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She let him go and turned to push him back into Donovan’s chair, climbing astride him in her prissy skirt as easily as if the fabric was made of Lycra—and it so wasn’t.
“Wait.” It was impossible to think when she was straddling him with a couple buttons popped open, just enough for him to see the tops of her breasts heaving over the low cups of her bra. Her thighs locked around his legs and she took hold of his cock again, running her thumb over the heavy drop of pre-cum hovering at the tip. “Li.”
“No waiting.” She closed her mouth over his, her lips teasing his open and inviting his tongue out to toy with hers. They kissed for a couple of frantic moments, words and warnings colliding and clashing in his dizzy brain. But she was working him so right, her hand a blur, her other one reaching down to push aside the scrap of material that guarded her pussy. Then she guided him home.
Where he belonged.
He hesitated for a fraction of an instant before the primal need to claim that was never far away reared to the fore.
Hell yes, he was fucking Li in Lord Lewis’s chair.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her down hard, relishing her sweet moans as she drove her fingers into his hair and took his mouth. She’d come so far from the almost shy, inexperienced lover she’d once been. Now she took what she craved without hesitation, and fuck if that didn’t turn him on even more. She reached down for his hand, easing back just enough to suck on the tips of his fingers while she rode him, her pussy clasping him and releasing, clasping and releasing. Her body slid against his, sensuous and hungry, her tits so close to his face as she drew on his fingers, getting him wet before slipping his hand down her body, holding it against her breasts long enough for him to get the message and pinch her tightly furled nipples. Goddammit, he wanted to suck them with every stroke into her giving flesh. He fumbled with her blouse, trying to get it the rest of the way open, but she wasn’t having it. She had a different destination for his hand.
Right between her legs.
She held him there, circling, circling against her clit. He growled and pushed her hand away, needing more friction. He rubbed her even harder, showing no mercy, as the arm around her waist hauled her up and down and the liquid strokes of his dick inside her filled his consciousness. She was everything he could see. Streaming, wild blond hair, bright blue eyes nearly as crazed as his own, kiss-swollen lips. He tasted her in his mouth, breathed her in with every thrust. And it wasn’t enough. Couldn’t be enough, because she was the best part of his life, the most vital, amazing gift he’d ever been given.
His fingers on her clit sped up in time with his pumps into her body. She moaned softly, clearly trying not to make too much noise. He could’ve come from that sound alone. Fuck, the pressure in his balls was too much. It had been weeks since he’d had her, and he was desperate to watch her go over.
To follow as she quaked in his arms.
“Are you still on the pill?” he asked, ceasing his ministrations just long enough for her to respond.
“No.” She released an uneven breath. “I finally just stopped this week. I was going to tell you before we did anything, make sure you still wanted—”
“Oh, I want. I fucking want.” Letting out a groan, he drove into her that much harder. She tossed back her hair, her nails digging into his shoulders as she gave him back just as good as she was getting. Tiny pulses fluttered around his dick, her thighs flexing as she worked him from inside. Her grip through cotton into flesh created welts he’d treasure like fucking gifts. Hell, his shoulders might even be bleeding.
The best kind of war wounds.
“Nicholas.” His name on an exhale of her breath was his very favorite music. He leaned up and caught her lips, kissing her as he gripped her hips and brought her up and down, shifting the angle until he ground against her just right to send her soaring. Her moan spilled onto his tongue as her pussy fisted him, dragging him with her into a pleasure so dark and deep he could do nothing but growl and hang on.
She clung to him, panting, her damp forehead pressed to his. He couldn’t think. Could barely breathe.
Yet one thought still sliced through the drugging satisfaction.
“I could’ve just…” He paused, sucking oxygen into his starved lungs. “Knocked you up in Lord Lewis’s chair.”
Weakly, she giggled and tweaked his ear. “You know it’s usually not that quick. Especially with me.”
He cocked his head and thumbed a dangling strand of hair out of her eyes. “Wanna go for best two out of three?”
They finally stumbled out of there a while later like a pair of teenagers after a weekend-long bender. He’d had her again in the chair, this time with her legs over the arms and him sort of kneeling between them. Then once bent over the desk for good measure, though that time he’d just used his mouth and fingers.
A guy had to build up for that kind of sexual Olympics. He intended to ramp up his training schedule big time while they were overseas.
He rode home with her and would have his car sent home the following day with one of Ripper’s many assistants. They’d just pulled up the drive of their home and parked beside Gray and Jazz’s car when Li gestured to the phone he’d just taken out of his pocket. “About time you look at that.”
“You texted me? When?”
“When you were in the bathroom of Donovan’s thoroughly debauched office.”
“Hmm. What did you send?”
She grabbed his hand and stilled him when he would’ve opened the message. “Look at it later, okay?” She released his hand and flicked her fingers through her hair as she studied her reflection in the pull-down mirror. “I don’t look too fucked, do I?”
“If I say no, that means I need to pull you into this backseat and finish the job right.” He gave her a hard kiss. “Not a half-bad idea, by the way.”
“We have perfectly good beds inside. Besides, Gray and Jazz and the kids are right inside.”
