Page 28 of Secret Paths

This kiss is nothing like the last one.

No patience. No teasing. Her tongue slides against mine and my hands lock around her waist as she presses herself into me.

Then she pulls back just far enough to speak.

“You talk such a good game.”

“I do?”

“All those clever comments. All the filthy little suggestions.”

Her fingers trail slowly down my chest.

My stomach tightens.

“You forget I’m very good with my hands.”

“I have not forgotten anything about your hands.”

She reaches my belt.

The buckle comes undone.

Then the button.

Then my zip.

I am beginning to think I should stop talking.

Her hand slips inside my boxers and closes around me.

Yep.

Definitely stop talking.

“There you are,” she murmurs.

“Mandy.”

She strokes me once, slowly enough to make my hips move before I can stop them.

Her mouth curves.

“Enjoying the assessment?”

“I’m trying to remain professional.”

“Very brave.”

Her thumb moves over the head of my cock and whatever reply I had disappears completely.

“You’re not the only one who can talk dirty,” she says.

Then she drops to her knees.

Fuck.

Her mouth closes around me and my palm flattens against the wall beside me.