“Please.” He ground out that one word.
She reached for the straps of her sundress and stepped out of his grasp. “Please what?”
Expressions flashed across his face as she slid first one strap, then the other off her shoulders. Lust, excitement, anticipation, hunger, they were all there. Usually she didn’t vamp it up quite this much, but the idea of only getting one chance with Jake made her want to wring every bit of fun and passion out of the experience.
Her dress caught on her extended nipples. The soft cotton caress stoked her heat. A light tug freed the red dress. It skimmed over her hips on its way to the floor, where it lay in a pile around her feet. The heels on her brown leather sandals pushed her bottom out just so, an effect she took full advantage of as she teased and turned in a circle.
Jake reached out for her, but she evaded him. She raised her arms, pulled out the pins holding her hair in a bun and shook it out. The smooth tresses caressed her shoulders and upper back.
“Claire, please.” His words sounded pained, but he looked as if he’d just opened up the world’s best present.
He stood in front of her, shirt open and cock out but still dressed. Just when she thought she couldn’t get any hotter, he took hold of his dick and watched her as he stroked.
Claire blew him a kiss and hooked her fingers into the band of her lacy, green thong.
“Enough.” Jake grabbed her hips.
Propping her butt against the warm wood, Jake dragged her thong down and followed it to the floor. On his knees, he spread her legs, palms flat against her inner thighs. Anticipation strung her muscles tight. Her fingers tightened on the desk’s edge as he leaned his face forward into her damp pussy.
But no tongue made contact, no fingers penetrated.
Surprised and frustrated, she looked down. Jake’s slate-blue eyes met her gaze.
“Any plans to move to Denver?”
He picks this moment to get chatty? She wanted to scream. Her pussy ached for his touch to relieve the escalating tension inside her.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Damn.” He kissed her inner thigh.
His lips sizzled against her sensitive skin. Her whole body trembled.
He laid his head above her knee, wet a finger in his mouth then slid it home inside Claire. Her back arched at his welcome invasion. Pleasure rippled upward. He added a second and twisted them around, flicked against her G-spot. Claire’s body went taut. She threw back her head, ground her core against the flat of his palm.
“I can’t relocate here.” His head inched closer to the exact spot where she wanted it, so close his words brushed against her tender flesh.
Awash in sensation, it took all of her mental powers to utter a single word. “No.”
“Damn.” He muttered the curse into her wet center, glided his tongue along her inner lips and circled her clit. A current of sexual electricity shot through her, making the rest of the world disappear.
“Yes.” Claire didn’t recognize the sound of her own hoarse voice strangled with desire.
His fingers slid in and out, stretched her open while his tongue continued its dance. Millimeter by millimeter his flat tongue slid up her wet lips. He stopped at her clit, sucked the nub into his warm mouth. His fingers thrust rhythmically against the bundle of nerves inside her vagina. She gasped as fire shot through her.
Hot waves rippled up from her pussy. They started slow, but increased in intensity and speed. Every part of her strained toward orgasm. Close. She was so close. His thumb pressed just below her sensitive button as he licked. She clutched his head, pushed him deeper. Her body constricted and she came undone.
“Jake!”
It took a few moments before she could uncurl her toes. When she could, she arched her back in a lazy, catlike stretch.
The sight of her stopped Jake cold. Propped up on her desk, her skin glowing in the soft midmorning light. Dust particles danced around her like fairies protecting their sated queen. And here he was on his knees in worship.
Fairies? A queen? He was a hockey-and-beer guy, where the hell had fairy queens come from? Chagrined, he shook his head. “Damn, how did you do this to me?”
“Do what?” Her husky voice purred, thick with satisfaction.
“Make me want to keep you like this all the time.”