I inhaled her scent deeply, my eyes closing and my hand slipping over her inner thigh.
She kept reading.
I just breathed her in.
Fuck, I could hold her like that all day.
Or I could’ve, if she hadn’t slid backward to press her ass against my partial erection.
She made a sheepish noise. “Sorry. This just feels really good, and I keep thinking about the knotting thing.”
“Did you just apologize for wanting to fuck me?”
There was a beat of hesitation. “Yes. We can’t have sex here, obviously. The door is glass.” She gestured toward it.
“People rarely come over here,” I said.
She glanced at the clock. “Unless they want to meet with me.”
I dragged my knuckles lightly over her clit through her pants, and she choked out a curse.
“Want me to stop?”I murmured into her mind. “I think I remember promising to make you beg me to fuck you on this desk.”
“Don’t stop. We’ll probably be fine. And if I remember right, you more recently said that I’ll never have to beg you for anything.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Yep.”
I dragged my fingers over her clit again, lightly.“Alright, I’ve got another idea.”
“I’m listening.”
I sent her a mental image through the bond, and her breathing shallowed as the desire in her scent thickened.
That was a yes.
I set her down on her chair and ducked under her desk. It was a tight fit, but I didn’t give a shit.
She slid her ass to the edge of the chair, making it easy for me to peel her leggings down her thighs and open them up.
Fuck, she was perfect.
“Stay quiet, Sugar.”
She sighed, and my grin was impossible to suppress.
Until I leaned in and had her on my tongue—then, I was fucking lost to her taste.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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Maverick workedmy clit slowly with his tongue and fingers. It took everything I had not to moan.
“You’re so fucking sweet,”he rumbled into my mind.
Being eaten out in a semi-public area was unexpected, but I was trying all sorts of new things these days.
