“You’re brooding,” she said softly.
“I’m thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
I allowed myself the faintest smile.
She moved closer, her hands slid over my shoulders, and down my chest.
“You don’t get to disappear after a good night,” she murmured. Her fingers hook into the fabric of my shirt. “And you don’t get to hide in here.”
“I was not hiding.”
“No?” she challenged gently.
I slide a hand to her waist, pulling her closer between my knees.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” I said quietly.
Her eyes soften. “I’m awake now.”
I studied her for a long moment. Then I draw her closer, mouth brushing her collarbone.
“Perhaps,” I murmur, “Ma Belle, I should take you back to bed.”
Her breath caught softly. She pressed closer, hands sliding into my hair, lips finding mine in a kiss. The desk edge presses into her thighs as I lift her easily, settling her there.
She laughed softly against my mouth. “Maybe you should take me right here.”
“I like the way you think,” I said as I slowly moved my hands up her thighs.
Her fingers trailed down my jaw before pulling my face up and kissing me. The kiss deepened slowly. Heat was building.
I swiped at my desk, making room to lay her back. She was propped up on her elbows with her legs spread wide open before me. She was perfection. From the intoxicating look in her deep brown eyes down to her painted red toes, she was a curvy goddess.
I ran my hands all over her, up the arm covered in derby-inspired tattoos, down her chest, between her perfect breasts. I continued down over the mound of her belly and to the patch of brown curls before I pushed her strong thighs wide.
Her pink pussy glistened before me. I lowered and lay a long, leisurely lick, and her hand fisted in my hair.
“Ma Belle, you really do have the perfect pussy,” I said before I lightly traced my tongue over her clit. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but I held them open. I was going to feast.
I covered her pussy with my mouth, licking and sucking as she writhed.
I could do this forever. That thought spurred me on. I would do this forever. There were still some things to figure out, but I would figure them out. Belle would be mine.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. Belle cried out. Her legs trembled as she shook. I could do this all night . . . and I just might.
When her climax finished, I stood and pulled her to her feet before kissing her and pouring all my intentions of the life I wanted to create for us. When I finally stopped and pulled back, she had a happy, dazed look on her face.
“You are so beautiful, Ma Belle.”
She sat down and looked at me as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
We weren’t done. I pulled her close and kissed her, sliding her off the desk.
“Turn around, hands on the desk.”
She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Bossy.”
