Unwrapped

Shit, the room was too warm. He quickly shucked his clothes, though all that did was remind him exactly how small the bed was. Still, it was hard to complain when she flashed him a bewitching smile and settled back with her sexy red hair draped over the pillows.

This was finally going to happen.

She shifted against him, lining his still eager cock up with her pussy. He yanked at her leggings, needing that barrier gone. As soon as she was naked, he inched down the bed and threw her legs over his shoulders, wasting no time in opening her for his mouth.

Slowly, he trailed his tongue over her hot, wet slit, sinking into her over and over. Journeying from her plump clit over her trembling entrance all the way down to the pucker between her cheeks. She was like an erotic version of that kids’ doctor game—each destination earned him a new sound. A helpless cry, a long sigh, an urgent moan. They left no doubt as to what she liked.

Normally he tried to be a little more precise when he was going down on a woman, but the scent of her desire combined with the tightening of her thighs around his head destroyed his finesse. He wanted her taste inside him by any means possible. She arched, shamelessly grinding against his face until she finally gave in to him on a rippling wave that left her sensitive tissues quaking around his tongue.

He slid back up her body to kiss her, wanting her to know how much

he loved pleasing her that way. She whimpered, spanning his stubbled jaw with her fingers to hold him still as she licked his tongue clean.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” Groaning, he cupped her still twitching sex. He pushed two fingers inside her and absorbed the clenching spasms that instantly overtook her again. “I want in you. Bare.”

Wendy’s drowsy eyes locked on his. Her nod told him she understood he wasn’t demanding anything. It would be her choice. “It’s okay.” As if in silent acquiescence, more of her arousal dampened his palm. “I’m still on the pill.”

He didn’t wait. Couldn’t. He’d spent so long telling himself this couldn’t ever happen. That he wouldn’t risk their work relationship—or her.

Now she was beneath him, her nails scraping up his back as he circled her with the tip of his cock. Goddamn, he’d known she would use her nails.

She braced her heels on the bed and rose up, engulfing his length in one slow roll. She moaned at the sensation of him bottoming out inside her before he drew back and forged forward again. He set a punishing rhythm, determined to pay his way in orgasms. It was a shitty penance for taking her like this, but he’d known he would only be able to resist her for so long.

They weren’t the typical boss and secretary, and they’d fucking make their own rules. They’d make this work.

She cupped her breasts, thumbing her stiff nipples. The gesture almost seemed unconscious until she coasted her hand down her torso to encircle him where he pumped into her pussy. She gripped him at the base, squeezing him while her wicked eyes danced in the shifting light from her desk lamp. Purple streaks highlighted her hair and added shadows that made her lips look even more full.

Oh, fuck, those lips.

He surged into her until he couldn’t go any farther, brushing her clit with every pass. Crushing her fingers between their bodies, adding an extra layer of friction.

The wilder he stroked into her, the more fiercely the nails on her other hand scored his back. She reached down to grab his ass, hauling him into her so roughly that he couldn’t hold back his shout. The bed frame rammed against the wall, likely gouging out the paint, and still he swiveled into her, finding angles that nudged her to new heights. He grasped her breast, massaging it while she sucked him balls deep. She was so tight and slick, and she met his thrusts beat for beat. That she was as close as he was to the edge turned him on almost as much as the unrelenting grip of her pussy.

Des gazed into her hazy eyes. In them he saw so much more than passion. She was open to him, all the way. Body, soul and heart.

She bowed up, sobbing through her pleasure. Her shudders reverberated through his body, becoming his own. She pumped more wetness over him, prodding him to enter her faster. Harder. Pounding into her so that his sac slapped against her ass. The sounds of their lovemaking offset her cries and stole his focus from her manic thrashing. She didn’t restrain anything. What she needed from him, she took.

Tonight they both took. And gave.

He pulled back, stopping just barely inside her. “Look at me,” he whispered, hating that she’d finally closed her eyes. Her lashes rose and her lips fell apart as he drove into her one last time. “Baby, I’ve never…this has never…Wendy.”

Buried within her, the tingling in his spine exploded in a rush that damn near splintered his balls. He came hard, holding back nothing. Now she owned this part of him as she owned all the rest.

Gasping, he collapsed on top of her, his mouth at her breast. The flavor of her skin grounded him. And he drowned in it, just as he’d drowned himself in her.

He almost didn’t notice as she eased away from him and shimmied down the sheets. Her mouth gloved his spent cock and tore a grunt from him, but she didn’t relent. She swirled up and down his length, using all the carnal knowledge she’d gained from him the last couple of weeks. Holy shit, he was actually getting erect again.

She was a miracle worker. A goddamn dirty angel. His.

When she clasped her fingers around his sac, tugging gently, he hissed a curse and fisted her satin pillows. When she deep throated him so damn hard that his ass clenched to stave off his orgasm, he grabbed one of her ponytails and dragged her off.

She smiled up at him, rubbing her breasts so blatantly that his dick gave a pulse in defeat. He grabbed the base, twisting. It didn’t help. She pinched her nipples and flexed her hips, letting him see exactly how excited getting him off made her.

“Roll over.” He snatched her ponytails, yanking them while he positioned himself behind her. He trailed his cock over the crack of her ass, making her moan, before sliding down and powering into her drenched slit.

“Fuck yes. Give me that pussy.” He crushed her to the mattress, still stunned he could even do this again so soon. It was a banner frigging night. Seeing that round ass bobbing in front of him, feeling that brush of fingers that let him knowing she was touching herself again, urging them both to that point there was no coming back from—God, he couldn’t take it.

His body went on auto pilot and his hearing dimmed, tuned only to Wendy’s keening moans and her moisture bathing his cock. She rocked back to meet him and he gentled his hold on her hair, releasing one of her ponytails to rain a light series of smacks on her ass. Testing to see if she really enjoyed that sort of play or had just tolerated it to please him and Cole.