“The numbers are at the office—tell him you’ll fax them over tomorrow morning.”
He stroked her hair with heavy petting motions as her mouth ventured lower.
Once she was a breath away from the bloated head of his penis, he fisted a hand in her hair, hampering her progress. She squirmed in protest and raised her lashes in time to catch the twitch of a smile on the corner of his lips.
“I appreciate it,” he grumbled as he clicked the phone off and set it down on the table with a resounding thump. “Christ, don’t do that to me.”
She shot him a smile full of wicked intent. “Was that Louisa?”
“Yeah.” His hands returned to her head and gently rubbed her scalp.
“How’s she doing?”
“Other than calling me on Sunday and asking if she may move a pen?”
She laughed.“She’s new; give her some time.” She surged up to kiss him and sultrily whispered, “Have I told you how wonderful you are for hiring her? She was so desperate.”
“I was desperate.Which explains my hiring her.”
She smiled, letting her hands drift down his taut arms, every inch of them like rock.
Louisa had been Toni’s friend forever, and though she didn’t have much experience in the corporate world, she’d been in sore need of a job. Grey’s assistant had recently married, and Toni had asked him to consider her friend for the position.
Toni couldn’t remember a single time Grey had denied her anything. She couldn’t even ogle anything in a store window for fear Grey would haul her inside and flick out his American Express black Centurion.
He was cold when it came to business, and out of necessity, cutting to strangers who approached—Grey was too smart not to realize when someone had a hidden agenda. But he’d strip the shirt off his b
ack for the people he loved.
Toni was passionately in love with him, but she’d thought that would mean she was passionately and exclusively in lust with him, too.
“Come here.” He swiped the newspaper aside and boosted her up, setting her rear on the table. “I can’t take it when you look like this.”
She lifted her arms so he could tug off her shirt and squirmed delightedly when he rained slow, loving kisses on her shoulders, her nose, her forehead.
“So sexy,” he cooed. “Groggy and tousled.”
“You look very sexy yourself. Naked and—”
He stepped out of his navy drawstrings and she completely lost her voice.
She sizzled at the sight of him, glorious, nude, hers. She licked her lips as he came forward, his long erection perfectly angled toward her entry. She parted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He entered, hot enough to melt her.
They moaned together. Her body arched to receive him, her thighs clenching around him.
He shut his eyes.“So good.” He started pumping without haste, each leisurely stroke searing her with pleasure. “So tight, baby, so good.”
Her spine arched instinctively as she fell back on the tabletop, writhing with sensations. Their bodies touched solely in the spot where their damp, burning sexes joined, and that singular contact intensified the pleasure. Every nerve in her body seemed to home in on Grey’s powerful inward strokes, and she swore she could feel each up to her heart.
She braced up on her elbows, her breasts heaving as she watched the massive shaft move in and out. Glistening and corded with dark veins, it stretched her wide, reached down to the depths of her.
She watched his gorgeous face, every ripple of muscle in his body. Every flare of his nostrils and flex of his abdomen, every crease added to his face as he grimaced with pleasure. She watched it all. And when the pleasure became excruciating, she could watch no more.
Her eyes drifted shut, a profound warmth unfurling within her. She made flimsy, throaty noises of encouragement so he wouldn’t stop.
He didn’t. He kept pushing in so slowly she could savor every inch as he entered.
“You coming, darling?” His voice was as dense as his plunges.