Page 60 of Bargain With the Boss

I forced myself to slow down. This was all I could have and I needed to make it enough.

I knew if I broke this moment she’d be gone.

So I kept her in the moment even if my dick was so hard I couldn’t concentrate. The need rose up so fast and strong it was all I could do to push it down and block it. I concentrated on her. On the texture of her smooth skin versus her puckered nipple and how sensitive her left one was.

Her mumbled curses mixed with my name made me smile on my way up to her neck. She tipped her head back and her scent intensified behind her ear. I nibbled on her ear around the little hoops she wore.

I couldn’t remember the last time I rounded first and second base so many times.

She was restless, her hands traveling over my chest and lower. I had to reroute her a few times, distracting her when I found something new that made her gasp or sigh.

My nose brushed against her ear. “If we keep this up we’re both going to end up falling off this rock.”

Her laugh wrapped around a moan as she finally drew back from me. She pulled up the straps and I caught them.

“One more kiss for my favorite twins.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was biting her lower lip as I showed my appreciation for each.

“Lift your hair. I’ll do it.”

She turned her back to me, draping her hair over her shoulder as she looked back at me.

Goddamn, she was beautiful. I brushed a kiss across her shoulder to the nape of her neck then pulled the straps up making sure she was tucked inside.

“I think I’m covered, Xavier.”

“Just making sure. They are far too perfect to be showing off to anyone other than me.”

She tossed a look over her shoulder, her eyebrow arched. “You think you’ll be getting the privilege again?”

“Damn right I am.”

I tied the two triangles together at her nape, my fingers drifting down her spine to the dip at her waist. I couldn’t help sliding back inside her dress to cup her breasts one last time. “Your skin is addicting, Duchess.”

She leaned against me for a moment. “We shouldn’t do this again.”

“But we will.” I kissed her neck. “Soon.”

She straightened and turned to me. “We wouldn’t work.”

“We are working damn fine here.” I brushed my thumb along her swollen lower lip. “These lips kept sighing my name.”

Her golden eyes flashed. “Don’t get cocky, Xavier. It was a moment. I got a little?—”

“Close to orgasm?”

She turned away.

“If I reached under here”—I gripped the hem of her skirt—“you’d be so damn close.”

She swung around to face me, her eyes hot, and God, she was magnificent. “I’m not surprised you’re good at getting a woman off, Xavier.”

The hit was direct and I withdrew. My jaw ached as I swallowed back a smart-ass reply. “Right. Understood.” I rolled into a crouch and stood. I held out a hand to her even as part of me wanted to leave her.

To walk off the truth of it.

Because she was right.