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Chapter Fifteen

Savannah

The kitchen feels electric with a mixture of dim light and the heat radiating from Jamie’s body as he leans closer. I can feel the tension crackling between us, thick and intoxicating.

“Savannah,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry, “just one more kiss.”

I hesitate, my heart racing. “We shouldn’t,” I say, trying to sound firm, but the words come out breathy, betraying how much I want this.

“Why not?” He smirks, inching closer, his warmth wrapping around me like a blanket. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Yeah, right. It’s never going to be just a kiss with you.” I bite my lip, torn between wanting to push him away and the wild urge to pull him closer.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he closes the distance, capturing my lips with his. The kiss is softer, teasing, and for a moment, I’m lost in the sensation. My head spins as he deepens the kiss, nudging my mouth open, and I melt against him.

“Savannah,” he breathes, trailing kisses down my neck. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I laugh, breathless. “You’re the one kissing me like this.”

“Maybe because I can’t help it.” His hands find the waistband of my leggings, tugging gently. “And you don’t want me to stop.”

“J-Jamie…” I protest weakly, but his fingers slide beneath the fabric, teasing me just right. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it, and I curse my own weakness.

“Just relax.” He says, rubbing his knuckles over my wet thong, and I feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. “Let me take care of you.”

I push against him, trying to regain control. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire. I can’t form the words, but my body betrays me as I arch into his touch, begging for more. He pulls off my sweater, dropping it on the floor.

“I want…” My voice trails off as he tugs at my lip with his teeth, his gaze focused on my bright pink bra. I want to tell him to stop, but all I can do is moan when he leans down and sucks on my nipple through the fabric.

“God, Jamie,” I cry out, feeling a heat radiate through me, erasing every shred of hesitation. “We can’t.”

“Who says we can’t?” He lifts me onto the counter with surprising ease, making me feel weightless.

I knock a bowl to the floor, the clatter echoing in the room.

“Sorry,” I whisper, but the look in his eyes says he doesn’t care.

“Don’t be sorry.” His voice is thick with desire as he grips my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. “You’re gonna love this.”

All my thoughts jumble together as he kneels in front of me, his mouth hovering just above where I need him most. “J-Jamie, what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you what you want.” He smirks, and before I can protest, his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. “I know you want this.”

“Oh, God,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as pleasure washes over me. “Please…”

“I knew you didn’t finish,” he teases, flicking his tongue again, and I can’t hold back a moan. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Jamie, I…I can’t think,” I whimper, the heat building inside me. “Just don’t stop.”

He flattens his tongue against me, and I’m teetering on the edge, my body shaking with every flick and caress. “I’m gonna…”

“Not yet,” he growls, pulling back just enough to leave me hanging.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I whimper, desperate and needy.

“Because I want you to remember this,” he says, his fingers brushing my inner thigh, teasing and torturing me. “I want you to beg for it.”

“Fine! I’ll beg!”

He laughs, low and deep, his hands gripping my thighs, keeping me spread open. “Then beg, Savannah. Tell me how much you need me.”

“Please, Jamie! I need you so bad,” I cry, my breath hitching.

“Good girl,” he says again, diving back in, and I lose it.

The world narrows down to just him, just the heat and pleasure, and I can’t think of anything else. Every sensation is amplified, every flick of his tongue sending me spiraling.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my fingers curling into his hair. “Don’t you dare stop!”

He doesn’t. He keeps going, the pressure building until I’m shaking, teetering on the edge of something explosive.

“Jamie, I…”

“Not yet. I want you to come on my tongue.”

“God, yes!” I’m a mess of need and pleasure, my body responding to him in ways I can’t control.

“Let it go, babe. Such a good girl.” His tongue works magic, and I’m teetering on the edge, desperate for release. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”

“Jamie!” I cry out, the tension snapping as pleasure crashes over me, waves of ecstasy consuming my senses.

He doesn’t stop, drinking me in as I ride the waves, each thrust of his tongue sending me spiraling deeper into bliss.

“You taste incredible,” he says, lifting his head with a satisfied grin. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

I slump back against the counter, breathless, mind spinning as he pulls me closer again. This is wrong, but at this moment, it feels so right. I want him—need him—and I’m okay with that. Just for now.

“Savannah,” he whispers, his hands gripping my thighs as he looks into my eyes. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want you,” I breathe, my heart racing as desire courses through me.

“Good,” he says, his lips crashing into mine again, and I lose myself in the taste of him.

His hands roam down my back, gripping my waist, and all I can think about is how much I want him.

“Savannah,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re driving me wild.”

I can’t help but smile, but it’s a nervous one. “And you think kissing was a good idea?”

“It was the best idea I’ve had all night,” he grins, his fingers tugging at my thong. “And it’s about to get better.”

I watch, breathless, as he pulls my thong off and drops it to the ground. “You just…”

“Shh.” He silences me with another kiss, his hands now working on his own boxers. “I need you, Savannah.”

“Are you serious right now?” I ask, my voice a mix of disbelief and hunger.

“Dead serious.” He smirks. I’m left staring at the hard length of him, and it takes everything in me not to reach out.

“God, Jamie…” I bite my lip as he leans closer, peeling my bra off me.

He looks at me like I’m a feast, and I can’t help but blush. “You’re gorgeous,” he says, his fingers trailing down to trace the scar on his shoulder.

“What happened there?” I ask, gently running my fingers over the mark.

“Got it playing hockey as a teenager,” he says, his voice low, and suddenly it’s like the world fades away. It’s just us in this kitchen, the air thick with need.

He pulls me off the counter, turning me around. I gasp as I feel the cold surface against my bare nipples.

“Jamie,” I breathe, but he just chuckles.

“Just a minute. Let me admire you.” His hands explore my back and ass, his fingers dancing over my skin, sending sparks everywhere. “You’re so soft. How the hell are you so fucking soft?”

I can’t form words. All I can think about is how much I need him. I can feel him pressing against the back of my thighs, and it drives me insane.

“Please,” I beg, my voice shaky with desire.

“Such pretty pleas.”

He rummages through a drawer, and then I hear it—the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper tearing. “What kind of person has condoms in his kitchen?” I can’t help but laugh.

“The kind of person who’s about to fuck you,” he says, nudging himself at my entrance, and my breath hitches.

“Jamie…” My voice is a mix of protest and longing.

“Yes Savannah?” he whispers, leaning his torso against my back.

Before I can respond, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. “Oh my God!” I gasp, the sensation overwhelming. He pushes all my limits at once, and I can’t think, can’t breathe.

“Hold the counter,” he commands, his hands gripping my hips as he starts to move. Each thrust sends me spiraling, and all I can do is nod as I cling to the cool surface beneath me.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper. “So tight. You like this, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I whimper, my head spinning with pleasure. “I do.”

“Come on, Savannah. Let go for me.” His voice is rough, his hands finding my clit, rubbing me just right.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, the wave of pleasure crashing over me as I’m about to explode. “I can’t…I’m…”

“Just a little more, baby.” His thrusts are relentless, and I’m on the edge, ready to fall. “Come for me.”

With a final flick of his fingers, I’m gone, screaming his name as pleasure washes over me. My body contracts around him, and I hear him groan as he finds his release, too, his thrusts becoming staggered and desperate.

We collapse against the counter, both of us panting, my mind a jumbled mess of confusion and euphoria.

“What the hell just happened?” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t know,” he chuckles, pulling back to look at me. “But it was amazing.”

I scramble to get up, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. “I need to go,” I say, panic rising in my chest. I rush to grab my clothes, my fingers fumbling as I throw on my sweater.

“Wait, Savannah.” Jamie’s voice is thick, laced with concern. He reaches for me, but I step back.

“I can’t…I can’t do this.” My heart races as I pull my leggings up, my thoughts racing.

“Why not?” he asks, frustration creeping into his voice. “We just had an incredible moment.”

“I know,” I say, my voice shaking. “But I can’t stay. I need to go.”

“Just talk to me. Don’t leave like this,” he pleads, stepping closer.

I shake my head, backing away toward the door. “I need time to think.”

“Savannah!” His tone softens, but I can’t look at him. I can’t bear to see the look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” I turn and rush out of the kitchen, the weight of what just happened crashing down on me.

I just fucked my boss’ friend and teammate.

What the hell is wrong with me?