Her eyes pop, she grins wide, but her face turns bright red.
“Dick! You had me worried.”
I shake my head. “No, ma’am. I’ve wanted you here since the first time I saw you waltz in to torment me, and I’m not missing my chance. Believe me, I’ve thought of everything.”
“Really? What if I had a headache?” she asks.
“You don’t,” I growl, and my lips are on hers again. I break the kiss long enough to say, “But if you did, I’d cure it with a good Heron fucking. I hear that always get the blood pumping for relief.”
She laughs, playfully batting at my chest, and then kisses me back.
And this time when my hands clutch the hem of that damnable purple people eater dress, she doesn’t stop me. It sails over her head, and I work like a man possessed, unclasping a darker purple bra, edging it off her bit by bit.
My lips are hunters, trawling down her neck, her cleavage, and finally I take a rose-pink nipple in my mouth while I roll the other nip in my fingers.
“Oh—fuck,” she whimpers, her face twisting beautifully.
Her legs swing back and forth wildly as she collapses against me.
She kicks me once or twice, feeding the appetite in my blood.
Fuck yes, I’m going to have this woman for all seven courses, if I don’t have a goddamned heart attack first.
I push her back gently onto the empty space of my desk with a growl.
Guess we’ll be finding out if this thing’s really as well crafted as they promised.
It’s hard not to chuckle at that, even as hot fury thickens my blood.
I take one last suck of her tit, bend away, turn her so she’s sideways, and then help position her in front of me.
Grabbing her legs, I pull her closer so her ass is at the edge of the desk, her legs dangling down, ready for my hungry mouth.
With my fingers tucked into the waist of her pantyhose, they skim down her long legs. I remove them so her feet are bare as I kneel, pressing a kiss to both of her ankles.
Her toes curl as my lips stamp a trail up her legs.
I’m torturing her, and I love it.
I’m also mapping every last bit of the forbidden, the first of many nights I’ll fuck her in this office.
I inch upward with hot, feral kisses, then up her shin to her knee, and up her thigh to her hip. When I come to deep purple fabric just like the bra, I press my face against it, tongue out, forcing her panties into her wet, steaming center.
I swear to fuck, I’ll eat her out until she screams so loud it breaks glass.
“Mag...” Her thighs tighten around my neck. “Oh. Oh, shit!”
If my mouth wasn’t full of her panties, if my tongue wasn’t carving my name into her slit, I’d grin.
If there’s one thing I love, it’s riling her up so much she drops the nice girl pretense.
Let her swear like a sailor and beg for every inch of me.
Let her go full, unadulterated carnal for each slash of my hips.
Let her call me all the fucking names in the book—with her, I deserve them, too.
Pushing deeper, I sink my teeth into the purple panties, grab hold, and yank them off, before kissing down again.
Now there’s nothing between her opening and my plundering tongue.
She quivers. A full body ripple that makes my balls hurt like burning coals.
Hell no, I don’t need to linger. One stroke of my tongue on her wetness tells me she’s ready.
I love her taste more than I love a billion dollars, and I inhale her scent like a man starved.
My face digs in with even more gusto, lapping harder, tongue delving deep, listening to her sweet sounds, holding her body still as she tries to writhe, but can’t.
Not when she’s under my control.
Her soft body tenses as she whimpers, begging me for more, reaching up to bite her wrist.
“Tell me what you want,” I growl into her pussy, digging my chin into her so she’s forced to ride my beard.
“You. Inside me. Now.” Her voice is tortured.
Oh, we’ll get there.
But first, I can’t resist bringing her over the edge. I suck her clit between my tongue, holding it prisoner, while my tongue lashes her into a release so intense she’s slapping my desk.
This liquid heat pours out of her, against my face, and I drink in my reward. There’s no small pride that I’m the first man to make her squirt.
I’ll also be the last.
The thought of anyone ever having this pussy I own just makes me bring her off harder, my tongue slashing in jealous waves, helping her ride the high, gliding back to Earth.
Normally, this is where I’d give her a sixty-second breather before licking her to heaven again.
Not tonight.