Page 99 of Say My Name

I take one step.

Elena closes the rest of the distance, fists both hands in my shirt, and kisses me.

Her mouth opens under mine, and I catch her waist as she pulls me against her. I kiss her harder, done pretending I can keep this contained once she has chosen it. She tastes like mint and the coffee she stopped drinking hours ago. I’d watched the cup sit untouched on her desk while she worked.

She pushes my jacket from my shoulders. It lands over the chair she uses for senior executives who arrive prepared to challenge her numbers. Her hands move to my tie, dragging the knot down without taking the time to undo it properly.

I close one hand around the back of her neck and make myself pull away.

“Still yes?”

Her cheeks are flushed, and her lipstick is smeared at one corner. “Yes.”

“The office?”

“Yes.” She grips my tie and draws me back toward her. “I locked the door because I want you here, Dominic.”

I kiss her again.

She backs into the desk and lifts herself onto the edge before I can do it for her. The move sends a neat stack of reports sliding. Elena catches them with one hand, puts them on the credenza, and reaches for me again.

“You cleared your desk,” I say against her mouth.

“I moved confidential files. Don’t make it more romantic than it was.” The blend of foresight and determined practicality is so uniquely her.“”

I laugh and slide my hands beneath her skirt. “You planned it.”

Her legs open around my hips.

I kiss the place below her ear that makes her nails dig into my shoulders. “You spent the afternoon thinking about this.”

“You spent it waiting for me to ask.”

“Yes.”

Her fingers pause against my collar.

I draw her lower lip between my teeth. Elena makes an impatient sound and reaches between us for my belt.

“No.” I catch her wrist, needing her to understand this isn’t about speed, it’s about control. I press her hand flat on the desk beside her hip.

Her eyes sharpen. “No?”

“You asked for the man who’s been holding back in this office for four years.” I guide her other hand down beside her. “Tell me to stop if this isn’t what you want.”

She studies my face. “Don’t stop.”

I slide one hand beneath her skirt again. “Keep your hands there.”

“For how long?”

“Until I tell you otherwise. Yes?”

Her thighs tighten around me. “Yes, Dominic.”

I kiss her while I drag her underwear down. She lifts her hips to help, keeping both palms against the desk until the lace reaches her knees. I take it the rest of the way and set it beside her laptop.

I push her skirt higher and lower myself into the chair in front of her. Elena gasps when I spread her legs and pull her to the edge of the desk.