Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)(20)

He blinked again. “You did?”

“Of course I did. You’re my guys. I look out for both of you.” Before he could fully digest what she’d said, she continued, her rage against him clearly building. “She’s a freaking exemplary employee over there and a model citizen. They wouldn’t have hired her if she wasn’t. So what’s wrong with her? And why do you always tell your brother that a certain type of woman isn’t right for him? Do you mean women who aren’t escorts? Because that’s pretty shitty, Abram! He deserves more than an escort.”

His gaze narrowed. “You know about that?”

She rolled her eyes again, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Of course I know. I did my own research on both of you before I even applied here for a job. I’m not an idiot.” She poked him in the chest with a fingertip. “And I like him. He’s such a sweet man. Do you just not want your brother to be happy? Because I simply can’t believe you’d be that mean.”

He wrapped his hand around the finger she’d shoved in his chest and invaded her personal space. The urge to kiss her, to touch her, was overwhelming. The woman was an addiction and he’d never even tasted her. He backed her up until she was against the door. All he wanted to do was take her right up against it, to shove her skirt up and sink deep inside her. “Of course I want him to be happy. I just worry he’ll get his heart broken. He’s… It doesn’t f*cking matter. He’s my brother. I get to worry about him! And it’s none of your business.” And he could not make himself let go of her hand.

“Fine. If it’s not my business, then this conversation is over!”

“It’s not over!” It could never be over with her. He was pretty sure she literally just meant the conversation, but something about her tone made him panic, as if she meant they were over. Even if there was no ‘they.’

She gave a half push against his chest. “It is over. And I’m not coming into work tomorrow. I’m taking a day off because if I have—”

Hell no. He wasn’t letting her leave, wasn’t letting her not come in tomorrow. Seeing her was the best part of his day. Even arguing with her was better than anything else. Feeling absolutely possessed, he crushed his mouth over hers. To his utter f*cking surprise she leaned into him immediately, moaning into his mouth as her fingers dug into his shoulders. He plunged a hand into her short hair, cupping the back of her head in a tight grip. He’d wanted to taste her for so long and now he didn’t want to let Lucy go.

Ever.

This woman owned him, had from practically the moment they’d hired her. It didn’t matter that this was wrong on multiple levels. He couldn’t get enough of her and now that he knew she wanted him back…

No, no, no. She should be shoving him back, telling him that he was an * and that she was going to file a sexual harassment charge against him. That was what she should do, he told himself. She was too good for him, far too sweet.

And his assistant. They shouldn’t be doing this.

But when she moaned again and kissed him harder, completely melting against him, he lost his mind. How many times had he fantasized about doing this, about doing so much more than this?

Blindly reaching out, he locked his office door with his free hand and pulled back to look down at her, still cupping the back of her head.

Her dark hair was tousled and her lips slightly swollen, her dark eyes dilated with desire. When she touched her tongue to her bottom lip, tasting him on her own mouth, he didn’t fight the groan that escaped. He could imagine her tongue stroking him everywhere, wished she had her mouth wrapped around his cock right now.

They both stared at each other, breathing hard, and even though he knew this was a mistake, he couldn’t seem to make himself stop.

And not touching her wasn’t an option. This woman pushed him to the very edge of his control. He wanted to protect her in a way he’d never imagined. He wanted to give her anything she wanted, to give her so much pleasure she never walked away from him.

Slowly, he went down onto his knees in front of her. He was going to taste all of her, feel her wetness on his tongue. He’d fantasized too many times what she’d taste like, how she’d sound as he gave her pleasure. She watched him, wide-eyed, her breathing growing more erratic.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled, barely hanging onto his control. Once he put his mouth to her, once he got a taste of her, he wasn’t stopping until she came against his tongue.

She shook her head, her expression slightly dazed.

He knew he should demand that she vocalize it, but f*ck it. He was a selfish bastard. He wanted to taste her, wanted to show her how good things could be between them. He wasn’t above tying her to him with sex, at least at first. He would just get her addicted to him.

Keeping his gaze pinned to hers he shoved her pencil skirt up to her hips to reveal bright red… He slid his hands up the back of her thighs and didn’t stop until he cupped her smooth, bare ass. Yep, thong.

He groaned. His cock shoved insistently against his zipper but that would just have to wait.

“I’ve wondered what you wear underneath your clothes,” he rasped out.

She still watched him, a mix of nerves and lust clear on her pretty face. “Really?” she whispered.

“All the f*cking time,” he growled. “I stroke myself off thinking about it, about you.”