All It Takes (Romancing Manhattan 2)

“I asked Kami if you were busy and she said no.”

“She was right,” I reply, watching as she walks around my desk and leans against it next to me. I wrap my arm around her slim waist and scoop her into my lap. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“You know, you look really sexy behind this desk.”

“Is that right?”

“I’ve thought so since the first time I saw this office. It’s big and masculine, and it fits you perfectly.”

“I’m glad that you approve of my office.”

She’s playing with the knot of my tie, touching my neck and chin, and fucking hell, I want her.

Here.

Now.

“Sienna, I’m going to fuck you on my desk.”

She grins, her blue eyes on fire with lust. “Oh, I hope so.”

In one fluid motion, I boost her onto the desk and hike her skirt up around her hips.

“We’re going to wrinkle your briefs,” she says with a laugh.

“I’m not wearing briefs.”

“I meant your legal briefs, ace.”

“I know what you meant.” I bite the side of her neck and my cock strains against my pants at her soft moan. “And I don’t give a shit about anything but you right now.”

“Every girl loves to hear that,” she whispers. Her fingers are fisted in my hair and my hand is gliding up her thigh to her core.

“Jesus, you’re wet, honey.”

“I’ve wanted this for a long time.” She scoots her ass closer to the edge of the desk and reaches for my pants, unfastens them, and sets my heavy cock free. “It’s something of a fantasy.”

“You definitely should have said something earlier.” I reach for my wallet, thankful that I tucked a condom in there, and hurry to fill her, to feel her stiffen around me. “You fit me like a goddamn glove.”

“So good,” she breathes. “God, Quinn.”

My mouth is on hers as I push inside, absorbing her groans of pleasure. What started as frenzied and hurried quickly turns soft and intimate.

I drag the backs of my knuckles down her cheek and kiss her nose, her eyes.

“I’m in the deep end of this with you,” I whisper. “You’re mine, Sienna. This.” I press in balls deep and pin her hands to the desk. She’s panting, watching me with wide blue eyes. “Is mine. And this.” I kiss her chest, over her heart. “This is mine.”

“All yours,” she confirms. “And you’re mine back.”

I grin and kiss her, moving my hips in a steady rhythm that will send us both over the edge. She clamps her legs around my hips and tilts her pelvis, taking more of me and making my eyes cross.

“Fuck yes,” I mutter, burying my face against her neck as I come apart. I don’t bother to muffle her moans as she follows me over. I don’t care who hears us.

She’s mine.

I want to shout it from the rooftops.

I kiss her softly and help her into a sitting position before I walk into my private bath to flush the condom and tuck myself away. When I walk back out, she’s fixing her lipstick and looks as perfect as she did when she first walked in here.

“We didn’t wrinkle your briefs too badly,” she says with a smug smile. “I actually came in here to let you know that I’m leaving for the afternoon. I have to go to my parents’ house.”

“What’s up?”

“I forgot my phone there yesterday. I think I’ll see if my mom wants to go to lunch.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course. I’ll text you when I’m on my way back. I guess it’s good that we drove separately today.”

She winks and saunters out of my office. Damn, I love her ass.

We drove separately because I needed a couple of hours at the gym before work to try to burn off some of the aggression and anger I’m carrying about this case.

I’m an attorney. Keeping secrets isn’t new to me.

Keeping them from the woman I’m madly in love with? That’s a whole different story, and I’m not comfortable with it.

The anonymous letter is the way to go.

But before I can start to type it up, my phone rings.

“This is Cavanaugh.”

“It’s Bruce. This isn’t an easy phone call to make.”

I frown and lean back in my chair. “What’s up?”

“I just got a call from Patrick Hendricks. He told me that he has the proof that the money was repaid in the loan for the property, and for one million dollars, he’d be happy to make it go away.”

I hit mute on the phone so I can say, “Motherfucker,” then unmute. “What do you want me to do?”

Bruce sighs. “I told both you and Sienna that I’m not a dick, I’m a businessman. I wasn’t lying. I’m a lot of things, but I don’t do shady shit like this, especially when I have no skin in the game. It’s not property that I paid for, and I don’t have plans for it yet.”