Reluctantly Yours(79)
Now that my nails have returned to their normal length, I have to consider that everything might go back to the way it was before Frankie’s Faux Nails wreaked havoc on my life. There have been no conversations about what would happen when the nails came off. My obnoxious manicure had been the entire reason we started playing WordIt and Barrett was able to prove how skilled his tongue and fingers really are.
Now I’m wondering if I should have put sex on my list. Crap.
I watch as Barrett closes the book and like the other readers before him, he gives a final remark directing viewers to the Books 4 Kids website. When he’s done, the little redheaded girl jumps up and gives him a hug.
With her in his arms, our eyes connect and he winks.
Sweet Jesus. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I’ve got to find a way to have sex with that man before the night is over.
I’ve meeted and greeted. I even waited until all the children left with their bags of books in hand. Now, in this room full of adults sipping wine and cocktails and nibbling on passed hors d’oeuvres, I can’t take it any longer.
“I need to speak to you in private about an urgent matter,” I whisper in Barrett’s ear. His concerned look tells me that came out far less sexy than I had planned. I sound like an accountant finding a discrepancy in someone’s bookkeeping. I’m trying here. I really am.
I take his hand and he follows me through the crowd, I keep a sweet smile on my face as I walk past the director of Books 4 Kids and the group of authors and celebrity readers she’s talking with. Nothing to see here, folks. Just a woman trying to seduce her fake boyfriend at a children’s fundraising event.
Outside the event room, I walk us down the hallway and upstairs.
A benefit of organizing this event is that I know the building well, and I know of a place I can take Barrett to be alone.
We reach the top landing and I turn right down the hallway. Finally, I open the door to the room I was looking for and pull Barrett in behind me.
“Where are we—”
It’s the library’s prop room. Inside, we’re welcomed by an assortment of old furniture pushed along the walls, costume racks shoved into one corner, and a variety of boxes, stacked haphazardly throughout the room. Musical instruments, letter charts and boxes of toys that they use for the little toy library once a week.
Barrett glances around the room before his gaze lands on me.
“You wanted to talk?” His lips quirk with intrigue. “Here?”
I’m realizing maybe this isn’t the best location for seduction, but I can’t back out now. We’re already here.
“Um, yes.”
He moves closer, and with every step his shoes strike the linoleum floor, my heartbeat ratchets up a notch.
“And what was the urgent matter, Chloe?” he says softly, like he doesn’t know how turned on I am right now. Like he can’t see what he does to me.
I don’t get to answer, because his hands lift to my face. His fingers curve along my jaw and into my hair, the pads of them applying just enough pressure to my neck to angle my face upwards. The brush of his thumbs against my cheeks has my mouth opening to him before our lips even meet.
When his warm lips brush mine, I melt into his mouth.
Barrett’s kiss is sweet, yet hungry. Gentle, yet demanding.
I think I’m the only one who feels the urgency of desire, but when I press my hands into his stomach and grip his shirt, our kiss turns white hot. It’s like someone turned up the flame on a gas stove and it feels like we’re going to boil over.
“I don’t think I can wait to have you.” Barrett’s voice is hoarse with need. His hand reaches beneath my dress. God, yes. His fingers hook into the waistband of my thong as he yanks the garment down my legs, then easily lifts me up. He pins me against the wall with his thigh between my legs, the hard muscle there applying pressure in just the right place. “Tell me to wait, Chloe.”
I want to laugh. He wants me to be the one to shut this down? Has he looked in the mirror? Does he realize I just saw him reading stories to children? And smiling. At the same time. And that wink he delivered at the end of his reading? He had to know it would come to this.
I want him too badly to stop.
The need that’s been building inside me all week. It’s a necessity at this point. I won’t make it much longer without knowing what it feels like to have him inside me.
“I can’t wait,” I say. I slide my hand down the front of his pants to cup his hard length and he groans into my mouth.
His lips fall to my neck while my hands move inside his suit jacket. His tie dangles between us, tickling my cleavage. One could argue we’ve got too many clothes on for this, that I should wait until I can feast on his naked body, but there’s only one thing I really need right now. I hurriedly reach for his belt. Barrett must be thinking the same thing.
Our hands collide, both trying to move fast, but only managing to get tangled in the process. Finally, we work together, me unbuckling his belt, while he makes quick work of his zipper. I reach inside his briefs, stroking his silky length, while Barrett lifts the skirt of my dress over my hips, exposing me to him.
His fingers press into me. He’s checking to see if I’m ready for him. I’m not even embarrassed about how wet I am. I’ve seen his dick and my body knows what it needs to prepare me for this. I’m beyond ready. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up into his arms, our lips crash into each other, licking and biting until we’re breathless.