Page 61 of Never To Be Mine

My hands went to his belt, yanking it open with more force than finesse. Hollis made a low sound in his throat, something between a laugh and a growl. He stood up from the desk and helped me shove his jeans and boxers down. He was already hard, thick and hot against my palm when I wrapped my fingers around him.

My. God.

I reached for his shirt, yanking it up and over his head in one impatient tug. He helped, tossing it aside, and for a moment I just stared. Broad shoulders, defined chest, abs that looked carved from all that running and yoga he bragged about indirectly through his brand.

His body made my mouth dry and my core wet.

Hollis didn’t give me long to enjoy the view. His hands went to my blouse, fingers making quick work of the buttons until it slipped off my shoulders. I reached behind me to unhook my bra, but the moment my arms came up, doubt crept in.

The fluorescent lights left zero room to hide. I wasn’t the lithe yoga-pants-and-sports-bra type that crowded his booth at the expo. I had hips. A belly that wasn’t flat. Breasts that spilled over my hands when I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide what LA had spent years telling me should be smaller, tighter, less.

Hollis caught both my wrists in one of his big hands and pulled them gently away. “Oh hell no,” he said, voice low and rough. His eyes dragged over me like. The heat in them burned away the urge to shrink back. “Don’t you dare hide from me, Juno. Not when you’ve been driving me crazy for weeks.”

He let go, but only so his hands could settle on my waist, thumbs stroking over the soft skin there. The way he looked at me like I was exactly what he wanted chased away my inhibitions. He stepped closer, chest brushing mine, and kissed me again. It was much slower this time.

I let my hands explore him in return, tracing the ridges of muscle, feeling the way his breath hitched when my fingers dipped lower. I’d had my look, and now I wanted more. I wanted to feel him, taste him, lose myself in the way he made me forget every professional line I’d drawn.

He unzipped my skirt and slid it down along with my panties in one smooth motion, leaving me bare. The air-conditioned air felt cool against my skin until he pulled me close. His heat pressed against me, making me shiver.

His mouth moved to my neck and then my collarbone. Every kiss chased the last of my self-consciousness away. In his eyes I wasn’t too much or not enough. I was wanted. Desired. Beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with magazine covers and everything to do with the raw need in his gaze.

I reached between us again, stroking him. He groaned against my skin.

“Juno, you make me crazy,” he breathed. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me easily onto the edge of his desk.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, surrendering to the heat that had been building since the first time I’d yelled at him across a crowded expo floor.

He slipped his hand between my legs. “Oh, Juno,” he murmured. “You’re so wet for me.”

My head dropped back as his fingers slipped inside me.

“I knew you would be,” he whispered. “I’ve been thinking about you like this for too long.”

I moaned in response. His magic fingers worked inside me, taking me right to the edge of ecstasy.

“Condom,” I managed, breathless. “Now.”

He reached past me, fumbling in a desk drawer without breaking the kiss. The rip of foil was loud in the quiet office.

I wasn’t surprised a man like him was prepared. He rolled it on and I practically salivated at the sight of his hand sliding down his own length.

Stepping forward, Hollis lined his cock up with my entrance. Both of us hesitated for a brief second, breathless. And then he slid inside me inch by slow inch.

The stretch burned in the best way. I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning too loud. His hands gripped my hips like he was afraid I’d vanish.

“Fuck, Juno,” he breathed. “You feel incredible.”

I didn’t answer with words. My hands slid down his back. His muscles rippled under my palms. He buried his face in my neck. His mouth was hot, teeth scraping just enough to make me melt.

I gasped as he thrust deeper, my nails digging into his back. The desk creaked beneath us with every movement, but there was no one around to hear us. His rhythm built slowly at first, then harder. Each stroke sent sparks racing through my body. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him in, meeting him thrust for thrust. Heat coiled low in my belly, tightening with every slide of his delicious cock.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, arching into him.

His mouth found mine again, swallowing the sound, his tongue mirroring the rhythm below. One of his hands slid between us, fingers finding that perfect spot above where we joined. His thumb circled with just enough pressure to make me cry out. My head fell back with a long moan dragging across my lips.

He took the opportunity to kiss down my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

I felt the tension build fast. My hands roamed over every inch of him I could reach—those broad shoulders, the flex of muscle in his arms as he held me steady, the way his abs tightened with each movement. He was beautiful, and he was mine in this moment, focused entirely on me.