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Skeptical, she nodded slowly.
“Then it seems to me since this table isn’t being used anymore, we might as well put it to another good use, right? That’s what you’re here for, aren’t you?”
He traced the lines of her stomach with the tip of his fingers before lifting the edge of her shirt and easing his hand around her waist.
All that skin on skin sent a wave of heat through her and she couldn’t hold back a gasp of excitement.
He winked and it was as though he had strings attached to places that hadn’t been touched by the man she used to love since forever.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to get what you came for. I never like to disappoint.”
With a yelp from her, he hoisted her on top of the table. Pinning her bare legs wide he moved between them. One tug had her ass at the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“You really think of me as arrogant, huh? Kettle and pot are back together, I see.”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see he meant she was just as arrogant. Not that she agreed with his observations. He practically patented the whole damn concept.
He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her in until she could feel the warm air of his words against her lips. “You want to know how much arrogance it takes to want something so badly you can taste it?”
As he spoke, he stroked his thumb over the pulse point in her neck. “I’d say about as much as it takes for a nosy, devilishly beautiful reporter to waltz into my office and steal my plans, lie about it to my face and then kiss me.”
Her brow scrunched. “Kiss? But I didn’t?—”
His lips crashed into hers. With his hand at the back of her head, she had little else to do but kiss him back. It’s easy to lose focus when a dominant man like Whiskey demanded so much from a single kiss. He never did do anything half-assed and that included kissing.
Soul-searing, all-consuming and possessive. She fell into the vortex of desire easily and let him take over. He stroked the tip of his tongue over the seam of her lips and she opened willingly.
With all the jerking movements, her skirt rode high around her thighs. Through the thin strip of her panties, she could almost feel the pulsing veins of his rock-hard shaft. Her walls clenched and hot liquid spilled to soak her panties. No doubt his slacks were wet now, too.
He groaned when she flexed and rolled her hips causing the hard ridge of his shaft to press against the seam of her vagina. Her wet folds swelled with the need to feel him deep inside her. “Whiskey, I…I.” She didn’t know what else to say.
He grunted a deep, masculine sound that stroked along areas she wished were immune to the arrogant bastard but the evidence wetting them both told another story. One that had her cheeks flaming red when he slipped a hand over her thigh and under the edge of her panties.
“Soaked through. My baby is hungry for her dick.” He groaned into her ear as he dragged a thick finger through her folds.
She sucked back air. Now there was no turning back. He knew she wanted him.
Seemingly armed with this new knowledge, he peered down at her and grinned. Suddenly she didn’t want to see him naked and tied up to a metal chair in the middle of the town’s square. In fact, she wanted to see those lips doing all kinds of dirty, filthy things to her body. Right here, right now.
With one tug her shirt was on the floor, leaving only a bra, her skirt now around her waist and a pair of heels.
“It looks like my bad girl needs a good fucking,” he purred close to her ear.
“Whiskey, please,” she begged but he was already kissing his way down her heated body.
He pulled the silk of her bra under her breasts pushing the ample flesh higher. Berry nipples stood out, hard and ready for him. Apparently, he was a little more than hungry.
His wicked tongue worked over her skin and she can’t’ get enough. He drew pleasure from her with every little thing he did.
She shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be spread out half-naked on her enemy’s table, but she can’t help it. Jesus help her, it might be wrong but it felt so damn good.
He moaned around one nipple, sucking the tip into his hot mouth, flicking the end. With a loud, wet pop he released and moved to the next, giving her the same sweet torture all over again.
With a hand on her shoulder, he pushed her back until she was sprawled out like a feast for him. She heard and felt more than saw her black panties being ripped away.
Whiskey dropped to his knees, dragging his tongue through her pussy, swirling the tip over her clit, making her legs tremble from the burst of sensations overloading her starved body.
With a powerful grip he palmed her ass cheeks, spreading her wide open for him. Her heart raced and she cried out when the tip of his tongue slipped into her tight hole. His grip tightened and his thumbs peeled back her folds, giving him more access to all of her. He licked, nibbled and sucked until every cell in her body vibrated with the need to climax.
