Corporate Suits

Submerged

This chapter's groove : 11 Something by Summerella
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"Forget him."

"What?"

"Forget him tonight, even if it's just for this moment. Forget him and let me in..." He mumbles, moving closer until his lips rest upon hers. The inevitable push and slap doesn't come. So Joe takes a leap of faith and moves his lips against hers, gently pulling her to respond.

If he goes too fast, he just might not get another opportunity.

Brianna's defenses are quickly fleeing, the white flag on it's merry way up because she's knows the minute he told her to forget, Daniel was gone.

It's scary how she can throw away thoughts of a man she's been married to for about two years just because another said so.

A slip of his tongue and she's his.

She melts, hands coming up and taking the tie off of his hair, letting his long locks free for her to play with. Brie kisses him back just as eager as he's kissing her, the lip lock becoming hotter by the second.

Her hands lightly tug his hair and that's when the inner beast bites at its leash.

Grabbing her but not too sudden to scare her, he pulls her up from the passenger's side into his lap. His hands blindly fumble for the engine keys, turning it and cutting the car off to preserve it's battery and gas.

Joe groans when Brianna wiggles around to get comfortable, he pulls his seat back from the steering wheel using the lever on the side. Now in a better position their make-out session is continued, Brianna giving a low whine at the invasion of Joe's tongue.

His hands stay at the small of her back, he's not really reaching much because he's already testing his luck by kissing her alone. He wants her to be the one to dictate the pace. Where they end will be entirely up to her, I mean it would be extremely cruel if she came to her senses too late, but Roman would endure a case of blue balls if it came down to it.

But it seems that right now in this moment Brie feels frisky. Her lips connect to his neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin of his jugular, causing Joe to groan in delight. Her hands however are below his waist, untucking his black Under Armour shirt and pushing it up, revealing his bronze skin and built upper body in the process.

"Off," is all she has to say and Joe immediately obeys, arms as high as the car permits and she pulls the garment off. Her nails scratch gently at his inked arm, tracing the meticulous designs at a slow pace. "What's the meaning of this?"

"It's almost like Samoan armor. The sharp points being the weapons and whatnot." He sums up shortly. She leans down, kissing his shoulder. Then his collarbone. Then up his neck, kissing the love bite she left on his skin, and then his jaw, ignoring the scruff of facial hair before stopping at his face.

It's like this where he looks completely vulnerable and submissive to her, a sight that she finds herself liking the more she sees it. A hand is on his cheek, gently stroking before she leans in and kisses him again.

"Can I ask a question?" He's cautious.

She hums her approval, fingers running through his hair.

"Why are you letting this happen? You keep looking at me for long periods of time before kissing me. I mean- not saying that I don't want this to happen because God knows I do-"

"Because it's you. Looking at you, I know that I shouldn't be in your lap right now, that I should've never let you kiss me in the first place. It's me confirming that I want to kiss you. That I am gonna kiss you. That I did kiss you."