Page 30 of Orc'd At A Wedding
"Then we're staying right here."
CHAPTER 10
OLOG
Iwatch the precise moment she surrenders.
Her shoulders drop, her breath hitches, and those expressive brown eyes stop calculating escape routes and just... open. Like she's been holding herself so rigidly together that the smallest permission to let go threatens to shatter her completely.
I know that feeling intimately.
It took forty-eight hours of maintaining professional distance while every primitive instinct in my body screamed to claim her, to shield her, to take her somewhere far away from these people who have spent years making her feel small.
The contract is void the second I slide the deadbolt home.
"Stay right here," I tell her.
She nods, her back pressed against the marble vanity, her hands gripping the edge like it's the only thing keeping her upright.
I cross to the restroom door and flip the small brass lock beneath the handle, then drag one of the heavy upholstered benches across the tile floor until it wedges firmly against the doorframe. The wood scrapes loudly, the sound echoing in the too-quiet space.
Professional Olog would never barricade a client in a public restroom.
Professional Olog died the moment she wrapped her legs around me and kissed me like she was trying to crawl inside my skin.
When I turn back, she's watching me with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin silk of her dress.
"You're serious," she breathes.
"Extremely."
I remove the gap between us in three strides, caging her against the vanity with my hands braced on either side of her hips. She tilts her face back to meet my gaze, and the vulnerability in her expression nearly breaks me.
"I need you to understand something," I say quietly, forcing myself to hold still even though every muscle in my body is screaming to touch her. "Once I start this, I'm not going to be able to stop. I'm not going to be professional. I'm not going to be detached. I'm going to be selfish and possessive and I'm going to take everything you're willing to give me."
Her breath catches.
"What if I want you to be selfish?"
My control fractures.
I grip her waist and lift her onto the marble counter in one smooth motion, stepping between her legs and hauling her against me. She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders for balance, and I capture her mouth in a kiss that obliterates any remaining pretense of restraint.
She tastes like champagne and desperation and something uniquely, devastatingly her.
I angle her head with one hand fisted in her hair, deepening the kiss until she's making soft, broken sounds against my mouth that shoot straight through my chest and lodge somewhere dangerously close to my heart.
"Olog," she gasps when I break away to trail my mouth down her throat. "We can't, there are people right outside?—"
"What about your five-star rating?"
I pull back just enough to look at her, my breathing ragged.
"Bliss," I say slowly, deliberately. "I am about to thoroughly compromise every professional boundary I have ever maintained. My rating is the absolute last thing on my mind right now."
Her eyes darken, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of brown remains.
"Show me," she whispers.
