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He brought his mouth down to her breasts and she moaned again as his tongue flicked over a nipple. Taking his time, he sucked it in, still keeping her hands pinned.
Bastard. She closed her eyes and her body swayed as he worked his magic on her, but it wasn’t fair. “I need…” she started, but he silenced her with a kiss.
“I know what you need.” His voice was low and rasped against her skin. “Let me give it to you.”
His free hand went between her legs and she gasped at the ache his fingers caused. He rubbed her through the material of her pants, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, the stroking of his thumb creating a wildfire.Oh god.
“Surrender,” he said against her temple. “Allow yourself some pleasure.”
The rhythm increased and he dipped his mouth to the other breast. She was at his mercy, completely undone. Out of control, like her life had been since that night in Berlin.
No, since the day she’d met him. Those green eyes had sized her up the same way she had him. The stubbornness in his answers, refusing to let her into his mind until he was confident she wouldn’t betray him. The teasing and sarcasm—anything he could do to get her to smile, to laugh.
He’d been so good for her, seducing her mind as well as her body.
Even now, when she shouldn’t want him, shouldn’t screw up his life again, he was here. He knew how to take his pleasure from her by giving her everything she needed. “Please,” she panted, so close to the first climax she’d enjoyed in months. “Let me touch you.”
In an instant, he released his grasp. Her right hand went to his erection, straining against his underwear. Her left tangled in his hair and she arched against him.
He swore on a growl when she gripped him through the soft cotton and moved with the same rhythm as he was using on her. Take her time?Puulease. She needed him and she needed himnow.
There was too much material between them but she couldn’t hold on any longer. He kissed her deeply and on the next stroke of his thumb, she shattered. Her fingers flew to his shoulders, her back bowing at the intensity of it. She dug her nails into his back. “Ian!”
Her voice echoed in the room. He held her, letting her ride it out. Chest heaving, she clung to him, the floaty buzz of the aftermath making her sway again. He dotted her face and neck with kisses, and as her world once more righted itself, she licked her lips, opened her eyes and sighed deeply. “Damn. I needed that.”
A smug grin curved his lips. “We’re just getting started.”
She reached for him again, shoving the cotton aside to get to his velvet skin. It was his turn to gasp as she gave his thick erection a tug. “Now you’re atmymercy.”
A knock made her jump, and he barked a curse.
“Dr. V?” Sabrina’s voice cut through the door. “You okay in there? I brought the paint and a few hands to help with the walls.”
“Shit,” Ian swore under his breath, backing out of Vivi’s grip and hurriedly shoving his cock inside his pants. “What’s she doing here?”
Timing was everything, wasn’t it? “I’m good,” Vivi called, her voice husky. “Can we do this another time?”
“Um, I guess.” The woman sounded stunned. “It’s just that we’re all here and it won’t take long.”
If she sent Sabrina and the others away, they might not come back. “Looks like we’re having a painting party,” she murmured to Ian. “Hand me my bra.” He did and as she put it on and adjusted her breasts, she saw him watching. She gave him an incredulous look.
“We aren’t done,” he said, tweaking her nipple through the material. He gave her an evil smile that sent that flame bursting to life inside her again.
Hurriedly, she jumped off the desk, accepting her shirt from him before he retrieved the notebook and pen off the floor. “Give me a minute,” she told Sabrina, feeling her face flush.
Using her fingers, she combed her hair and faced him, buttoning the blouse. “How do I look?”
“Beautiful,” he said, chuckling as he reached for her buttons. She’d done them up wrong and his nimble fingers fixed them in a heartbeat.
“Not a word of this to anyone,” she admonished.
“Of course not,” he said with a grin that suggested he planned to tell the world.
Ignoring him, she drew a deep, steadying breath and unlocked the door.
Twelve
Ian leaned against the desk, watching her let the others in. He’d done it—brought back that rare smile to her lips. For the first time since he’d seen her in that prison cell, there was color in her cheeks, a bounce in her step.
