Bringing Home the Bad Boy (Second Chance #1)(63)

Charlie’s finger brushed the corner of his mouth. “See? It makes you smile.”

“It does.” He moved his palms to her shoulders and began to knead. “You done?”

Where she’d begun to relax against him, now she stiffened and blew out a breath. “No. I have to retouch five more photos, e-mail Tami, and order matte boards since I’m out of stock.”

“Custom framing, too, Ace?”

She shrugged. “Not really. But when I have one I like, I like to matte it for the buyer. A little something extra.”

“That’s sweet.”

She ducked her head and watched him over her shoulder. He took the opportunity to kiss her jaw, then move his lips down and nuzzle her neck. She squirmed.

Another good sign.

“Keep doing what you do,” he told her. “I’ll be here, making sure you don’t pull your spine out of alignment.”

A soft chuckle emitted from her throat. Too bad he wasn’t kidding. He reached for the zipper at her neck and lowered it while she wiggled her ass on his lap. When he had unzipped to her waist, he slipped a hand inside and cupped her breast over her bra.

“Like I’m not even here,” he said against her neck, thrilled to hear her laughter ebb into a soft “mmm” sound.

He thumbed her nipple and she wiggled again.

“Ev.”

Rae’s nickname should sound wrong coming from her, but it didn’t. It sounded scary-right. So right, he was getting hard.

He licked the sensitive skin behind her ear again. “Yeah, baby.”

“I can’t”—her hand covered his tweaking fingers on her breast through the material of her dress—“I can’t concentrate on the Johnsons with you doing that.”

“Doing what?” He pinched her nipple, then let up.

She gasped, her head falling back. “That.”

“Seems fair,” he said. “I can’t concentrate on anything but my johnson while I’m doing this.”

Clucking her tongue, she breathed, “Crude.”

“What else am I supposed to call it?”

“Um… I don’t know.”

“Bet you do.” He continued kissing her neck, slipping his other hand into her dress and massaging her other breast as well. She tilted her head to give him more access. He took it, exploring the length of her neck with his tongue.

“You prefer cock?” he whispered when he got to her ear.

“Every chance I get,” came her sultry reply, followed by laughter letting him know dirty talk wasn’t something his sweet girl was normally into.

He nipped her neck. “Know what I like?”

Her breaths shortened as he took one hand from the inside of her dress, spread her legs, and slid his fingers along the inside of her right thigh.

Licking her ear, he whispered in his quietest voice, “Your sweet *.”

Her head snapped up. “Evan!” But the scolding came in the form of a hot, expelled breath. Yeah. She liked that, too.

“Would you prefer…” He glanced around as if he was thinking. “Love mitten?”

“Love mitten?” That sultry laugh again. He loved that laugh.

He brushed his fingers over her panties. Her laugh died.

“I prefer you didn’t talk about it lewdly.”

“I wasn’t being lewd.” He breeched the barrier of the cotton underwear and stroked her folds, only to feel her wet and warm against his fingers. She turned her face and kissed him.

“That’s a term of endearment,” he muttered against her lips.

Her mouth dropped open, her breath rolling over his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Ace. I have more. Want to hear them?”

She shook her head. With absolutely zero conviction.

He continued touching her, leaned into her ear and whispered a litany of descriptions for the part of her he was currently worshipping, pleased when she squirmed against his hand and turned halfway in her seat to hold his head to her ear. She came shortly after, spasming around his fingers, her cries wrapping around him, filling his ears.

Not wanting to waste any time, he pushed her to standing. She bent over the desk, giving him a helluva view.

“Ev,” came her impatient mewl.

“Gimme a sec, Ace.” He wrestled off his jeans while admiring her nude bottom and the glorious part of her he’d complimented seconds ago. Every inch of her—fantastically gorgeous. Condom in place, he sat, grabbed her hips and backed her onto his lap, pulling her down on his length. She accepted him, sinking slowly, impaling herself with a long, low moan. He grunted, a shake working its way across the width of his back, down both legs. He dropped his forehead onto her back.

“Your cock feels good,” she said, moving up and down on his shaft.

“Now? You tease me now?” His speech was broken, his mind erased.

She sank down twice as slow while he metered his breathing. “So, so good,” she said in a seductive purr.

His hands tightened on her perfect ass. “Hang on, Ace.”

She looked at him over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes half-mast. “I can’t reach your hair from here.”

He lifted his hips, thrusting deep, and watched her profile as her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open. “Better hold on to something.”