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He kicked his chair out of the way. It rolled over and banged into the bookcase full of his old law school books.
Damn, I loved when he got all growly and intense.
He crouched before me, bunching up the frothy fabric of the skirt an inch at a time. “This thing is practically see-through.”
“Is that right?”
“Fuck.” He dragged his nose along the inside of my thigh. “Were you thinking about this? Will I find you wet and ready for me?”
I swung my legs a little, gripping the edge of his desk. “Maybe.”
“Part your legs, Miss Moon.”
I transferred one hand between my thighs to stabilize myself. “Like that?”
“Don’t block my view.”
I slipped my hand closer to my pussy. “Should I tell you if I’m wet?”
His hands clamped on each of my knees, widening me even farther. “Yes.”
I dragged my palm over my center and hissed out a breath. Wet didn’t cover it. Even with just a few kisses, I was definitely ready to go.
Because his dark eyes were near-black with lust, I dragged my fingers through the slickness waiting there.
“Let me taste.” His voice was hoarse.
I lifted my hand to his mouth and he sucked my two middle fingers, his tongue scraping every last bit of me away.
I let out a shaky breath and drew my wet fingers out of his mouth to cup my breast. I leaned back a bit and hooked one knee over his sh
oulder. “More?”
“Everything.” He pulled me closer, stretching me so he could get to every part of me. I arched my back and cried out his name as he twirled that clever tongue around my clit before closing his mouth around me to invade.
Fingers, tongue, breath—he used every tool he had but one.
By the time he was done with me, I’d slumped onto my back and the heels of my boots had taken a chunk out of his desk. I was a quivering shell of my former self. Breathing was optional, but a very self-satisfied male was grinning from between my legs.
I draped my arm over my face so I didn’t kick him. As usual, he’d flipped the script. I’d come here ready to seduce, yet I was the one trying to remember how to use words. “Smug bastard.”
He stood and peeled open his dress pants. “Maybe.”
Yeah, he’d earned his smug bastard status. Then I was getting hauled up to a seated position.
“This will no longer be my assistant’s desk—unless you’re the assistant.”
“You deliberately tried to muddle my brain before you asked that question again.” Not that it was in the form of a question, damn him. He’d been trying to get me to work for him since he’d inked the papers on the building.
I was going to work for him, but he didn’t need to know that part yet.
He nudged my legs open again and lifted my skirt puddled between us. I released a slow breath as he stroked the head of his cock along my wildly sensitive center. “I would never do such a thing.”
Then he was sliding forward, filling me like no one else ever could.
Ever would again.
I lifted my legs so I could bring him in closer, then tightened around him inside and out. He groaned against my neck. His fingers dug into my hips with each pulsing mini-stroke. I wound my arms around his shoulders, locking us tight.
