Addictive Lunacy by N. Isabelle Blanco Page A

gripped my dress shirt and a sound left her that nearly pushed me to my knees. Next thing I knew, we were stumbling, I was pressing her against the desk, and one of her tiny hands had wrapped around my neck.
    Lord help me, she brought me closer. And...her tongue. I felt her tongue.
    “Demi.” I moaned biting her lower lip and using the hold I had on her jaw to coax her mouth open. That delicious sound left her mouth again and she tilted her head, allowing me access and even sliding out her tongue to meet mine as it slid in.
    This time my knees did jerk. I let go of her face and grabbed her hips hard, moaning into her mouth at the feel of her.
    I’d been unwillingly fantasizing about her for months, touching her now was debilitating. I swirled my tongue around hers, my hands tightening and my fingers sliding an inch back. The curve of her ass called to me but a part of me was afraid to move too fast.
    Hell, I was already going too fast. But again, she was allowing me to and her taste was sheer intoxication. The way her tongue slid against mine, the movements wet and slightly shy... 
    “Fuck,” I gasped, realizing that while delicious, her movements seemed unpracticed.
    Uncertain.
    I breathed deeply, nipping lightly at her bottom lip because I couldn’t bring myself to fully pull away. “Don’t...God, girl. Don’t tell me I just stole your first kiss.”
    Demitra shook her head, her eyes focused on my mouth with an intensity that made me twitch. “No, I just haven’t...” then she pulled away, a look of embarrassment crossing her face. “Is it that obvious?” Her voice was small when she asked, her cheeks darkening and her stare dropping.
                  “What?” I replied, cupping her chin and forcing her to look back up at me. “What are you talking about?”
    Demitra pulled her face away from me and adjusted her glasses in a move that made my cock impossibly harder. A move I’ve seen so many times over the last few months and one that got me every time.
    “I’ve only been with one guy...for a little while...”
     
    “Stop.” I actually growled, my vision flaring red at the images that her admission caused. My hips thrust into her and my hands became vicious. My chest was still vibrating with remnants of that growl as I pressed my lips to her jaw, exhaled roughly and tried to bring the irrational and unprecedented jealousy pounding through me under control.
    Suddenly, my brain was twisting with curiosity that my dick was backing up. After all, he rationalized, we needed to know what we were getting into if we were going to get into it.
    Jesus, I really am sick.
    And hard. So hard and aching deep down in my bones. I was anxious to claim the little trembling body against me.
    “Tell me,” I panted, my teeth grazing her jaw. The sound that left her was a bomb, made specifically to turn the walls of my control into ash.  “How far have you gone?...Are you a virgin?”
    I knew those questions were me taking it too far. I knew it was tactless of me to ask about her sexual history when we were nothing more than employee and employer. Old family acquaintances, at best.
    I’d completely crossed the border of ‘sexual harassment’ and if she so choose, I was entering the territory of ‘attempted rape’.
    Demi mumbled, tilting her head and giving me more access. “No. Only once. It was...painful. Short.”
    “How old was that fucker?” I snapped, part of me enraged that someone could have access to her body and not treat it right.
    Another part of me, I won’t lie, was thrilled as much as it was infuriated. Thrilled because my body was gung-ho to show her pleasure. Infuriated because someone else had the nerve to touch her and try to pleasure her first.
    “My age. It was around six months ago. Why?”
    Her reply should’ve doused the fires eradicating my thought processes. The reminder of her age should’ve forced me away from her, but her skin was so mouth-watering that I couldn’t