Chapter 3 Forbidden Desire

Carmen's POV

After the meeting, Carmen followed Crandon to his office on the 9th floor. As soon as the office door clicked shut, Carmen turned the lock. The sound echoed like a secret pact. No sooner had her fingers left the handle than Crandon grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. His mouth was on hers in a heartbeat, demanding, deep, filled with a hunger that made her head spin.

His hands roamed over her hips and up her back, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t stand an inch of space between them. His lips left hers only to travel down her neck, kissing and tasting as he whispered things that made her legs weak.

“Go to the desk,” he said, voice hoarse with need. “Turn around. I wanna taste you.”

Carmen didn’t hesitate. The way he said it made her blood rush. She walked over with slow, deliberate steps and leaned forward, placing both hands on the desk. Her oversized shirt rode up just slightly, and she glanced over her shoulder with a smirk.

“I’m ready for you,” she said, her voice low and heavy.

He shed his jacket and came up behind her, the heat of his breath teasing her ear. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered, hands brushing over her curves as he slowly slid her leggings down, leaving her bare from the waist down.

She gasped softly at the cool air on her skin, but that chill was quickly replaced by the warmth of his hands as he gripped her hips and kissed the small of her back. He lifted her shirt higher, exposing more of her, and dropped to his knees.

Closing his eyes, he leaned in, breathing her in like something sacred. “I love your smell,” he murmured.

Then he placed a slow, deliberate kiss between her thighs and moved up to her toned ass.

Carmen hissed, arching slightly. “Crandon…”

“Shhh,” he said with a teasing smirk, eyes gleaming. “Baby girl, you gotta keep it down.”

She bit her lip, hard. “That’s gonna be difficult… with that skilled tongue of yours.”

Crandon grinned and leaned in again, but this time, he went directly towards her sensitive clit and began to slowly lick. His mouth moved with purpose... exploring her, savoring her. His tongue found every sensitive place, and the pressure he applied was anything but gentle. He took his time, switching rhythm just as she thought she knew what was coming. One of his hands held her steady at the hip, the other sliding between her thighs to part her further, guiding her into deeper sensation.

Carmen had to clamp a hand over her own mouth to keep from crying out. Every stroke of his tongue sent lightning down her spine. Her thighs trembled. Her breath hitched. Her heart beat out of rhythm.

She wasn't just being touched, she was being devoured.

And still, no one outside the room would ever suspect a thing.

Crandon’s POV

Crandon leaned back in his leather chair, head tilted against the headrest, eyes closed. His breathing was still uneven. He could feel the aftershocks of Carmen’s mouth from days before in every inch of his body, even though she’d barely laid a hand on him today. That was the effect she had. A whirlwind wrapped in a five-foot-four frame with curves that never quit and a confidence that could strip a man bare without a single touch.

He reached into his drawer, grabbed a wet wipe, and slowly wiped his face, still glistening with the remnants of her. The taste of her lingered on his tongue, and part of him wanted to hold on to it, to savor it. But the other part, the one that had kept him from giving in completely for the past two months, was loud and screaming again.

“Carmen, this is wrong,” he muttered, voice heavy with guilt. “We can’t do this anymore.”

She was pulling her leggings back up, cool as ever, and turned toward him with that signature smirk that always made his resolve wobble.

“You say that every time this happens,” she said, crossing her arms under her full C-cup chest, the fabric of her oversized shirt dress hugging her hips in all the right places. “And the next day, I’m right back in here, going through the same motions. So stop telling me that bullshit.”

He sighed, his eyes trailing over her, the way her braids were pulled up into a high ponytail that exposed the elegant line of her neck, the warmth of her mocha skin, the soft roundness of her apple bottom that he’d been obsessed with since the first time he saw her bend over a filing cabinet.

She wasn’t just beautiful, she was fire. Untamed. Magnetic. Trouble in every sense of the word.

And he couldn’t stay away.

“Babe, listen to me,” he tried again, standing now, fixing his slacks. “We could get in a lot of trouble.”

Her smile was slow, teasing. “With who?” she asked, her voice full of sarcasm and heat. “We are grown, sir. And I wanna take that big cock out for a test drive, but you won’t let me. My mouth is tired of getting all the action.”

Crandon cursed under his breath as she stepped closer again, her body brushing his. Every nerve in his body lit up. He grabbed her and kissed her hard, his hands wrapping around her waist, holding her like he didn’t want to let go.

“I know,” he murmured against her lips. “But I don’t wanna get too involved.”

She pulled back, eyes narrowing. The moment snapped like a rubber band stretched too far.

“Too involved?” she echoed, then laughed, low and sharp like a warning. “Yeah, this is done.”

He blinked. “Carmen... ”

She backed away, grabbing her bag, her stance straightening with steel.

“When you mentally decide to grow a pair as big as the ones you already have,” she said, pointing toward his belt, “you call me. Until then? Stay the fuck away from me.”

The door unlocked with a sharp click. She walked out, leaving him in the thick silence of his office.

Crandon sat back down, elbows on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck.

What the hell was he doing?

She was younger. A family friend. Off-limits. But damn if she didn’t make him feel ten years younger and ten times more alive.

And now?

Now he might’ve just lost her... for good.