MERRITT #3
“I was thinking though…” I murmur against his mouth, my lips barely brushing against his, “You never said exactly what those rules are. You just said you were celibate.” I bring my mouth to his jaw, pressing a kiss along the edge, then another one right below it, trailing a path downward.
The next along his corded neck, swiping my tongue in a lingering caress that has his fingers creating indentations along my hips when his hands tighten.
“Not what that includes or…” I trail a path down to the curve of his neck where it meets his shoulder and drag my teeth along his heated skin.
A tortured noise vibrates out of him, a mixture of a whimper and a guttural groan, and it makes my pussy clench. “Doesn’t include.”
Lifting my head, I pull back so I can look at him. “So tell me, Bennett, what exactly is the rule?”
I watch a swallow slide down his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his nostrils flaring like he’s trying to hold on to his restraint.
“No sex.” He’s breathless, clearly hanging by a thread just the way I am. Biting back a grin, I drag my teeth over my bottom lip, and he tracks the movement, his pale eyes flaring with heat.
When I straighten, flattening my palms against his chest, my hips rock, and the motion causes me to brush against his dick, and we both suck in a sharp breath.
My God, I feel like I could catch fire at any second.
Burst into a fiery inferno.
I hum. “Okay. That’s it… No sex?” My fingers glide down his chest, and he groans, shaking his head back and forth.
“Yes. No. I mean, fuck, I don’t know, Merritt.
Kissing is okay… Fuck, I don’t-t know-w.
” He stumbles over the words when my fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, and I gently drag my nails along the muscles of his abs.
They twitch and flex tighter as another almost pained grunt rumbles out of him.
Everything on his body is sharp and defined, and my mouth waters at the prospect of maybe one day getting to trace those muscles with my tongue.
I’ve clearly lost it, past the point of no return, and I honestly don’t even care anymore.
I want Bennett Legros, and I don’t care if it makes me stupid. I don’t care if I’m making the same mistake twice.
It’s fine. It’s purely physical. Physical chemistry that has me in a chokehold and gasping for air.
“You know…” I whisper as I lean forward and bring my mouth to his ear.
“There’s always an exception to every rule.
A loophole. Contracts are just words with hidden agendas, and a good lawyer knows exactly where to find them.
” I nip at his earlobe and slip my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.
When I straighten to look at him, he’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes are crazed, almost wild, as he stares back at me.
“So, technically, it’s not breaking the rules if I’m touching you, is it, then?”
Bennett blinks, nodding eagerly.
I slide out of his lap, and the desk chair inches back as I stand between his spread legs.
“Do you think you can be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself, Bennett?”
His throat bobs, and he nods. “Fuck yeah, I can. I will be the best fucking boy for you, baby.”
I smirk at his enthusiasm, barely containing a giggle that threatens to spill past my lips. If I weren’t trying to control the thrashing of my heart at the word baby, I might have.
I’ve never been the kind of girl who’s been into things like pet names, but for some reason hearing it out of Bennett’s mouth feels different.
“Good.” I bend down, placing my palms along the tops of his thick, powerful thighs until I’m a breath away from his lips. “Because if you’re not, then I stop. Got it?”
He nods.
I straighten, keeping my gaze trained on his as I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of my skirt and slowly start to drag it down my hips.
I take my time inching the fabric lower and lower, relishing the heated weight of Bennett’s gaze. His pupils are blown, and his eyes are heavy-lidded as he drinks me in.
I’ve never felt as powerful and as sexy as I do when the black fabric pools at my feet and his mouth falls open wide, his eyes dropping to the thin midnight-blue lace that barely covers my pussy.
A rough, hoarse groan vibrates out of him as he curls his hand into a fist and brings it to his mouth, vehemently shaking his head. “Yeah… no. Can’t do it. Can’t fucking do it, Merritt. I’m weak. Fuck, I’m so fucking weak.”
I bite down on the corner of my lip and lift a brow as I slip my fingers into the band of my panties, dragging them down just an inch. “Are you… sure?”
His throat moves with a swallow, and he groans, his head dropping back on his shoulders as he stares up at the ceiling. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
When he lifts his head to look back at me, his gaze catching mine, it burns through me, warming my insides and making my skin feel like it’s buzzing with an electric current beneath the surface.
I can feel how much he wants me, how hungry he is for me just by the way his eyes roam over every inch of me, and it has my pulse racing, my heart hammering wildly in my chest.
With a slow, unhurried pace, I drag the panties down my hips and let them fall to my feet, never taking my eyes off Bennett. “Because if you’re not sure, then I can stop.”
He makes a choked noise and shakes his head. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I smirk as I step out of the lace and bend to pick them up.
“I guess…” Trailing off, I step back between his legs and let the panties dangle on the tip of my finger. “I’ll just have to help, then.”