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He flicks a glance at me and his mouth quirks to one side. “Is that why you left the book out? Were you waiting for it to dry, or did you plan on taking it too? I saw you reading them.”
Frowning, I ask, “How long were you standing there?”
“A while.”
“You were watching me?” I can feel that rush of blood suffuse my skin and paint it pink.
I’m sure it’s visible, because he focuses on my chest and neck. “Am I allowed to?”
Hardly able to speak, I breathe, “Yes.”
His gaze intensifies. “Then, why have you stopped working?”
“I’m sorry.” I turn back to the shelves, but can’t remember what I’ve already done. It’s all been a blur since he came in.
I lift my hand to wipe something, anything, but when he steps nearer, I go blank. The only thing I’m aware is that he’s so close, I can hear his breathing.
When his hands make contact with my hips, I’m not surprised, yet the touch still makes me jump.
“Why are you shaking, Andie?”
Looking over my shoulder at him again, I say, “Because you’re touching me.”
“You knew I would.”
“Yes.”
“Was your screening done?” He’s staring at my ass as if he’s measuring the value of some artifact and it makes me self-conscious as fuck to think he’ll find it not worth what he’s paid. But when I clear my throat and attempt to move, he holds me firmly.
“No one came by,” I say.
“Fuck.” His eyes flick to mine and his jaw works furiously as if he’s debating something. He nods, though I don’t believe it’s meant for me. “You’ve tortured me long enough.”
“I… I don’t?—”
“Bend over,” he orders.
I blink at him, my heart pounding in my throat. “I?—”
“Bend over, Miss Burrows.”
Swallowing hard, I face forward and do as he says. I bend at the waist and brace my hands against the handle of the stepstool.
One of Gavin’s hands comes around me to the front of my jeans and unbuttons them. After he pulls down the zipper, he hooks each of his thumbs to a belt loop and oh so slowly tugs my jeans over my butt, bringing my panties with them to the spot where my ass meets my legs.
My eyes widen as cool air hits my bottom. Everything seems to go so quiet, everything but the rustling of his clothes as he moves slightly. And when I feel the heat of his breath on my skin, my vision seems to dim too.
Every atom of my being is hyperaware of only him and the heat he’s creating between my legs as he reverently caresses my right cheek. I bite back a moan when he moves to the other.
“You have a beautiful ass, Miss Burrows,” he whisper-growls. “And now it’s mine.”
The sting of his teeth against my skin prevents me from replying, not that I could form any words. He nips and kisses his way closer to my center, giving me one hard bite before pulling away slightly.
He runs the tip of his finger over my crack, from my anus to where my underwear still clings to me. When he tugs them farther down, exposing my entrance, I let out a small desperate mewl. Because I’m wet and swollen and I’ve never been so turned on from someone simply looking at me.
“Don’t move,” he says. Then his face is pressed to my cheeks and his tongue slips between my folds at the same time as he inhales. He groans as if he’s never tasted anything better, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips.
But it’s when he thrusts a finger into me, instantly finding that inner spot to rub at the same time as he frantically licks my clitoris, forcing me into a climax I didn’t expect so fast, that I lose my balance.
