Chapter 16

Sixteen

H ollis

“What about after?”

I tear my gaze away from Maple’s sweet, rosy nipples and full breasts. How lovely to finally see them from this angle.

But Maple’s face is serious, and it concerns me.

“After what?” I ask.

She bites her lip, and all I want to do is suck that lip into my mouth until she forgets whatever troubles her. But I let her finish.

“You said you would stick with me until we’re through this ordeal. So I want to know, is what we’re doing here just sex? Like…just the final act of our adventure? Or is this something? Is there something real between us?”

I am an absolute ass. How did I let it get this far without any reassurances?

“Maple, I didn’t need a chaos demon to show me what I wanted. I wanted you in my life before yesterday.”

She sucks in a breath. “You did?”

“I wanted you the second I saw you. I’ve kept my distance because I didn’t want to do anything inappropriate as your superior. But I knew I just wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to be near you. And after all this, I’m even more sure of it. You’re my girl, Maple.”

“I am?”

As I talk to her, I can’t stop touching her soft skin. The lines of her neck and collarbone, her silky hair, her lips swollen from our kissing.

“If you want to be. I don’t do these things—I don’t even have sex dreams—with just anyone. I’m seriously crazy about you, baby.”

Maple closes her eyes, and I worry she will start crying again. But she flutters them open and says, “Call me that again.”

Swiftly I roll Maple under me. She gasps as I capture one hard nipple into my mouth, sucking, licking, and grazing it with my teeth, coaxing out the tight bud.

“I’m all yours, baby. You’re mine.”

I nest myself between her legs, and she greedily wraps me up in the grip of her thighs. We need to get rid of these bottoms. Fast.

Hmm, but I want to make sure this is good for her, and I do like paying close attention to these gorgeous tits.

I keep going, nuzzling the rough fuzz of my chin over her supple skin, raking my fingers and lips over her breasts. Memorizing every curve, committing to memory everything I do that makes her moan.

“Hollis…please.”

Fuck, she feels good when she twitches under me, pushing her groin against me. I laugh softly.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes…please!” Maple rasps.

“Let’s find out,” I murmur, locking my gaze onto hers as I tug her panties to the side and sink one finger into her welcoming folds.

“Shit!” Maple hisses.

“God, you’re wetter”—I swirl my finger around and then bring it to my lips, letting her watch me clean it off—“and sweeter than you were in my dreams.”

Her whimpers tug at my resolve.

I sink two fingers back into her wet heat, my cock aching to be free.

“Take it out, Hollis,” she hisses. “I need it. Now. Please.”

Mostly, I’ve gotten over my conceited ways with her. But not totally.

“You want it, baby? You take it out.”