips as I met them with mine. She unlocked the door as she kissed me back, and together, we entered.
I walked her back, leading her inside. With our lips locked, our hands all over each other as we fought to erase any gap between us, we moved as one. I had the foresight to pause long enough to close the door behind me, and she arched up toward me, pushing my back to the wooden panel I'd locked.
“This is insanity,” she whispered against my lips as I scooped her into my arms.
I nodded, kissing her back. “It is. But I can’t get enough of it.”
She grinned as I carried her toward her bedroom. I hadn’t been over here that often, just stopping by or dropping her off. Once, we caught up on paperwork in her teeny kitchen late into the night. It was such a small place that I couldn’t err in which way to go.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she replied as I lowered us to her bed.
Like her apartment, it was small. Yet, it held us. We dropped together, and as we resumed kissing until air was irrelevant, I eased her onto her back as I lay on my side.
She cupped my face as I slanted over her, keeping me where she wanted me. No distance remained between us, but still, it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to relish the heat of her body next to mine. On mine. Around me. Now that we were here , alone and able to finally act on this desire burning so hot for too long, I was desperate to taste every inch of her smooth skin.
“Tell me to stop,” I warned her as I moved my hand from her hip toward the zipper of her short shorts.
She answered by dragging my fingers there faster, shoving them under her waistband. “Don’t you dare,” she said on a ragged exhale.
“Mia…” I lowered over her more, using my leg to encourage her to part hers wider. The more open angle gave me access to unzip her shorts and slide my fingers lower. Damp and sticky. She was wet already, aroused and dripping for me to the degree that her panties clung to her messily.
The moment I stroked my fingers over her slit, she gasped and sucked on my tongue. We hadn’t stopped kissing yet. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I ever could. It’d be hell to refrain from wanting her lips on mine, her tongue dueling with mine.
As I explored further, though, she lost her determination to kiss me back as hard, to be as demanding. I pumped my fingers into her tight, wet heat. She sucked me in, greedy, and I didn’t delay in giving her what she needed.
She lay back, eyes closed and looking like a sex goddess, all mine for the taking, gorgeous and vulnerable, giving herself to me.
I growled as I lowered my mouth to her breast, sucking on her nipple through the thin layers of her shirt and bra.
“Oh, fuck. Henry…” She moaned, keeping her eyes closed as she yanked on her clothes to tug them up. Her shirt and bra remained on, bunched at her neck, but I didn’t waste a second of closing my lips over her nipple and sucking that hard bud.
Between my finger pistoning into her pussy, my thumb rubbing over her clit, and my mouth on her breast, she didn’t last long. She held my head to her chest as she arched her back, thrusting her tits to me. Her legs trembled and shook with the force of coming. But it was her long, low moan of pleasure that really did it for me.
She came, so raw and uninhibited, swearing and saying my name. Breathing hard, she tried to keep up with the onslaught of pleasure that I gave her. Me. Her boss. Her friend. Her… Fuck, now wasn’t the time to even think about how wrong this was, how forbidden any orgasm would be between us.
My dick strained beneath my shorts and boxers, painfully hard. Pre-cum had leaked, sticking to my clothes. While I leaned up, kissing up her jaw as she rode the remaining waves of her climax, I stroked softer caresses over her sensitive pussy, teasing her entrance a little more.
Watching her blissed-out smile would forever be etched in my mind’s eye. Seeing her like this, so happy and contented because of me, would always be one of my prized memories to revisit.
“I—”
My phone rang, cutting her off. She opened her eyes as I winced, looking down at her.
“That’s Laura,” she said, aware of the specific ringtone I had for my neighbor.
“Yeah.” I sighed, wishing we wouldn’t be interrupted. “Stay right here. Just like this.” I kissed her soundly, smacking our lips as I pulled my hand from her shorts that I hadn’t even slowed down to unzip.
She smiled at me as I shifted on my side to get my phone out of my pocket. “I’m not going anywhere.” Lifting her leg, she rubbed her thigh along my erection.
I groaned before answering on speaker. Just because she looked too damn hot, too tempting, I lowered to kiss her as the call rang.
“Henry?” Laura answered. “Oh, thank goodness you picked up.”
Her worried tone immediately set me on edge. Mia heard it too, pushing me up and furrowing her brow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, Jason—” The sound of puking came from the background. “I think he’s got a little bug or something. He was a little sluggish earlier and didn’t eat much at the picnic. He’s got a little temp and is throwing up. The poor kid.”
I sighed, hating that my son was ill. My second thought was a selfish one, wishing this could’ve happened on any other night than this one, where Mia and I were finally going for what we wanted with each other.
“There you go, honey,” Laura cooed to Jason on the other end. “He asked for you. And Mia. That boy sure adores her. I’m comforting him the best I can, but I think he wants his daddy.”
“I want Mia.” Jason’s quiet voice came from the background.
She pushed at me gently, urging me to get up so she could rise too. “Let’s go,” she mouthed, ready to help.
I stood, adjusting my erection beneath my pants so it wouldn’t be too painful, and watched as Mia fixed her clothes too.
“We’ll be right there.” It killed me to have this night interrupted, but I didn’t even have to ask. She’d never fail to give my son her attention and help. Mia loved Jason, and realized that instead of feeling short-changed or deprived of sleeping with her, I could appreciate how much of a blessing she was in my life. She had feelings for me, and she also cared about my son, too.
I ended the call with Laura and looked at Mia.
“Ready?” she asked.
I nodded, but I mentally groaned at how greedy I felt to want her attention on me .