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Zander rubbed his fingers in circles around the back of my neck until I tilted my head back, letting him bear my weight. Then he drew back, holding a breath to look at me. I stared at him through half-lidded eyes, too lost in that simple kiss to recognise the flash of awareness and desire that doused him.
His fingers tightened in my scalp, drawing me closer, and when he kissed me again, it was anything but gentle. His mouth crashed over mine, stealing my breath and smothering the desperate cry that rose in my throat. A groan that could've been mine or his tore through my throat, an echo between our lips. One hand dropped to my waist as he lifted me onto his desk, pushing me across the surface.
Arching his body over mine, Zander bore me back until I lay flat against the cold surface, my legs already raised to wrap around his waist. His hand slipped up inside my skirt, teasing the tops of my thigh-highs. I bought the pantyhose to celebrate the new job and as an early Christmas present to treat myself. Sheer, with lace scallops in a deep, old gold, the stockings left a handspan gap between the matching knickers. Mind, I hadn’t thought anyone would actually see the damn things—or touch them—other than me, but now I was glad of it.
The groan that fell from his lips definitely came from him this time as he traced the tops, then ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs, exploring. His hand crept up as his kisses increased, devouring and searing and aching all at once.
I clung to his rumpled shirt, sealing my mouth to his and arching my hips, rubbing myself shamelessly against the thickening bulge in his pants. His groans grew louder as he played with the edge of my panities, stroking along the edge in a teasing motion that left me needy and breathless.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tugged gently at the long strands, mussing them around, their lengths soft and silky as I wrapped my fingers around them and drew him closer.
My mind clicked in as the rhythm of his kisses became more insistent, more demanding. And he said he'd fallen for me? I hadn't even known we were doing that.
Didn't you?
The little voice in the back of my mind snickered. I thought back to the way he looked at me. Back at the exit to the soup kitchen I could've sworn he was asking me to come back here, perhaps delaying the inevitable. His face that day, teasing him with the sort of spanking a little elf should receive. But I never expected him to respond to me. Only tried to embarrass him into doing something out of character.
And feel.
Well, he was certainlyfeelingright now.
Knuckles traced inside of my thighs, swirling in tiny patterns there. His fingers straightened from the edge of my panties until he teased the molten center of me. I was so turned on I knew he’d be able to feel the heat of me, maybe coat his fingers in my arousal. The thought his me as hellishly erotic as he fingered my lace covered pussy gently, and I threw my head back with a long moan.
"Is this what you wear underneath every goddam day?" he asked, sounding somewhat scandalized. "Because if it is, you can work inside my office, instead of on the other side of that fucking door.”
"You're the one who put me on the other side of the door." I answered breathlessly.
"So I did." He smiled at me, the way something predatory looks at something it wants toeat. Liquid heat rushed over his fingers between my thighs. "My mistake. One I’ll never make again."
"That's a little high-handed isn't it?" I sassed him.
Zander’s smile still as his gaze became focussed. He pushed the scrap of silky material aside and slid his fingers inside me.
After that, we stopped talking. His perfectly arched mouth roamed freely as I clung to him, threatened to be swept away by the tsunami that was all Zander Klauss. I responded to his touch like I hadn't to anyone, not since I was a teenager with her first boyfriend, andboywas definitely not the word I would use to describe the dangerous man arced over me.
His body barely contacted mine as he kissed every thought from my mind, and I wrapped my lips around his waist tighter, urging him closer. His soft laugh against my lips brought me close to a climax, a sound that should never raise gooseflesh or be so damn dirty.
Zander thrust three fingers straight inside me, working me hard until I cried out, my head thrown back onto his precious desk, my hair splayed out in who knew what sort of rat’s nest as his mouth worked its way down my throat. My breasts heaved through the thin white silk I wore under my caramel suit—yes, I never left the eighties too—my nipples tight against the matching bra, torturing themself on the lace as he rubbed my clit in a frenzy that drove me mindless.
I was constantly aware of the ridiculously large tinted windows behind his desk that showcased San Diego, but the care that someone could see us drove me in the direction he needed. Zander’s head dropped to my breast, sucking and flicking at the nipple through two flimsy swathes of material until I writhed on his desktop.
He caught my gaze for a long moment, gliding one hand back to my clit where he flicked it once with the lightest touch, and threw me over the edge in a freefall. I plummeted, but not alone. Zander growled violently into the crook of my shoulder, and I never doubted that he beat the bottom.
My throat was raw by the time I opened my eyes and found my lips pressed against Zander's half-naked chest. My cheek rested against the fine, smooth, cotton of his stupidly expensive shirt. Sweat beaded over his heart to my tongue. I flicked my tongue out just to taste him.
Zander groaned aloud, curling his arms around me until my body bumped against his.
"Where are we going?" Not that I was arguing. My pinkie didn’t work, let alone the rest of me. Zander was that incredible and we hadn’t even— My cheeks suffused with heat as I pressed myself to his body, hiding from a few solid truths my brain threw my way and seeking comfort at the same time.
"My bedroom."
I pressed my lips to his chest, clinging to him with my fingers knotted in his open shirt. My shirt hung open and my skirt seemed to be missing. "You've never let me see the rest of your apartment. Why now?"
"Why now?" His laugh rumbled deep and guttural and did strange things to my insides. I curled my toes inside my pantyhose, pressing my thighs together, rubbing gently.
His hand slapped the cheek of my ass in a slightly painful sting.
I squeaked, pressing my body closer against his. "What was that for?"
