“Landon.” Her fingers tangled in his hair as he traced the tip of his tongue along the inside of her legs. She pushed his head away, then pulled him closer, like she didn’t know what she wanted. But he knew what she wanted. He knew because she’d told him, because he’d paid close attention to her body’s needs over and over again.
Dipping his head, he took his time tasting every square inch of her until she squirmed. Until her soft mewls of pleasure swirled around him, and the spicy scent of her was imprinted on his brain. Only when she yanked his hair did he come up for air.
“Now.” Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a disaster.
He smiled. He loved what he did to her. “But I’m not finished yet.”
“Oh, yes you are.”
Well. How could he argue with that? He opened a desk drawer and fished out a row of condoms.
“Planner,” she teased with a puckish smile.
“Hey, you bought these. I just put them in here.” Because he was a planner.
Condom in place, he took a mental photograph of this moment. He’d never be able to write another proposal at this desk without picturing Kimber sprawled across it. Pink, pert nipples, heavy-lidded eyes, her red hair spread around her head like a deviant halo.
“What’s funny?”
“Absolutely nothing.” If he was grinning it was because he was happy. Go figure. He gripped her hips with both hands and slid into her in one long, slow, smooth motion, encasing himself in her warmth. Back arched, eyes scrunched, she held tightly to the sides of the desk. And he vowed to give her a reason to hold on. He drove into her, slowly, deeply, basking in each keening sound that echoed in the room as she thrashed and called his name loud enough for the entire building to hear.
She was on the edge. He could feel her tightening around him. Palms on the desk on either side of her head, he switched his angle and she cried out. But when he would have sent her over, she crossed her ankles behind his thighs and held him in place. Her eyes were fierce, her lips full and wet when she spoke. “On the chair.”
He damn near came right then.
“That’s not on the list.” He flexed his hips and broke her hold.
The high heels dug into his ass. “Sit down,” she commanded, her voice a breathy, throaty whisper.
“Sounds like a threat.” He slid out halfway, clinging to his control while making her lose hers.
“Or else.” She gasped, a weak one at that.
He thrust forward, taking his time with each inch, nearly losing it right then. “Or else what?” he managed despite the slight tremor in his voice.
“Why don’t you sit down and find out?”
* * *
Landon stood over her, the look on his face a mix of determination and lust.
All she wanted was for her legs to cooperate so she could make good on her promise. Since he had laid her onto his desk, she’d been coming apart at the seams, her mind dancing, her thoughts muddled. But she didn’t want to be sated and as boneless as a jellyfish while he continued to exert himself. Well… she did want that, but more than that, she wanted the position of power.
And right now, she had his full attention. So she was going to take advantage of it.
“On. The. Chair.” It was more a sigh than a command, but he obeyed, sliding from her body on an expelled breath and making her almost regret her request. He shot her a heated look that said this better be worth it before pulling the cushy, dark red chair over and sitting down.
This would be worth it; he had nothing to worry about.
Willing her muscles to work, she sat up. The hard surface of the desk wasn’t all that comfortable. Her spine protested, her butt bone, too, as she pushed to standing. Landon’s hands gripped the arms of his executive chair and a mini boss/secretary fantasy she didn’t even know she had popped into her brain. She eyed the wide seat before arranging her knees over his thighs, lining up and, without a word of warning, sliding home.
His head dropped back as his hands clutched her bottom, his fingers grazing the inside of each cheek. She rocked against him, delighting when he closed his eyes and gave himself over to her. Low sounds of pleasure eked from his throat as he lost himself in the rhythm she set.
Using the high back of the chair as an anchor, she picked up the pace. His hands tightened around her ass, and she rode him until his entire body went rigid, his muscles turned to steel, and a drop of sweat formed on his brow. He was trying to hold out, but she wasn’t about to let him. One last pump and he came on a shout, her name bursting from his lips, his teeth grinding, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.