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“What’re you doing?”
“I’ll be right back,” he ground out, and congratulated himself silently on being able to speak at all.
“You’re leaving?” She sounded outraged and he couldn’t blame her. Hell, he could barely move for the pain in his hard, aching groin.
“No.” He walked across the office, flipped the lock on the door and came back to her in a blink. “I’m making sure no one’s going to walk in before we’re finished.”
“Oh, good. We’re not finished.”
“Not even close.”
She nodded, licked her lips and sent a jolt of electricity to his dick. “Then locking the door was a good idea.”
“I thought so.” He walked to the other side of his desk, pulled open a middle drawer and took out the box of condoms he’d bought that morning when they’d stopped to get more diapers for Emma. Sadie was still watching him, and this time, she smiled. “I love a man who’s prepared for any situation.”
He disregarded the L word and went with what they were both feeling. “I bought these today. In case we actually did what we were working up to.”
“Good call.”
“But I don’t want to wait until tonight.” It cost him, this fight for control. His voice was thin, strained as he looked at her.
Her curls tumbled around her face. Her breasts were displayed in all their glory and her delicious lips parted as she slowly, deliberately, licked them again. This time, he could see, in anticipation.
“Neither do I.” She scooted off the edge of the desk and shrugged her shirt and bra off. “Now, Ethan. We can talk later, but right now, I need you inside me before I explode.”
“It’s when I’m inside you that you’re going to explode.”
“Show me.”
He tore the box, grabbed a condom and ripped the foil package open.
“Let me help,” she whispered, holding out one hand for the sheer latex covering.
He moved in closer and handed it to her. Her nimble fingers undid his slacks, pulled the zipper down, then reached into his shorts to free him.
The minute her fingers curled around him, Ethan groaned. Too long, he told himself. It had been too long. Instantly, he realized that he was doing it again. Trying to explain away what he felt with Sadie by dismissing it. The truth was, he’d never reacted like this to a simple touch. Sadie’s fingers curled around his length and stroked him slowly in a tantalizing motion that had him reaching for the ragged ends of his control.
Her thumb traced the tip of him, wiping away a single bead of moisture before sliding that, too, along the length of him. Her gaze was locked on his, so he saw the flash of desire burning in her eyes. Felt a similar burn within himself. “Put it on me, Sadie. I can’t hold out much longer...”
She smiled at his admission and he saw that powerful look all women got when a man was at their mercy cross her features. Then it was gone and there was only desire again. She smoothed the condom down his length, making sure her fingers did another long tease of him as she did. By the time she was finished, Ethan was breathing hard and aching in every inch of his body. Need was a pulsing beast crouched inside him. And Ethan was done holding it back.
“That’s it,” he said, in what was more a growl of frustration than a simple statement. He undid her slacks and pushed them and her pale pink panties down her legs. She kicked them and her shoes off.
Then he dropped one hand to her hot, damp core again and she trembled, groaning out his name. One finger, then two, slid inside her, stroking, rubbing, exploring. His thumb smoothed across her core and she jolted in his arms, spreading her legs farther apart to accommodate him.
Ethan stared into her eyes, watching emotions flash and burn one after the other as she rocked her hips into his hand wildly. Then she came again in a sudden, hot rush of satisfaction. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out—still keeping quiet to protect them both from discovery.
He admired her control, but he wanted to break it. Wanted to hear her crying out his name, screaming it. He wanted—needed—more.
When the last of the tremors died away, Ethan reached out and swept everything off his desk to fly out and land on the hand-tied rug that lay across the wooden floor. Then he turned her around, laid her out across his desk and whispered, “Hold on.”
