Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)(21)

Her shiny lips parted, her chest rising and falling, but she didn’t say anything. Just watched him. He wanted to see her completely naked, to have her stretched out underneath him as he worshiped her entire body.

He wanted to see her lose every bit of her control and to stake his claim, to ruin her for any other man. Hell yeah, he wanted her so damn addicted to him that he was all she could think about. Because the truth was, she was all he could think about. He’d forced himself to keep his distance whenever he could, but there were times when he hadn’t been able to stay away. He’d search her out, ask for stupid menial tasks just so he could talk to her, see her face to face.

Even though he wanted to thrust into her over and over and lose himself inside her, for now he’d settle for making her come against his tongue.

“You wet, baby?” he rasped out, his heart thundering against his ribs. She was so f*cking gorgeous, all aroused and waiting to see what he did next.

Her eyes were a little glazed over, as if she couldn’t believe they were doing this. Well, he couldn’t either.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing pink as she licked her lips.

Still keeping his gaze on hers, he slowly pulled the front of her thong to the side before sliding his finger between her soft folds. Just a tease, a bare touch that made him shudder.

She was soaked.

He swallowed a rough groan. “Does arguing with me get you hot?”

“You get me hot,” she breathed out, her words unsteady. Her fingers slid through his hair, her touch tentative.

It was exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Inhaling her sweet scent he leaned forward and swiped his tongue along her folds. Moaning, she jerked against his face and he lost it.

Grasping one of her ankles, he lifted her leg over his shoulder, spreading her open wider for him.

“Abram…” Her voice was nervous, unsteady.

“You want to stop, baby?” He hated to even ask, but he wanted her comfortable, for there to be no room for regret.

“No.” But she still seemed nervous.

He sucked with words, had no idea how to reassure her. He just wanted to make her feel good. That, he knew he could do. Leaning forward again, he flicked his tongue over her clit and she let out the sweetest moan of pleasure.

He teased the sensitive nub again, adding more pressure even as he slid a finger inside her. “You’re so tight,” he moaned against her.

He imagined what she’d feel like wrapped around his cock, milking him until he was completely sated. Though for how he felt he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of Lucy. Thoughts of her had been consuming him for months. She was his secret addiction. He hadn’t been lying; he jerked off to thoughts of her more than he would admit.

Lucy gasped and rolled her hips again, her inner walls clenching around him as he added another finger into her tight body. She was biting her lower lip now, her cheeks flushed, eyes glowing with need.

Her fingers dug into his scalp as he continued teasing her clit, flicking his tongue against it over and over. The more pressure he added, the more she jerked against him, practically riding his face.

He wanted to lie flat on his back and let her do it from above, to completely bury his face in her sweet *.

“Abram.” Her body jerked and he knew she was going to come, could feel the way her inner walls convulsed faster and faster. “Oh…”

When her fingers dug into his scalp he savored the sweet bite of pain as she fell over the edge, her breathing out of control, her cries of pleasure music to his ears as she reached climax.

He didn’t stop licking her until she gasped “Too much,” the words coming out breathless.

Feeling almost drunk, he looked up to find her staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes. She looked as if she’d been thoroughly f*cked, which she had, by his tongue. Too bad it hadn’t been his cock yet. But it would soon. Tonight, if he had any say about it.

But not up against his office door. She deserved better than that. He wanted to take her back to his place, to completely worship her body, bring her orgasm after orgasm. Then he wanted to talk about their future, because he couldn’t let her walk away after this.

They both jumped at the sound of a soft knocking coming from the outer office. “Hello? Mr. Ivanov?” a male voice called out.

“Oh God,” Lucy rasped out, her expression morphing to one of horror. Her eyes widened as she slid her leg off his shoulder. Her legs wobbled and he set a hand on her hip to steady her, a rush of masculine pride roaring through him. He’d loved making her come against his tongue, loved that he’d made her unravel. Avoiding his gaze, she shoved her skirt down with trembling hands as he pushed to his feet.

He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his face. His fingers smelled like Lucy and sex so he just shoved his hand in his pocket. He didn’t want to lose that scent.

He also didn’t want her to regret anything because he certainly didn’t. “Lucy—”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about this here,” she rushed out, her cheeks crimson. She quickly turned away from him, smoothing her hair down before she jerked the door open.

One of his drivers and another employee who worked in HR were standing in the doorway. Fuck. He couldn’t chase after Lucy now, not when it was clear two employees needed to talk to him. He didn’t want to embarrass her and he wasn’t sure if they’d heard anything. From their expressions he didn’t think so, but who the hell knew.