“How long have you been working at Carroway-Silver?”
“A year.”
“Please don’t tell me that.” He closes his eyes briefly, his hand traveling along the curve of my hip. “You’ve only been a few floors away. How is it possible I haven’t seen you?”
“I was just filling in while Marion is away.”
His brow knits together. “Who?”
“The woman who brings up your files. She’s my supervisor.”
Clarke’s mouth settles on mine and I brace, my heart shooting up into my throat. He’s finally going to kiss me and I’m never going to recover, but what glorious suffering it will be. “Thank God she went on vacation,” he whispers, his breath warming my mouth. “How is it possible I just met you, Emery? It feels like you’ve been mine forever.” He tastes me with a groaning interlocking of mouths, his tongue flicking my upper lip. “I’m afraid I’m going to be very selfish with you, angel.”
I stroke his jaw. “How so?”
His expression is apologetic yet firm. “You’re not going home tonight.”
“What?”
“My home is the safest place in the city.” He licks into my mouth and wrestles my tongue into a kiss. It must be painfully obvious I’ve never kissed a man before, but I think the pulsing ridge of flesh under my backside is a signal he doesn’t mind. What I learned about the male body, I learned from Karen. And I’m pretty sure her information comes from romance novels, so I darn well know what that hard flesh means. It means he wants me.
Urgently.
If he takes me home, I’ll spend the night in Clarke’s bed. With him, this time.
Huge difference.
Clarke’s hand finds my breast and rasps his palm over my nipple in a slow circle. I have to break the kiss in order to suck in a breath and I look down, watching him touch me in a trance. Not a dream. It’s not a dream.
“You’ve never taken a man inside this precious body of yours, have you, angel?”
“No.”
His knuckles clamp around my straining nipple, hard enough to send a jolt through me. “I’m going to be the first,” he growls, giving me meaningful eye contact. “I won’t rush you. If you want to sleep in my guest room until we know each other better, that’s what we’ll do. But I won’t sleep for a goddamn second until I’ve conquered your untested little pussy. It’s mine.”
An orgasm is rushing toward me, tightening the intimate muscles between my legs. They’re contracting and releasing and the more Clarke fondles my breasts, the more intense the buildup. “I don’t want to wait.”
Clarke’s nostrils flare and he yanks down the bodice of my dress, causing the tips of my breasts to pop free, red and puckered. “Good God, you’re perfect all over. Close to coming again, aren’t you, Emery?”
I nod vigorously, beginning to shake where I sit on his thigh. “I can’t help it. The way you’re looking at me…”
“How is that?” He sucks on my earlobe, letting it go with a pop. “Like I want to throw you face down over this table and lick your tight, pink asshole until you scream?”
“Clarke,” I moan.
“Turn and face me.” He lifts me by the hips and twists my body, urging me to wrap my thighs around his hips. “Good girl. Sit on my cock, angel. Ride it with your bare naked cunt.”
I can’t. I can’t do this, can I?
There’s no choice. As soon as the fullness of Clarke’s flesh presses to my constricting core, I’m powerless to do anything but fall forward against his chest and buck my hips. Vaguely, I sense Clarke covering me with his overcoat, hiding me from view. And just in time, because I hear the panel slide open, the buzz of voices, before they’re blocked out again. Plates are set down, one by one, on the table and I continue to writhe on his swollen erection. I can’t help it. Feels too good. Feels like I’m going to die if I don’t keep going.
Clarke’s hand finds my flexing backside beneath the overcoat and squeezes. “Your needs will be met first and always, Emery,” he rasps in my hair. “My angel needs to come, so I give her a place to rub her sweet, greedy clit. Simple as that.” When I pick up my pace, lights beginning to wink in front of my eyes, Clarke hisses a breath, using his hands to ride me on his lap in a punishing rhythm. “Ah, angel. If we were alone, my tongue would be buried so fucking deep inside you, I’d leave teeth marks on your pussy.”
His words only half make sense to me, but I know they’re dirty and illicit, and even though I can sense the waiter’s presence in the room, I cry out into Clark’s chest and shudder through a climax that robs me of brain power, my hips jerking up and back on that trunk of flesh that’s been offered for my pleasure.