Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

“Do you think you’re close?” I drop a chaste kiss to her bottom lip and move my hand faster against her. Another finger. More sloppy circles. She doesn’t answer with words, just a sharp inhale through her nose. “Yeah.” I smile. “Yeah, you’re close.” “Again with the”—she moans—“smug. It doesn’t suit you, Charlie.” “Sure it does.” I drop a kiss to the corner of her mouth, the curve of her chin, the secret little spot I’ve discovered below her ear. “I want it so bad, Nova. Probably more than you do.” She laughs, fingers curling tighter around the edge of her bed frame. Her knuckles strain white. “I don’t know about all that,” she moans. “I want it pretty bad.” I nod into her neck. “I can feel it,” I whisper. “I can feel you. You gonna take it?” She grabs the back of my neck and pulls. My body goes tight like she’s got that hand on my dick instead. She tips her chin up and watches me with half-closed eyes, a flash of blue-green gray. Storm clouds gathering. “You gonna give it to me?” she breathes, her lips curled in a smile. “I’ve already told you. I’ll give you anything you want.”