Page 58 of The Merger

Her fingertip drags lazily across my mouth.

A fire is lit in my veins, and it races through me like a stick of dynamite. I feel alive. Energized.Turned the fuck on.

My head spins as I try to be rational. I’m flirting with a line in the sand I drew years ago. There are reasons, good ones, that I shouldn’t be here—shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be contemplating doing a hell of a lot more.

But I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

“You said it would never be enough,” she says, watching her finger trace my jaw and then down the side of my neck. “Let me ask you this. Why is that a problem?” Her gaze flicks to mine. “Since when is too much fucking a problem?”

“There’s no such thing as too much fucking, Miss Johnson.”

She nods in agreement. “That’s true. So why won’t you strip me down right now and rail me?”

“Fucking hell.” I grit my teeth, trying desperately to remember she’s been drinking. “You don’t mean that.”

Her hand falls to my crotch, and she begins unzipping my pants. “I assure you I do.”

I snatch her wrist and bring her hand between us.

“You don’t want your dick sucked?” she asks, grinning sweetly. “If you’re worried that I’ll fall in love with you …” She lifts on her toes until her mouth hovers against mine and whispers, “I won’t.”

“Are you sure about that?”

The heat of her breath licking across my lips sends a shiver down my spine. My head spins as I struggle to remain calm and composed, and it takes everything I have to ignore the feeling of her breasts against my chest.

“I only want one thing from you,” she says, grinning. “And it’s not your heart.”

Motherfucker. I lace my fingers through hers, peering into her baby blues. “That’s good because I don’t have a heart to give you.”

“Perfect.”

“Perfect, huh?” I ask, grinning.

Carys leads me to the sofa and places her hands on my shoulders. She gives me a gentle push, so I give in and fall to the cushions. She stands, straddling one knee between her legs, and peers down at me through thick lashes.

“Yeah, perfect. With hearts come feelings, and there’s only one feeling that I’m interested in—orgasms,” she says. “If things get too feely, I’m out.”

I ball my fists to keep from touching her.

“What about Tate?” I ask, wondering if I poke around enough, she’ll come to her senses and realize I’m too old and this is too complicated—and will never go anywhere. And none of that is what she really wants.

She places one knee to my left and the other to my right. She shimmies forward until she’s straddling me with her pussy sitting on top of my cock. I let out a hiss, digging my fingers into her waist to keep her from moving.

“You seem to be a lot more worried about Tate than I am,” she says, trying to wiggle out from my grasp. I cinch my hands around her even tighter. “Tate’s just afraid you’ll break my heart. But how can you break it if I don’t give it to you?”

I look at her questioningly. I’m not sure if I should be relieved or offended. “You can just decide you won’t give it to me? It’s that easy?”

“Why would I allow myself to let you in that far when you just said you don’t have a heart to give me? Doesn’t seem like a fair trade.”

Okay, fair.“Good point.”

She tosses her head to the side, her hair falling across her shoulder.

“You are fucking beautiful,” I say, trying to control myself. “But you’re going to have to get off me.”

One of her hands slips behind my head. She lifts up, arching her back and widening her knees. She grinds against my throbbing cock. Her tits are right in front of my face, brushing against my lips. Teasing me. Tormenting me.

Just pull her dress down, and they’ll be in your mouth, asshole.