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I’m considering just ignoring her. It’s rude as hell, but it’s not like I’ve come off as any sort of gentleman to her already. I’m sure she sort of expects me to be a prick.
But the mental image of her standing outside the door—her eyes wide and expectant and her white teeth nibbling on her bottom lip—kills me. To Melody, knocking on my office door probably took a hefty serving of bravery, and I don’t want that bravery to go to waste.
I swallow hard and lower my head into my hands, cursing softly. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do. I’m still rock hard, and the memory of her soft mouth crushed against mine is all too fresh and real.
If I see her again, this soon after the kiss, I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself.
She has to know that…doesn’t she? But here she is, a shivering little deer walking into the lair of the lion.
All of these thoughts hit me rapid fire, but time is passing, and Melody hasn’t knocked again. Maybe she left and I’ll be off the hook.
Then again, that’s not really what I want. The problem is, what I really want is dirty and erotic and all sorts of animalistic. And little Melody makes those wants ten times more powerful.
As a man, I’ve had an iron grip on my impulses my entire life. It’s how I became so successful in the first place. I fooled myself into thinking that my will was stronger than any desire I could ever have, and then Melody walked into my house and life.
And now she’s outside my office door, at 12:34 am, with the taste of her still on my tongue.
Fuck it. She knocked, so I’d better answer.
I stalk to the door and pull it open, and there she is. Looking down, I fill my eyes with Melody. I know I’m screwed when I see the way she’s gripping the edges of her white fucking silk robe, holding it as close as possible. Her long hair is in a haphazard bun on top of her head, and her feet are bare.
Melody looks up at me, and I look down at her. Her tongue pokes out and wets her lips, and my cock jumps in my pants like an animal trying to break its tether.
“Um, hey,” she breathes. “I wasn’t sure if you were up.”
More than one part of me is up, sweetheart, I think, but instead tell her, “I am. What can I do for you, Melody?”
It’s dark, both in the hallway and my office, but I bet she’s blushing. “I…well, I wanted to maybe talk about…the kiss…”
My interest sharpens. “What about it?”
“So…I think we both are attracted to each other, and I really, really enjoyed the kiss, but I also understand if it’s awkward for you.” Melody twists her robe in her hands, nervous energy rolling off her. “But if it wasn’t awkward…I’m open to doing it again sometime…”
I have zero clue if she had more to say. I don’t care. What she’s said is more than enough, and I grab her, hauling her against me before she can even gasp in protest.
Digging my hand into her hair, not caring for a second about the bun, I tilt her head back and claim her mouth with mine all in one swift motion. Melody has already let me taste her tongue with mine, so I slide it deep into the cavern of her mouth immediately.
I swallow her moan as she melts into me, giving as much as she’s getting. I hold her in place with my hand in her hair, working it free until it spills over my fingers.
My tongue battles with hers, traces the lines of her teeth, and the full shape of her bottom lip. God, she’s delicious and so receptive that I can’t believe she’s right here in front of me.
It doesn’t take long for Melody to start shifting restlessly against me, her hands gripping my shoulders and her body arching forward so we’re connected at every possible place. I know exactly when she feels how hard I am because she breaks the kiss suddenly and gasps.
We both stare at each other, mouths only inches apart, and when I’m sure she isn’t going to bolt, I plant one hand on her ass and grind against her. The effect is instantaneous. She mewls, her hips pushing forward, wanting all the contact she can get.
My mouth comes down on hers again, and this time, it’s both my hands on her ass as I lift her into the air. Melody’s legs go around me instinctively, and she’s almost wild for the way my erection is pressing into her most sensitive places.
When her robe parts as her legs move, I can see she’s only wearing panties and a camisole beneath it, and it’s a miracle I don’t come in my pants here and now.
I keep my head about me enough to carry her to the desk, perching her on the edge while I sweep everything onto the floor so she can seat herself properly. I kick the door closed, not giving a damn when the latch doesn’t catch. This is my house, and I’ll do as I please in it.
In my mind, I tear the robe off, pull her panties aside, and sink into her all the way to the hilt in one breath. But she’s all flushed, looking up at me with that heart-shaped face, and I just can’t bring myself to be rough with her.
Even though I feel like I could bend steel with my cock so hard. My need for her is like a hunger, or something more primal, like the urge to defend what is mine and claim it absolutely.
“What?” she asks, voice quivering. “Why are you just staring at me?”
Planting a hand on the desk on either side of her, I gently bite the tendon on the long column of her neck before whispering my intentions in her ear. “Just trying to decide how to have you. I think I’m going to go with devour.”
