I nodded. “You’re sure nothing is wrong?”
“I promise.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I… I was lonely. I wanted to see you.”
She did? Of all people, she wanted to see me? Why?
And suddenly, I understood why when she took a sharp inhale of breath, stretched to the very tips of her toes in her high heels, and kissed me.
Her lips were silky soft. She tasted like wine and strawberries. Her hair smelled like coconut. My senses became consumed by her as her kiss grew more eager, more desperate, and more demanding. A brief flickering thought passed through my mind that I should press pause and check in with her. Was this really what she wanted? We couldn’t go back from here.
But the way she kissed me told me everything I needed to know. She wanted this as badly as I did.
I abandoned all the will power I possessed and gave in to her kiss. She moaned softly against my lips as I turned her around and backed her up toward my desk. As I did, her hands came up to hold my face, and soon her fingers slipped into my hair. I rested my hands on her hips, felt the nothingness under the thin fabric of her dress, and squeezed. She was supple and soft in all the right places.
She stopped when her ass bumped into my desk, but her kiss only became more relentless. She yielded to me, and her lips parted. My tongue slipped between her teeth. She craned her head back, letting me explore her mouth—letting me take what I wanted.
And I wanted everything.
I followed the curve of her hip up to the swell of her breast. I nudged one of the ruffled straps of her dress off her shoulder, and she whimpered. The sound was muffled in my own mouth. I cupped her breast, relishing the fullness, and she shrugged out of the other strap. Reaching behind her, I unsnapped her bra.
She worked frantically to untuck my shirt.
I pulled her dress down.
Her breasts spilled free, heavy and round. Her nipples were already budding for me. I flicked my thumbs over them, enjoying the way her flesh gave way and jiggled when she flinched. She was, as I already knew, sheer and utter perfection.
I kissed her more deeply.
She clung to the edge of the desk behind her. I held her jaw in my hand, keeping her in place as I devoured her mouth and wedged my knee between her thighs. Still, her hands worked at my shirt, undoing one button at a time until it hung open. She ran her fingers up my stomach, tracing the lines of my muscles and the swell of my chest. A small smile curved her lips, and I broke our kiss to let her come up for air.
She panted in my grip, her cheeks slightly crushed between my fingers, her eyes heavy with lust. “Don’t stop,” she breathed.
I had no intention of stopping.
In one fluid motion, I lifted her up and set her down on the desk. With my knee already between her thighs, I kept her legs apart as I inched the skirt of her dress up, revealing more thigh by the second. She nipped at my lips, begging for more kisses, and I obliged, finding my way by touch rather than by sight as I finally got the dress up over her hips. I ran my hands up her thighs and searched for the strap of panties.
I didn’t find any.
She wasn’t wearing them.
A woman after my own heart.
She spread her legs for me and simultaneously unzipped my pants. My cock was hard and ready.
My fingers fluttered over her wetness. She was dripping. Little moans and whimpers escaped her as I feathered her clit. She was swollen, bright pink, and basically screaming to be fucked. I eased a finger inside her. She was tight and slippery soft, and the sound that came out of her when I began fingering her set my blood on fire.
I descended on her breasts and pulled her nipples into my mouth, suckling each one by one, teasing her nipples as I fucked her with my fingers. She rolled her hips and let her head fall back with a dreamy sigh. I gave her another finger. Her grip on the edge of the desk tightened to the point of her knuckles turning white. She breathed my name, and I dropped to my knees to taste her.
Her fingers plunged into my hair. She held me to her pussy, and I gazed up the length of her body, watching her expressions shift from pleasure to ecstasy as I licked and suckled. Her breasts rose and fell with every labored breath. She was a sight to behold.
She threw her head back when I drew her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue over it. I slid a finger inside her and pressed up, finding her G-spot and teasing it until she began to quiver all over.
I smiled between her thighs when she came hard and fast. I only came up for air when she was done.
“Good girl,” I purred.