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“None of the cameras have been functioning at Cavendish for a while. That’s going to be one of your jobs, remember?” she taunted.
“Right,” he agreed, mesmerized by those red-tipped fingers tugging down the front of her dress.
Underneath, she wore a filmy bra that perfectly matched the lavender gray of her dress. Through it, he could see her large, dark nipples and his cock instantly hopped to life.
The dress lowered even more to display that narrow waist before resting on her hips. His hands move instinctively to her tits, noticing a part of a tattoo encircling one, but his attention focused on her nipples. He licked his lips and stepped closer, ready to bite her bra off with his teeth.
“Ow!” he shouted, holding the hand she’d just slapped.
“Did you hear what I said?” she demanded, folding her arms over the chest he’d wanted to bite.
“No. How can I when you look so fucking sexy?” he demanded.
Some of the anger on her face melted, but she still maintained a stern look. He smiled, liking this angry Nita. He tended toward passive women, but her wild streak was fun.
“I said, this is just sex. Mutual gratification, nothing else. You tell no one and I tell no one, and neither of us owes the other anything after it. Agreed?”
Ryder grinned. “Well, you’re just a girl after my own heart, aren’t you, Sugar?”
“I want nothing to do with your heart, should you actually have one,” she said with a sigh. “Just agree that this is going to get whatever this… attraction is out of our system.”
“Oh, I can’t agree with that. I mean, I think it willhelp,” he explained, shuffling close enough to nudge her sexy heels apart. She let him, which was all the encouragement he needed. “But I don’t think this will get it out of our system.”
He pulled her arms away from her chest and feasted his eyes on her tits. Fuck, they were gorgeous, round globes. He could spend an hour just worshipping every inch of them, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“It has to, or else I’m not going any further,” she announced, struggling with surprising strength to cover her chest again. She almost did it.
“Sugar,” he said, and forced her hands down to his crotch. “I’ll promise you this. I’m going to fuck you senseless, and if it doesn’t get this thing out of my system, I’ll try to deal with it without involving you. That’s the best I can offer.”
Her face looked doubtful, making him laugh. But her hands were sliding and pressing against his cock like they had a mind of their own. When he released her and her hands continued coaxing his hard-on to granite, he reached for the edge of her skirt, tugging the fabric up her thighs.
“I guess… that’ll have to be good enough,” she murmured, her eyes glowing and her lids heavy.
She shimmied her ass onto the desk and he gripped her thighs hard.
“Unzip me,” he demanded, and she did. She went farther, pushing his pants and underwear down.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“In my wallet,” he muttered, breathing in a measured rhythm to control himself until she’d fished it out and slid it on. “Now wrap those heels around me.”
He felt the cold leather of the heels on his low back, then slid his hands up her hourglass figure until he got to her bra straps. He yanked them down, grunting when her tits popped out, nipples hard and pointing at his mouth.
“Sugar, I’ll try to last, but something about you is dynamite,” he muttered, realizing he didn’t like the idea that he couldn’t maintain control.
“Just fuck me,” she whispered, and yanked his head down to fasten on her nipple.
He sucked and thrust, biting at the hard nub as his cock sank inside her. She released him to support herself on the desk, her shoulders curving as her head rocked back.
He shifted from one nipple to the other, catching a glimpse of her that would be painted on the back of his eyes for a long time. A literal World War II bombshell painted on the side of a plane was the image that glowed in his mind. Sexy as hell.
He withdrew, then jammed in harder, wanting to possess her and make her cry out. Then slowing down until she begged him. He pictured them at it for an hour or more, a session like he hadn’t had in a very long time.
Most women he’d fucked couldn’t handle his intensity for long, but he wondered if Nita might be the exception.
As he rocked and rotated to find the rhythm she responded to, her hand crept between her thighs to play with her clit.
“No, Sugar. Let’s see how long we can go,” he murmured, grasping her hand.
