Page 115 of Take My Name

My body rides his hand like I’m a starved and desperate woman. When his thumb reaches up and teases my piercing, a shockwave washes through me, and I explode harder than I have in years.

“Holy shit,” I gasp out the words, unable to control the way my body shakes. Either from the water turning cold or the adrenaline high, but either way, it’s intense.

“Are you okay?” He cups my face, and I frown at the loss of him inside me.

All I can do is nod.

“Yeah, I very much like your little piercin’.” His teasing tone makes me chuckle. “You look so perfect and wrecked for me.”

Once the high wears off, Warren helps me out of the tub and we rinse off in the shower together. We make out most of the time we’re there but when I offer to help him out with hismassiveproblem, he insists I don’t need to.

However, I can’t stop thinking about twisting my tongue around those barbells and wrapping my lips around the tip.

Once he’s dried off and pulls on clean boxer briefs, he slips into bed and tells me to join him. I packed a bag with extra clothes but decided to only put on an oversized T-shirt and panties.

“Feelin’ okay? Did you want me to grab an ice packor your meds?”

“Nope, I’m great.”

When I climb in next to him, he wraps an arm around my waist and yanks me closer. Then he dips down and captures my lips. “Would be even better if you stayed right here with me all night.”

“Hm…that can be arranged.” I wrap my arm low on his stomach, teasing the hem of his shorts. “But only if you listen to doctor’s orders.”

He groans in my ear. “Then you better stop tryin’ to touch my dick because it’s very aware of your presence.”

“You shoulda let me take care of it in the shower, then.”

His mouth sucks my neck and I hum at how good his scruffiness feels scratching over my skin.

“I’m tryin’ to take it slow,” he murmurs. “I don’t wanna risk movin’ too fast and losin’ you again.”

The hurt in his voice makes my heart stop, and I freeze. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, Warren.”

He lifts his head, meeting my gaze. “You’re not?”

“I haven’t figured everythin’ out yet, but I don’t wanna leave you again. Hayes is flyin’ here next week and I planned on talkin’ to him then.”

“So you’re mine for a few days?” He arches a brow, grinning.

“Hopefully more, but yes. I’m here to be your personal nurse.”

“Mm…” His hand slides down my back until he grips my ass. “First a naked sponge bath and now you’re half-naked in my bed? I think you’re tryin’ to gimme a heart attack. Not veryprofessionalof you.”

“Sorry, Mr. Langston…” My fingers skim over his erection, feeling how hard he is for me, and he shudders. “I can’t help myself around you.”

I can’t remember the last time I felt this ravenous and desperate.

The fact I didn’t bother to pack my laptop and work supplies tells me how mixed up I had my priorities. I used my job as an excuse instead of facing reality that I wasn’t as happy as I tried to convince myself. I’ve given more tasks to my assistant and got a job listing up so I can hire more help. It’ll help me grow as an agency and give me more time to focus on what’s important—a work-life balance that doesn’t consume my whole world.

“You’re not playin’ fair, Mrs. Langston.” He nips my lower lip, his other hand reaching up to cup my breast over my shirt.

I full-on black out when he says those words.

Fuck, that’s so hot.

“You can’t tell me to take it easy when you’re teasin’ me like that.” He arches his hips, pressing his cock harder into my palm.

“Warren…” I breathe out his name. “Call me that again.”