Page 100 of Say My Name

“Dominic.”

“Quiet.” The word is rougher than I intended, born from a sudden need to hear everything she doesn’t say.“”

She glances at the covered walls. “The floor is empty.”

“Then you can try.”

I put my mouth on her.

Her palms slide across the glass, but she keeps them where I told her. I work my tongue over her clit, slowly at first, then with the firm pressure that makes her hips lift. She tries to close her thighs around me, and I hold them open.

“All these years,” she says, already breathless. “We were just supposed to be working.”

I slide two fingers inside her and curl them. “We were.”

“You thought about this anyway.”

“Every time you argued with me from this desk.”

Her hand leaves the glass and grips my hair.

I stop.

“Seriously?” she asks.

“Where does your hand belong?”

“You can’t expect perfect compliance while you’re doing that.”

“I expect you to choose.”

She returns her hand to the desk, her jaw tight, and the silent choice is hotter than any word she could have said.

“You chose. Now hold still.”

I give her what she asked for until her thighs tremble against my shoulders, then rise before she can come.

Elena glares at me. “Why did you stop?”

I move between her legs. “Because I want to feel it.”

She pulls my shirt open, sending one button across the desk. “Then take your clothes off.”

She opens my belt and trousers while I drag off my shirt. Her fingers close around my cock, and the first firm stroke tears a curse out of me.

“There you are,” she says, satisfaction flickering in her eyes.

She strokes me again. I grip her wrist and bring her hand back to the desk. “You asked for the unrestrained version.”

Elena’s breath hitches when I turn her around.

I guide her forward until her palms meet the glass desktop and bend over her, my mouth close to her ear. Her reflection is faint in the dark window beyond the blinds, her cheeks flushed and her skirt bunched at her waist.

“Do you want me like this?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Without a condom?”