Her heart pounded harder, her body yearned for his. He stopped inches away, his body dwarfing hers. He was all man, all alpha, and all hers.
He set her laptop bag on the chair. When he turned back, she threw her arms around him, pressed her lips to his, and kissed him with everything she had. And he met her energy with a torrent of his own. He snaked his arm around her waist, cradled her neck in his other hand. She was locked against him. Only clothing separated them.
Desire sprung from her core and she growled into their embrace.
“You make me crazy,” he rasped.
The blur of the next several seconds took her breath away. The office door got locked, their pants ended up on the floor, and he’d her pinned beneath him on the sofa.
“I want to make you beg for a release,” he said.
“Yasssss,” she hissed, her body on fire. The need to feel him gliding inside her rocketed over all other thoughts, the throbbing between her legs impossible to ignore.
And then, he slid his hand up her sweater and teased her nipple with his thumb, tweaking it with his thumb and finger. Bolts of lightning jolted through her.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“Love it,” she bleated.
He moved her lacy bra out of the way and covered her other nipple with his mouth. Mini-explosions had her writhing on the black leather sofa. He cupped her breast, tugged on her plump nipple with his pearly whites, while her body bowed to his.
“I want to bring you all the pleasure,” he rasped as he tugged off her thong, stroked the inside of her thigh.
When his finger grazed her pussy, she groaned. “More, I need more.”
He teased and stroked, caressed and explored. When he replaced his talented fingers with his cock, she stifled a cry of ecstasy as his massive shaft glided inside her soaked core.
His deep thrusts and passionate kisses reminded her that he was in control, but only because she gave it so freely. He was her ultimate escape. Being with Tank was better than any vacation she’d ever taken. He was her happy place and, as she soaked up his rugged good looks, she surrendered to the ecstasy.
Euphoria pounded through her for several glorious secondswhile white-hot pleasure filled every pore in her body. His release was a series of garbled words and muffled moans as he stared into her eyes and climaxed inside her.
Together, they lay there catching their breaths and relishing in the carnal lust that snared them like rabbits.
“I love you, Sydney,” he murmured. “It doesn’t get any better than you.”
“It does,” she whispered. “It doesn’t get any better thanus.”
“Touché,” he said.
She kissed him. “That was a fun quickie.”
“You turn me into a beast.”
“Then, I ride you like one.” She winked at him.
They cleaned up, got dressed.
“Reality sucks,” she said, and he chuffed out a laugh.
“It’s all about balance, and that’s coming from someone who has none.”
As she unearthed her laptop, he said, “Sit at my desk.”
“Always the gentleman.” As she eased into his executive chair, she said, “I know you need to get out there, but you gotta hear what we’re up against.”
“Go.”
“I signed up on the TSM app as Sierra Turner, and you’re my first client. I signed you up as TS, which gives you access to the app.”
