Rocco’s hand moved slowly up her hip.
“Fuck,” Rocco said, tension in his words, as he discovered her secret.
Jemma stared ahead at the glass doors covering the bookshelves behind the desk. She could see the person still hovering in the shadows.
Taking a step back, she leaned against Rocco, pressing her ass against his erection as his hand caressed her skin and found a place between her thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Rocco whispered against her neck. “You want to do this? Now?” He asked the question as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid the zipper down.
“Why not?” Jemma said. “We have time.”
She glanced at the phone. Lenny and the team had cracked the encryption. Lines of code blurred on the screen as the copying began. It wouldn’t be long now.
Rocco’s fingertips stroked between her thighs, rubbing against her soaked clit. His shallow breath was hot on her neck as his body pressed tight against her.
“You want it like this?” His words husky. “From behind?”
“Is that one of your fantasies?” Jemma asked, her excitement ratcheting higher.
“You’re killing me, Jemma.” He trailed kisses along her neck. “Are you sure?”
“If you ask me that one more time, I’m going to?—”
Rocco pressed his hand against her back, bending her over the desk. His hands were rough as he yanked the sides of her dress up to her waist. His mouth peppered her shoulder with kisses. He pressed his leg between hers, spreading her wider to give him better access to her aching clit.
"Rocco..." she whimpered, shifting the phones until they were hidden, pressed between the desk and her chest. The gentle rubbing of his fingers against her clit sent waves of pleasurecoursing through her, and she bit her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. His touch was electric, and it was all she could do not to give in too soon.
Eyes trained on the reflection in the glass, the shadow moved further into view of the open doorway. She almost cursed as she recognized the man watching them—Vance Neville. The one person they needed to keep from discovering what they were up to.
Rocco’s tongue flicked out and traced the sensitive skin behind her ear before dancing along the side of her neck. Jemma gasped at the sensation. She felt every inch of him against her, his hardness rubbing between her ass cheeks.
She wanted to be filled entirely by him.
His mouth hovered over her ear. His warm breath against her already flushed skin. When Rocco spoke, his words arrested her. “Are we being watched?”
“Yes …” Jemma moaned.
Rocco grunted and stiffened. She could feel a coolness wafting from him that dampened the mood. His mouth brushed over her ear as he said, “Is that the only reason why you’re doing … this?”
He waited for her to respond.
Her mind cycled through everything she could say until she settled on the truth. This situation was the only way she’d allow herself to indulge in what she wanted from him. What she’d always wanted from him. “I want you so fucking bad. I need you … now.”
Chapter 31
“You need me?” A low growl rumbled in Rocco's throat, a primal sound that echoed against Jemma's delicate neck. He fiercely whispered back, “You have me. I’ll take you however and whenever you’re willing to give yourself to me.”
“Prove it,” Jemma challenged. “Show me how much you want this.”
A soft grunt escaped him as his arousal twitched near her entrance. He kissed her neck, then said, “You asked for it.”
He bucked against her ass, thrusting inside her tight opening. She inhaled sharply and moaned his name. The feeling of her stretching around him was intoxicating. Her heat coated his cock in a dizzying pleasure. He thrust harder and faster, pushing deeper and deeper into her tight channel.
Jemma gasped, the sound muffled as her head pressed against the wooden surface. Her arms were outstretched, gripping the edges of the desk for dear life as he pounded into her. Stars formed in his vision as their bodies moved rhythmically together, and he knew this was what heaven must feel like.
His cock fit perfectly inside of her.
The sensation was raw and intense.
