Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

She wanted to respond, but his hands slipped up her thighs enticing a physical rather than verbal reaction. The minute his finger brushed the lace band of her thigh highs his eyes dropped. He pushed her skirt higher.

He stared down at her silk and lace-covered legs, the hose he had bought her, and then slowly let his gaze move back to her face. Dark, smoldering eyes met hers. “My reputation is on the line here too. Yet, here I am…about to take you, right here in your office.”

She didn’t know what to say so she resorted to pushing his heat buttons. Lucy knew he was right, and she felt selfish for ignoring his side of things. “Ever done it in an office before?” One of his fingers brushed her panties, and then gently stroked. She shivered and felt the dampness from near his touch.

“No, never.” He slid inside the silk, tracing her clit with a stroke of his thumb.

It was hard to find her voice. “Ever think about it?”

He brought his mouth just above hers and dipped his finger inside her. “Every damn time I’m around you.”

He tried to claim her mouth and she wanted him to. Somehow, she pulled back, but just barely. It took supreme willpower. She wanted those wonderful lips on her. “Then this can be part of our secret world. Here. Now.”

His hand went to the back of her head, pulling her mouth to his. His tongue slid past her teeth, and he kissed her with flaming hot need. Demanding. Potent. Still laced with emotion. Maybe even anger. Things she too felt and fed on, meeting him stroke for stroke. When he touched her, kissed her, made love to her, she could forget all else.

She hadn’t gone to the hotel, but she wanted him. God, how she wanted him.

Her hand went to his pants, finding his bulging erection with pleasure. Knowing she turned him on really drove her need. It always did. Through his slacks, she stroked and caressed. His fingers played in the silky folds of her body, dipping in and out, mimicking sex, and making her hand grip him harder. Stroke more urgently.

His tongue was tireless, demanding more as her hand moved against him. Her patience for the obstacles faded. She made quick work of his belt and zipper. It was with a supreme sense of relief and excitement that she freed his cock, wrapping her fingers around it.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered against his lips, spreading her legs wider to invite him in.

He shoved his pants and underwear down his hips and stepped toward her. As the tip of his erection touched her body, she instinctively wrapped his legs with hers, pulling him inside her. Not wanting to wait a moment longer. He grabbed her ass, cupping it and pulling her over his length. When he hit her core, she moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

They looked at each other for one, long moment, and then kissed. From there it felt like a firestorm of urgency was unleashed. His movements were fast and hard. Thrusting with powerful force, he hit her center, over and over. Each point of contact delivered a rush of sensation. Emotion exploded behind their need as well as a battle of right and wrong. He pounded her with so much force, so much anger, lust, and passion… It burned her with its potency yet it fired her with yearning. To make it grow. To make it better.

To make him hers.

“Logan,” she murmured, kissing his neck. “Logan.” How many times she said his name she didn’t know.

She wasn’t even on the desk anymore. He held her weight and his, driving and driving. Using her weight to pull her down his cock with more heaviness. Until they both exploded. It was a quake of brilliant shudders. His body. Her body.

And she heard their moans, their sounds of pleasure, and knew they were the cries of two people tormented…

Chapter Seventeen

Logan sat Lucy down on the desk, but he held her close, his forehead pressed to hers. Damn this woman did things to him. Confused him and made him burn. Twisted his gut with raw emotion. No way was he letting her escape again. Not now. Hell, maybe not ever. He’d been more than furious when she’d no-showed at the hotel. As the minutes had passed by, he’d tried not to put a name on the things he felt. Anger felt the easiest outlet, the safest outlet to his turmoil. So he’d allowed it to grow and take control. But now it was gone…

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.

“Okay,” Lucy said without hesitation.

He raised his head and looked down at her. “You shouldn’t have…”

She pressed her finger to his lips. “I know. I regret it. I was coming to the hotel when you showed up here. I swear.”