𝘙𝘏𝘠𝘚 𝘔𝘖𝘖𝘙𝘌

KEEPING MY HANDS OFF OF my co-worker should not be this hard. Every time her heavy lidded eyes drop down to my mouth-not so subtly-I lose another year off my life.

But I won't be the one to initiate this. I need to know she wants this. I need to know she wants me. Even if that means dealing with a raging hard on. A hard on, and I haven't even touched the woman.

She was going to kill me.

I used to think that the most peaceful way to die was in your sleep. But it's not. It's looking at Wren. Sure she was going to kill me, but at least i'd go peacefully.

My heart stutters as she slowly removes my tie from around my neck. My grip on her neck moves to the base of her hair, and I rub it between my fingers. That's her undoing.

Her lips crash onto mine and I react instantly. My hand is tangled in her hair a second later, her hands are flat against my chest. Her nails scratch at my shirt as I tilt my head slightly. She lets out a sound that's partially muffled by my mouth.

I bring my hands down to her hips and pull her on top of me. My lips part from hers as I steady her on my lap, but she leans back down and connects them. Her body is electric and I can't help the small shiver that ripples through my body as she relaxes into me.

When it feels like she isn't backing away, I can't help myself from exploring her. I run my hands from her hips, down past the curve of her ass, trace over the back of her thighs, to settle on her calves. I grip them and push her legs to straddle me.

I start massaging the muscles there and she arches into me. When our chests are flushed together, I pull my lips away, dangerously aware of how heavy i'm breathing. But I don't stop there. I can't stop there.

I trail my mouth over her jaw. Her hands grip my shoulders as my mouth trails down across her neck. Her head falls right above my ear and she sighs. My teeth sink into the delicate skin on her neck and she breathes shakily into my ear.

I keep my mouth steady against her pulse as I feel it speed up. It's probably the most satisfying thing. As I poke my tongue out to sooth the bite I just left, Wren rolls her hips against mine. I lied. That's the most satisfying thing.

"Rhys." She whispers into my neck.

I groan against her neck and she pulls my face back up to hers. This time she kisses me slowly, her tongue tracing over my bottom lip, then slowly over my top lip. Then finally her tongue slides over the seam of my lips. I let her tongue enter my mouth.

She tastes like everything i thought she would. But most importantly she tastes like mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. I repeat over and over again as my tongue swipes over hers.

She fights my tongue, before taking hers back and biting down on my bottom lip. It's not hard, but just enough that it tingles. I move my hands up to cradle her face. Doing what i've wanted to do since the first day i'd met her.

Her hips are still moving when she pulls back. Her hands are at my chest and she pushes herself up. She stares right at me, as I stare right at her. I let my head fall back as I break into a smile.

It's a real, easy smile. It's not a fake or cocky one. It's not a smirk. It's just me expressing what I feel in the moment. And I express it so much that I start to feel the strain on my cheeks.

As I slowly stop smiling, I bring my head up to look at the cause of my smile. Wren's staring at me, an unreadable look in her eyes.

"You have dimples." She says.

"I know." My voice is awfully raspy.

"You should use them more often. They're instant chick-magnets." Wren swallows.

"Oh yeah?" I tilt my head at her.

"Mhm. They'd get you some serious play."

"That so?" I flash my dimples at her again. She groans.

She leans into me again, and presses her lips to mine quickly. I place a hand on the back of her head, keeping her against me a bit longer.

I smile at her again. She rolls her beautiful eyes at me. "You're killing me." Just returning the favor.

She shimmies off my lap, forcing me to close my eyes. Then when she's standing, I get to my feet. Wren places a palm against my chest.

"I'd prefer if we kept this between us and if we could keep it...professional between us. We still have the presentation and-"

I cut her off. "Sure."

She looks up at me with glossy eyes. Then she nods. She grabs the drink from the table and downs it. Then we make our way out of the club.

She might want to keep things professional, but that's the last thing I think when i'm with her. And after tonight, that's the last thing on her mind too.

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