Page 17 of Silver Fox Grump

“What now?” She glances up through her long dark lashes.

This is going to kill me. She’s slight, soft, curved, and small compared to me. The scent of raspberries and cream fills my senses.

I look into her eyes. Up close, they’re endless shades of brown, as though her genetics got over-zealous as a mafia boss buying a present for his wife, and gave her every colour imaginable, all mushed together.

“Your first kiss, huh?”

“Yes.” She leans in to press her lips to mine hurriedly.

“Uh!” I’m not having that. An awkward, quick kiss that leaves her as unsatisfied as me. My hand finds her waist, and holds her.

“What?” She pulls back reluctantly, hurt in her expression.

“I thought you said you wanted to be taught?” I rumble.

She nods, her eyebrows puckering together.

“Then let me teach, sweetheart.” The endearment falls out of my mouth far too easily. “First you need to set up the cause for the kiss,” I murmur. “Look at this with me.” Picking up a paper from the coffee table at random, I place it between us. “See here?”

“I don’t see,” she replies, a bit confused.

“Come closer then. Lean in.” I’m a monster luring his soft little prey.

“You see the point I’m trying to teach you?” I put one finger onto the page. “Just here?”

“This one?” She puts a fingertip next to mine.

There’s the thud of my heart, the wind outside, and someone talking downstairs.

“That’s right. A bit closer.”

“Do you mean…” Her finger brushes over mine as she indicates another place on the page.

The lurch of my stomach is almost painful. This smallest of all touches is the most I’ve had in two years.

“That’s it. Clever girl.” Miraculously, my voice remains calm. Unaffected, even. “But I think you’ll find…” I shift and run my index finger down hers. She’s smooth and warm and it’s the strangest contradiction. I’m having difficulty controlling myself and want to yank her onto my lap, shove our clothes aside, and take her. But at the same time, I’m relishing this perfect moment we’re creating.

It’s so good, I’m almost fooled by it myself.

And the danger is undeniably hot. The unlocked door—even if Nathan knows better than to enter unannounced, or allow anyone else to—is precarious. We could be caught, and it makes the excitement of our age gap, and the forbidden nature of this all the hotter.

“Sev,” she whispers and looks up at me.

“Good, now tilt your chin up in an invitation. Offer me your lips.”

She makes a soft whimper as she does as I say.

“Now open your mouth for me, just a little.”

Her dusky pink lips part.

“Good girl.”

My cock throbs so intensely I might pass out from lack of blood in my brain. That’s clearly the reason I’m doing this. Toying with a risk that will result in death from my best friend.

But I don’t care that he’s my best friend now. I can’t understand why she’s my employee. She’s my obsession, and my inner monster has already claimed her as my wife. All the rest is details that will be sorted out in time.

Or not.