She shivered under his touch, desire dampening her panties and making her clench her thighs together in an attempt to find some relief. His devilish hands relaxed their grip on her hips and slid around to cup her ass, pulling her close. Thick, hard evidence of his desire pressed against her belly. God, she wanted this man, and not just to silent the stressful thoughts always swirling in her head. She wanted him, not just the divine moment of oblivion that blocked out everything else.
The realization scared her an
d brought some unwanted reality into the room. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why?” He made quick work of the buttons on her petal–pink cashmere sweater and parted her cardigan. Sean gave a soft growl as he stared at her silver satin pushup bra that presented her boobs like an all–you–can–lick buffet. “Because I’m your employee?”
He licked his lips and slid his thumb across the satin covering her hard nipple.
“Yes,” she said, sighing. An answer to his question or a response to even the lightest of touches? Both.
“Easy fix.” He snapped the front closure of her bra and her tits tumbled out. “I quit.”
Bending forward, he lifted one heavy globe and took the hard nub into his hot mouth. Fire sizzled through her veins and it felt so good she couldn’t wait to burn.
“You can’t quit.” She reached down for the top button of his jeans and flicked it open. “We need you. I need you.”
He released her nipple and she groaned in frustration. Then he found the hem of her skirt and inched it higher and the soft groan that floated out of her mouth was for a whole other reason.
“Hire me back in about an hour or, better yet, a few days.”
The cool air caressed her upper thighs as he raised her skirt, but it wasn’t enough to relieve the molten heat engulfing her. “I like how you think.”
He trailed a hand up the inside of her leg, sending a wave of need crashing through her. “I promise, you’ll like other things even more.”
“You wouldn’t lie to a girl, would you?” She lowered his zipper and reached inside, wrapping her fingers around his hard girth.
“Never about this.” He stopped a few inches shy of the juncture of her thighs and looked down at her, exposed before him. “Oh God. Do you wear these every day?” He traced the top of her thigh–high tights, his calloused thumb occasionally straying off the material to caress her bare thigh.
“You don’t want to know the answer to that,” she teased as she stroked up and down his length. “Maybe we should just get this attraction out of our system.”
“You think then we can get back to normal after that?” He continued his upward exploration, pushing the center of her panties aside and sliding in first one and then a second finger.
The vibrations started in her thighs, expanding and growing with each in–and–out stroke. She squeezed her eyes shut to better concentrate on the feeling between her legs as he rolled his thumb over her clit, circling it in agonizingly pleasurable rotations.
“Yes. No.” She groaned. “I can’t think right now when you’re touching me.”
He laughed and increased the pressure, curling his fingers to rub against her G–spot. Rubbing. Twisting. Turning. “That means I’m doing it right.”
Colors—oranges, pinks, whites—appeared in the darkness behind her closed lids, and the vibrations grew until she became a live wire personified.
“God, yes.” She dropped her head onto his shoulder, the pleasure so great she couldn’t do anything but let go and enjoy the ride as her climax broke.
Watching Natalie fall apart around his fingers, her wetness making her soft folds slick, was the sexiest thing Sean had ever seen. Her eyes remained closed, and the tension normally lining the corners of her mouth had drained from her face. Slowly he eased his fingers from her, hating the loss of contact.
Her eyes fluttered open, a satisfied smile turning her luscious lips upward. “You’re a whole lot of trouble.”
Pride filled him. He’d put that soft look in her eye, the purr in her voice, and given her loose limbed ease. Now he understood why the first caveman had risked life and limb to take down a saber–toothed tiger. Hunger for food had nothing to do with it.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She shivered against him. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
His dick twitched. “Both.”
Natalie shook out her hair and it fell in waves around her shoulders. “Normally—” she took a step back “—I’d love to chat, but I need you inside me.”
He almost came from her words alone. Direct and to the point, his efficiency queen got straight to it. His dick ached from the torment of not touching her. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”