I let out an exasperated breath while twitching in the chair. “Fine. I’ll get new ones. Are we done?”
His jaw tensed. “No, we’re not.”
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “Brett, you obviously didn’t bring me here to talk about my shoes. What’s wrong with my job performance?”
“Nothing.”
I shook my head. “Then why—”
“I have a proposition for you,” his voice lowered.
“Um…what kind of proposition?” My palms went clammy as my heart thumped hard.
He smirked. “I think you know.”
I shook my head.
He closed the distance between us and wrapped his hands around my wrists, pinning them to the arms of the chair.
My mouth went dry and my core clenched at being restrained by him. Oh God, this was not good.
Brett leaned in, his hot breath scorching my neck. The scent of musky cologne invaded my nostrils, making my mouth water.
His lips grazed my ear before he bit down gently. “I want to fuck you, Evvie.”
I gasped. He wanted…oh God.
My mouth opened and closed but words wouldn’t form on my tongue. I was frozen, captivated by his smug stare as he continued to breathe hard against my neck.
I licked my lips. “Me?”
He grinned and ran his hands up my arms, sending goose bumps along my skin. His fingers, although gentle, were strong, letting me know that there was no way I was leaving anytime soon.
He brushed his nose along my neck, inhaling deep. “You’ve never had a man tell you they want to fuck you, Evvie?”
I swallowed. “Not…like that.”
He grazed his teeth along my jaw line making my lips tingle. God, I wanted him to kiss me, to devour my mouth until I couldn’t breathe.
“Evvie?” He lifted his head and looked down at me, his beautiful eyes filling with a level of lust I had never seen before. No man had ever straight out told me what he wanted from me. The honesty from Brett, although overwhelming, was kind of refreshing also.
“Why?”
He frowned. “I want to show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”
I bit my bottom lip. “I…I’ve been with men.”
He smiled, looking down at my mouth. “Did they make you scream their name?”
My breath caught. “Um…”
He leaned back down to my neck and licked over my ear lobe. “Give you orgasm after orgasm, Evvie?”
“Brett,” I breathed.
“Did they?” Brett gripped the back of the chair and looked down at me.
“Does it matter?” I whispered.
“It does. Every woman should experience hours of raw passion at least once in their life.”
My eyes searched his face and my breath caught.
He smiled.
My skin tingled, every muscle tensing at holding back from diving into his arms. I wasn’t experienced when it came to sex but I knew that Brett could teach me things. Unleash a part of myself that I had never seen.
His gaze roamed down my body, the short skirt barely stopping mid-thigh. The tight black V-neck t-shirt sporting cleavage making him lick his lips like he wanted to ravish me.
Brett ran his thumb up the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my body. “Are you single?”
I frowned. “Brett.”
“Answer me,” he demanded.
I swallowed. “Why?”
He smirked and leaned towards me, his mouth mere inches from mine. “I need to know what’s stopping me before I fuck you, Evvie.”
“Who says you can, even if I am single?”
His eyes darkened and he ran a thumb over my bottom lip, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. “Answer. Me.”
I looked down at his mouth and met his gaze. “I’m single.”
He trailed a finger along my jaw. “Good. Then I don’t see what the problem is.”
“I’m not going to be one of your sluts, Brett.”
His jaw tensed and he pinched my chin before looking down at my mouth. “I don’t want you to be one of my sluts. But after one night with me, I guarantee that you’ll be begging me for more.”
A laugh escaped my lips. “Confident much, aren’t you?”
He breathed against my mouth. Even though we weren’t touching yet, the air crackled between us. The current so strong, it took my breath away.
“I know what I want, Evvie.”
I crossed my arms under my chest and lifted my chin. “Yeah and what’s that?”
In a quick move he grabbed my hands, lifting me to my feet. He held my wrists in one hand and pushed me up against the desk.
My breath came out in short gasps as he pressed his erection between my legs. He ran a hand up the back of my leg, reaching under my skirt and squeezed my ass. I moaned at the rough touch of his hands on me. More.