His Secretary's Surprise Fiance

Giving her a moment—giving himself one, too—he tried to catch his breath before he carried her over to the bed and deposited her there. His own release was close and he hadn’t even taken off his pants. Leaving her just long enough to retrieve a box of condoms from the bathroom cabinet, he dropped it on the nightstand.

Then he went to work on his belt while he watched her slide off her heels. He dropped his pants while she wriggled out of her dress. He was left wearing only his boxers at the same time she wore nothing but turquoise-colored satin panties.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she dared him, hooking a finger in the lace waistband about as substantial as a shoelace.

He slid off the boxers.

“I’m going to see yours, all right,” he warned her, edging a knee onto the bed and stretching out over her. “Up close and personal.”

She let go of the panties, her hand moving to his chest as he shifted closer.

“Oh?” Her breathless question told him exactly how much she liked that idea. “Well, I’m going to revisit on you all the same pleasure that you give me.” She arched an eyebrow at the sensual promise.

Laying a hand on her hip, he slipped the satin down her thighs and off.

“Not a chance. This isn’t like a favor where you can keep an accounting. In this bed, I get to give and give and give all that I want.” He stroked the soft curls just above her sex, sliding touches lower and lower while she drew in a breath between her teeth.

“Dempsey.” She arched her hips toward him, a silent plea.

One he was powerless to resist.

Parting her thighs, he made room for himself there. She watched him with wide eyes, biting the soft fullness of her lower lip while he found a condom and opened the packet. She stole it away from him, rolling it into place herself and positioning him where she wanted.

Where they both wanted.

When he entered her, she tightened her grip on him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Legs tightened around his waist. And her inner muscles squeezed him with sensual pulls that had him gritting his teeth against the sweetly erotic feel of one hundred percent Adelaide.

For a long moment, he held himself still, breathing in the scent of her hair and giving her time to adjust to him. When he thought he could move again without unmanning himself, he levered up on his arms and began a slow, steady rhythm. Addy held herself still for a moment, and then, as if she’d just been waiting for the right time to join him, she swiveled her hips in a way that rocked him.

Heat blazed up his spine as she undulated beneath him, meeting his thrusts and making him see stars. She locked her ankles behind him, her heat, her softness and her scent surrounding him. He wanted to draw this out, to make the pleasure go on and on, to explore every facet of what she liked. But not this time. Not now when just being inside her was enough to send him hurtling over the edge.

Next time, he’d find some self-control. Some way to make the pleasure last. Right now the need to come inside her was the most primal urge he’d ever felt. He closed his eyes, cued in on her breathing and synced his movements, causing her to gasp and arch. He moved faster, needing to focus solely on her. On pleasuring her.

He wouldn’t let himself go until then.

She called his name with a hoarse cry as her whole body went taut. Her release pulsated through her and freed his. He kissed her to silence, the shout poised in his throat as wave after wave of pleasure pounded through him. The moment went on and on until they were both spent and lying side by side, their breathing erratic and heartbeats pounding crazy rhythms. He knew because one of his hands rested on her throat, where he could feel her pulse hammer.

She must know, too, because her hand lay on his chest, where his heart thrummed so hard it felt as though it wanted out.

Long minutes passed before their skin began to cool and Dempsey thought he could move again. He drew her into his arms and stroked her hair, smoothing tangles and skimming it to one side of her beautiful body.

“I’m speechless,” she murmured, her breath a soft huff on his chest.

“We could make talking optional for the next few hours,” he suggested, already wanting her again.

She peered up at him through long lashes. “Save all our energy for the important things?”

“Exactly.” He cupped her cheek and tilted her face to kiss her. “You can practically read my mind anyhow. You can probably guess what I’d like to do next.”

She sidled closer, her hips stirring him to life with a speed he hadn’t experienced since his teens.