Page 75 of Just a Little Tempted

Raina turned, one eyebrow arched. “Simon?”

“I can’t help being a little grumpy,” I said, shrugging out of my jacket and tossing it onto one of the chairs. Her eyes tracked the movement, something shifting in their depths. “That’s what happens when I’m sexually frustrated.”

The truth was, she’d slept at my place last night. I’d woken up with her warm body pressed against mine, her hair spread across my pillow, and I’d made love to her as the sun came up. I had no legitimate reason to be frustrated at all.

But Raina clearly understood the game. A wicked smile curved her lips as she caught on.

“Mr. Powers.” Her voice took on a prim tone that made heat pool low in my belly. “That’s hardly an appropriate way to speak to your new employee on her first day back.”

I loosened my tie, pulling it free from my collar and letting it drop to the floor. “You said in your interview that you’d go above and beyond the call of duty.” There hadn’t been any interview, but for the sake of this role play it worked.

Her eyes darkened, following my hands as I started on my shirt buttons. “Well.” She reached back, fingers finding the zipper of her black dress. “I suppose I do need to keep the boss happy. For the sake of the business.”

The sound of the zipper sliding down was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Her dress pooled at her feet, and my erection strained painfully against my trousers. She stood before me in a red lace bra and matching panties that barely covered anything, the delicate fabric a stark contrast against her creamy skin.

I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

I closed the distance between us in three strides, my hands finding her waist, lifting her against me. Her legs wrappedaround my hips instinctively, her arms circling my neck, and I carried her to my desk.

I laid her out on the polished wood surface and stepped back just far enough to look at her. Blonde hair fanned around her head like a halo. Chest rising and falling with quickened breath. Eyes locked on mine, dark with want.

Mine.The thought pulsed through me, primal and possessive.

I trailed my hands down her body slowly, savoring every inch. Starting at her shoulders, I skimmed along her collarbones, over the swell of her breasts where her nipples pressed against the thin lace. I traced the curve of her ribs, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.

She shivered under my touch, her breath catching.

Then I hooked my fingers into those red lace panties and dragged them down her legs in one smooth motion. Dropping to my knees, I pulled her toward me until she was perched at the edge of the desk, thighs spread, completely open to me.

“Simon—”

I didn’t let her finish. I brought her legs over my shoulders and lowered my head. The first stroke of my tongue made her cry out, her back arching off the desk. I gripped her thighs, holding her in place as I explored her with deliberate attention—knowing exactly what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her fingers tangle in my hair and pull.

I licked up her center, circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, and dipped inside her entrance just to feel her clench around me. She tasted like heaven, and I was greedy for every drop.

“Please,” she gasped, her hips rocking against my mouth. “Simon, please—”

I sucked her clit between my lips, and she shattered.

Her orgasm crashed through her in waves, her thighs clamping around my head, her voice breaking on my name. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the tremors subsided, but I didn’t stop completely. Couldn’t stop. Not when she was this responsive, this beautiful, and allmine.

But my own need had become unbearable. My cock throbbed painfully, demanding attention, and what little patience I possessed had evaporated the moment I tasted her release.

I rose to my feet, my hands shaking slightly as I unfastened my trousers. Raina watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, still breathing hard, her skin flushed and glowing as I released my straining erection. Then I was leaning over her, positioning myself at her entrance, one hand braced beside her head and the other gripping her hip.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

Her eyes met mine—blue and bright and full of everything I’d ever wanted.

I drove forward in one powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt, and we both groaned in unison. She was still fluttering from her first orgasm, and the sensation of her inner walls gripping me nearly undid me right there. I held still for one agonizing moment, jaw clenched, fighting for control.

Then she rolled her hips, and all pretense of restraint vanished. I moved. Hard. Fast. Desperate. The pleasure was too intense, building with every stroke and every sound she made.

“More,” she gasped. “Simon—more—”

I gave her more. Gave her everything. Pounded into her with an intensity that bordered on madness, chasing a release that felt like it might break me apart.

When she came again, her body bowing off the desk, her cry muffled against my shoulder, I followed her over the edge. The orgasm tore through me like lightning, and I buried my face in her neck as I pulsed inside her.