"And if I lose?" I whisper.
"If you beg," he growls, his hand sliding up my side, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin under my arm, "you stay. You stay in this house, in my bed, under my rules. And you tell me the name of the mole."
My heart is thrashing against my ribs. It’s a terrible bet. It’s statistically insane. But the sheer, physical yearning eating me alive wants this so badly. My nipples are screaming for his mouth. My clit is throbbing, aching for the touch of his hand.
Plus, I’m dead sure I won’t be begging for anything, I can do this.
"Deal," I breathe.
Lorcan smirks—a dark, wicked expression that tells me I’ve just stepped into a trap. He reaches over and hits the button on his desk clock, the digital numbers red against the dark wood.
10:00. The countdown begins.
He doesn't waste a second. He grabs my waist and hoists me onto the edge of his desk. My dress slides up my thighs, exposing my damp lace panties to his view. He looks at the dark, wet patch in the center of the silk, and a heavy growl escapes his throat.
"Slick for me already," he mutters, his voice thick with a dominant, possessive heat. "You’ve been thinking about this all day."
He leans in and captures my mouth.
It’s a brutal, devastating kiss. His tongue thrusts deep, claiming my mouth with a raw, heavy force that takes my breath away. He tastes like coffee, and I meet him with a desperate, sobbing gasp, my hands flying to his bare shoulders. I grip his muscle, my nails digging into his skin as he grinds his mouth against mine.
His hand slides up my thigh, his rough fingers tracing the edge of my panties. He doesn't go under them. Not yet. He just uses the flat of his palm to press against my clit, rubbing through the damp silk in a slow, heavy circle.
"Ah!" I gasp against his lips, my hips bucking up against his hand.
"Shh," he murmurs, his lips dragging down my jaw, down the long, sensitive line of my neck. He bites the tender skin at the junction of my shoulder, and a sharp, wet cry escapes me. "Don't make noise, Atara. Save your breath. You have nine minutes left."
He pulls the straps of my dress down, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the office. They are swollen, my nipples dark and agonizingly stiff. Lorcan looks at them, his eyes wild, and then he drops his head.
He sucks one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak before he bites down gently.
"Oh god!" I scream, my back arching off the desk. My fingers tangle in his dark hair, pulling him closer, begging for the pressure. The pleasure is so intense it feels like a white-hot wire running straight from my breast to the heavy, throbbing ache between my legs.
He moves to the other breast, sucking and biting, while his hand continues to grind against my clit through the wet silk. I’m vibrating. I’m a mess, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
He stops.
He pulls his hand away. He pulls his mouth off my breast, leaving my skin wet and cold in the air-conditioned room.
I open my eyes, my vision blurry with tears. "Lorcan..."
"Seven minutes," he whispers.
He reaches down, hooks his fingers into the waistband of my damp panties, and rips them down my legs. He throws them onto the floor. I am completely bare on his desk, my thighs splayed, my core exposed to his gaze. I’m dripping wet, the clear, sweet slickness of my arousal glistening on my skin.
Lorcan kneels between my thighs.
He drops his face directly into my heat.
His tongue is a hot, heavy muscle that laps at my slickness. He finds my clit and sucks it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the hyper-sensitive little bead
"Oh!" I cry out, my hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles are white. My hips are bucking frantically, trying to force his face deeper, trying to find the release that is hovering just out of reach. "Lorcan, oh god..."
"What do you want, Atara?" he murmurs against my wet skin, his hot breath sending a wave of goosebumps down my thighs. He slides two thick fingers inside me, stretching me, while his thumb lightly pinches my clit. "Tell me what you want."
"Make me cum," I sob, the tears running down my cheeks now. My body is on fire. The pleasure is too much, a heavy, agonizing buildup that is driving me to the brink of insanity. I want to explode. I need to explode. “Lorcan. I can't... I can't hold it."
"Not yet," he growls.
