Page 92 of Fierce Storm
“How areyou?” I counter. “Does anything between us bother you at all?”
“It would be a lot easier if you weren’t my brother’s future father-in-law, my boss, and my best friend’s dad, but does it bother me that you are? No. It’s not like we’re getting married and I’m becoming…” Keeley trails off before her eyes widen and she laughs hysterically, her whole body shaking as she covers her face with her hands. “Oh, this is good.”
“What did I miss?”
She straightens up, her eyes wild with excitement. “I want you to visualize it so you’ll find it as funny as I did.”
“Oh-kay.”
“Picture Easton’s face as he hears the news that his annoying older sister is now also his mother-in-law.”
I freeze at her words. While I can definitely see the humor in what she’s saying, I’m ninety percent sure all the blood just drained from my face, because I feel lightheaded.
When she puts it that way, it sounds so much worse than it is. “There are off-limits relationships, and then there’s us.” I shake my head, turning away. There are so many things wrong with that image.
“What? You don’t find it funny? Did you picture it?”
“I’m not marrying you to get back at your brother.”
Keeley snorts, and I have to admit her amusement is a little infectious, eliciting a smile without my consent.
“Ha. I told you.”
“I’m not smiling over Easton’s pain.”
“Then what are you smiling about?”
“You. Your happiness. Your joy.”
“Oh.” The amusement drops from her face, and I almost apologize for whatever I said wrong, until her lips pull into the most delicately tight-lipped smile. “Thank you,” she whispers. “That’s actually really sweet.”
It takes me a moment to respond, caught in the softness of her voice, and I clear my throat, chuckling softly. “Yeah, well. You constantly remind me I’m a gentleman.”
“This is different though. So…thanks.”
Her admission has my heart pounding and a million questions running through my mind, all of them left unsaid. Instead, I circle back to her earlier comment.
“I’m almost afraid to ask. What’s number two?” Since we’ve established that the inappropriateness of us being together doesn’t bother her, I’m guessing not much is off-limits in her mind.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
No.“Yes. Hit me with it.”
Keeley gets up and walks over to my desk, the sound of her heels clacking on the floor like a warning, each step increasing the pace of my pulse. When she’s standing opposite me, she flattens her palms on my mahogany desktop, exactly where I had her last night, and leans forward, her loose white shirt billowing to reveal a hint of her lace bra.
I subtly swallow a lump in my throat, worried that if I don’t, I won’t be able to respond when she finally speaks.
I’m a powerful man. People of all stature bow down to please me. Yet all it takes is one fierce little redhead, staring me in the eyes, and I’m the one ready to fall to my knees.
“I want another night, Salvatore,” Keeley begins, and I hold my stare, watching her lips as she speaks, waiting for her to finish before I react. “I want…more licking, more fingers, more…” She trails off as her eyes drop to my crotch, and I thank the universe that I’m wearing black and she can’t see the bulge forming.
Because fuck… I want that too.
“Most of all.” She scrunches her nose in sympathy as though this next one is going to be the hardest to take, and I clench my fist under the desk. “I want to suck you dry.”
God-fucking-dammit.I have a meeting in thirty minutes, and I’m a few choice words away from coming in my pants.
Lifting my fist to my mouth, I close my eyes and groan, ignoring Keeley’s light giggles in front of me.
