Page 75 of Playing Mr. Perfect

“What? I’m just thinking about you thinking about me and wondering if you were thinking about kissing me.”

“I was definitely thinking about that.” Her cheeks pink up, and she whispers, “Among other things.”

Is my reckless girl coming out to play? “Were you remembering how good my hands felt on your body?” I slide my hands down her back, palming her ass, and press my hips forward.

“Yes.”

I brush my lips over hers, and she inhales a ragged breath. “Did you miss me touching you here?” I bring my hand to her breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple, and feel it pebble through her dress.

“God, yes.”

I kiss the corner of her mouth, loving the whimper it draws. “Were you thinking about how good my mouth felt between your legs?”

“Yes. So good.” She grabs my arms, holding tight. “Did you think about me?”

There’s my reckless girl. “Every second we were apart.” I kiss her neck, and she moans. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

“Same,” she whispers.

“Were you thinking about how much you enjoyed being tied to the bed, at my mercy?”

She makes another needy sound, her fingers pressing into my arms. I didn’t plan on getting dirty with her this morning, but fuck. I’m as hard as stone, and the want in her eyes is inescapable. I drag my tongue along the shell of her ear, rasping gruffly, “Were you remembering the feel of my cock taking you inch by inch as our bodies came together?” Another whimper escapes her lips. “And how good it felt when I was buried deep inside you, your sweet pussy squeezing me as you came?”

“Clay.” The breathy plea is drenched in need.

“Fuck, baby. I’m trying to behave, but it’s not possible with you. Are you wet for me, Reckless?”

“Yes.”

“Can you be ten minutes late for work?”

“Yes.”

I push the door shut and back her up against it, crushing my mouth to hers, unleashing the desire I’ve been trying desperately to ignore. I pull up her dress and push my hand into her silk panties, cursing as my fingers slide through her wetness. “So wet, my sexy girl.” I reclaim her mouth, pushing my fingers inside her and using my thumb on her clit, stroking her to feverish heights. She’s moaning, rocking against my hand, and it’s not nearly enough. “I need my mouth on you.”

I tug her panties down to her thighs, keeping them bound by the flimsy silk, and spread her thighs far enough to get my mouth between them. Then I give her what we both need. She gasps and moans as I lick and suck, using my teeth and tongue. Her greedy sounds rocket through me. “So fucking sweet,” I grit out, aching to be inside her, and use my hands and mouth to send her soaring, her sinful sounds echoing around us.

As her body quivers through the last ripples of pleasure, I lick every last drop and press kisses to her inner thighs. When I kiss her swollen clit, she inhales sharply, and I can’t help going back for seconds. “Ohgod, Clay—” She clings to my shoulders, and it doesn’t take long before she cries out, “Yesyesyes—” I stay with her, fucking her with my fingers, licking and sucking, memorizing every wanton sound. When she finally comes down from the peak, she collapses over me, trying to catch her breath.

I drag her panties the rest of the way down and help her step out of them. I push to my feet with those sexy panties in hand. Her eyes flutter open, intoxicatingly sated and impossibly gorgeous. “Feel better, beautiful?”

“Uh-huh,” she pants out.

“You can’t wear these to work with come on them.” I show her the panties and lick her essence from them. Her eyes widen. “My favorite flavor.”

I put them in the pocket of my sweats and fix her dress, before taking that sweet, willing mouth in a ravenous kiss. She comes away hazy eyed. “Don’t wear panties to work today, baby.”

She blinks several times. “I can’t do that. Min and I are working on a prototype, and I have software training on my new accounting system and a meeting with a neurologist who’s consulting on our project.”

“Are you worried they’ll get you hot and bothered?”

“No, but I’ve never gone without underwear to work or anywhere else.”

“Another first.” A grin stretches across my face. “I’ll be hard all day thinking about you bare and ready for me, squirming in your chair every time you think of me.”

Her cheeks pink up, but the heat in her eyes tells me she likes that idea.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, but you should know that it’s also okay if you do.” I cradle her face in my hands and brush my thumb over her lower lip. “What do you say, sweetheart? Want to be reckless with me? It’ll be our dirty little secret. Nobody will know.”