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“Sure. I guess.” Her breath whistled between her teeth. “Okay.”
“You, Bella.” He kissed her temple, or at least she thought he had. She couldn’t be sure. Everything felt muddied. The air seemed charged, the fluorescent lights above garish and harsh. “Tell me your name,” he said against her ear.
Her back met the nearest wall as she tried to buy herself enough room to breathe. “Why?”
“Because I want to know what to call you when I’m inside you.”
Elena swallowed.Inside her.
He really wanted that? He was so gorgeous. Women had to be flinging themselves at him every day. And she didn’t do spontaneous. She practically demanded blood tests from her potential lovers, despite religiously using condoms.
And this guy…
Well, shit, she didn’t even know his name, even if his uncle was one of the partners. Supposedly. That could be a lie, too.
So she’d seen him around the office a few times. So she’d rubbed against the seam of her panties in frustration every other time he’d looked her way. That didn’t mean she should sleep with him.
But she wanted to. Really, really badly.
Her thoughts shuddered to a halt as his thumbs brushed her nipples. Oh, God. She’d been so right about his fingers. How good they would feel inside her, twisting in and out, a teasing prelude to filling her with his cock.
“Bella,” she blurted, her gaze slamming against his. “You can call me Bella.”
She reached down and unzipped his pants, biting off a cry as she saw the long, wide length of him. She wanted to weep with gratitude. It had been so long since she’d seen a penis that wasn’t on a screen. So long since she’d wrapped her fingers around real hard flesh that swelled in her grip.
She’d lost her mind. She was in her office, for heaven’s sake. With the lights on. Anyone could come back for a forgotten purse or?—
Condoms. Did she have condoms? No, of course she didn’t. Because she didn’t have a lover.
And she didn’t havesex. At least she hadn’t in a very long time.
“I locked up,” he said silkily, once again reading her. “No one’s going to interrupt us, sweetheart.” He lifted a few more curling tresses off her neck and licked her skin, his tongue hot and seeking.
She tipped her head to the side to grant him more access. Instantly she imagined him doing that to her pussy, spreading her lips open with his broad fingers while his mouthtormented her clit. “Are you wearing panties?”
Her hold on his cock faltered. What kind of a woman did he think she was? “Of course.”
“Are they wet?”
The Elena she'd been that morning would have made atsk tsknoise and run for the exit. But right now, she felt wonderfully brave. “Soaked,” she whispered.
“Take them off.”
The rough command jolted her into action. As she fought to unzip her pants, he steadied her quaking hands. Great. She couldn't even get undressed without help.
She started to speak, but he covered her lips with his fingertip. “No words. Just feel.”
His name. She needed that vital bit of information, didn’t she? Even if she hadn’t told him hers, it just didn’t seem right. “What I should I call you when you’re inside me?” she asked around his finger when he again attempted to silence her.
His grin appeared, highlighting that enticing cleft in his chin. He appeared to think for a moment, then lowered his head until his lips replaced his fingertip. “Yours.”
Hmm, kind of cheesy, but it fit the impetuous mood of the moment.
By then, his tongue had dipped into her mouth, and she didn't care to argue anyway. He roused her with a slow, deep kiss, his movements soft, warm and gentle. Her skin prickled with anticipation, but her rioting mind settled at the same time.
This would be okay. She could handle this. He seemed like a gentle guy. Even here up against a wall, he wouldn’t rush her up and over the peak that was so rarely the Mt. Everest climb and descent she longed for. She could read that much about him, just as she understood the big hands holding her flush against his body would soothe as capably as they would arouse.
How she knew these things, she had no clue.
