Hotshot (The Bennett Brothers 1)

“Hey, sweetheart.” I slide my fingers around his tie.

He lets me pull him to me, laying his lips on mine. I move my hand to his jaw and tug him closer, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.

He groans in my mouth, fisting my hair and pressing harder against my chest. My legs spread and welcome his hips that move between them. The air in the room changes, turning hot and thick as our kiss intensifies. Somehow, I set my wine down blindly and realize he’s done the same as he moves his other hand up my thigh, bringing my dress with it.

Anticipation and excitement rush through my body when he stops and breaks away, his eyes aflame with hunger. In one swift move, he has my dress over my head and I sit in front of him completely naked.

“Shaw—” is all I get out before he lifts me up and moves me to the center of his desk. Sounds of papers scattering and items hitting the floor barely register as he lays me on my back.

“Goes without saying I’m going to fuck you on this desk.”

“That’s the plan.”

“So fucking sexy, you’re a vision.”

His hands roam down my body, cupping each breast and massaging roughly. My legs lock around his waist as I arch into his touch. All plans of seducing him fly out of my mind when he leans over, replacing one of his hands with his mouth. He sucks hard until I whimper. I’m barely aware of his fingers skimming down my stomach until he presses his thumb against my clit.

“More,” I moan, clenching my thighs.

He slides a finger inside, then another, and starts to tease me. He knows he’s driving me crazy as he slows and moves to my other nipple, leisurely running his tongue along the tight peak.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“More,” I repeat desperately.

“More what?” He sucks the nipple back into his mouth.

“I want you now.”

“What exactly do you want?”

“You inside me.” My hips squirm against his hand.

“You have me inside you.” He thrusts his fingers deep, hitting the exact spot that makes me go wild.

Cocky asshole knows exactly what I mean, but he’s pushing me to beg.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me, and I’ll give you my cock. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are, laid out for my pleasure on my desk? I could do this all night. Fuck you with my fingers, then my mouth, feast on nothing but your pussy all night long, until you really beg.”

“Nooooo,” I plead, my stomach twisting.

His thumb strums against my clit again, and I fly apart, bucking into him as my orgasm rushes through me.

He moves away, and I shiver at the cold air hitting my heated body. I faintly hear the rustling of his belt and zipper over the ringing in my ears. Then he’s back, sliding into me.

“Lift up, baby, and hold on to me tight. I want you to watch in the window as I pound into you.”

My stomach does a flip at the request. I do as he says and wrap my arms around his neck, bracing my chin on his shoulder. My breath hitches at the image reflected back at me. My hair falls over us, wild and messy. I’m completely embraced by his frame. His hips start to thrust, and I can’t tear my eyes away. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I didn’t think it was possible, but I grow more turned on, watching him, feeling him, seeing the power he has over me.

“Oh, God.”

“Tell me what you see.”

“I can’t. It’s too much.”