One Perfect Touch (Very Irresistible Bachelors 3)

“Oh, Rob, I love this place. It’s so... alluring.” She went straight to the desk. “Oh, I like this so much.”

I walked up behind her, pushing her hair to one side, kissing her upper back, drawing my fingers up her arms. I touched my lips to her skin, then my tongue. Goose bumps rose on her arms. I smiled against her back. Her r

eaction to me was just so damn intoxicating.

“Rob...,” she whispered.

I moved my mouth to her shoulder, pushing the strap of her dress to one side before applying the same treatment to her other shoulder. Gripping one of her hips, I pulled her into me, pressing my cock against her ass. She gasped when she felt my hard-on.

“I want you so fucking much,” I said. She reached back, tugging at my pants, as if she wanted to yank them off. I couldn’t wait to oblige her. I kissed up her neck to her ear. “Je pense toujours à toi.”

“What does it mean?”

“I always think about you.”

“I’m all yours tonight.” Her tone was sassy, but I wanted to make one thing clear. Turning her around, I looked straight into her eyes.

“Skye, you and me... we’re exclusive.”

Her eyes widened. I needed to know that she was in agreement.

“I’m not sharing you. Not your body or any part of you.”

Her eyes flashed. I drew my thumb over her lower lip, pressing at one corner before capturing her mouth. She kissed me back hard.

I spoke against her lips.

“Just you and me, understood?” My words were almost a growl, but she nodded. “I’ll fuck you right here on this desk, Skye. Every time I’m here, I’ll think about you naked on it, begging for my cock.”

Skye let out a sound between a whimper and a moan. She wanted this just as much as I did. I lifted her ass on the desk so we were at the same level before kissing her hard and deep again.

She was working my belt, undoing the zipper of my pants. I liked that she took what she wanted.

I stepped back, looking her up and down. I wanted to explore her inch by inch... I just had to decide where to start.

She pouted, making a come-here motion with her finger. My sassy spitfire.

“Patience,” I murmured.

She pouted even more. I hitched her dress up her thighs, then past her ass.

I skimmed two fingers between her legs, drawing them along the hem of her panties. She squirmed at my touch, holding her breath. I teased her, moving my fingers to touch the elastic seam under her belly before dipping inside her panties. Skye kissed my jaw down to my Adam’s apple.

I groaned at how wet she was already and felt her smile against my neck. I drew small circles around her clit, feeling her become even more turned on. I didn’t want her to come like this though. I wanted her naked, pressed against me, having as much skin-on-skin contact as possible. I stopped touching her and stepped back. Skye hopped down from the desk, pushing my jacket over my shoulders, discarding it on the chair. My shirt went next. She slowed down when she reached for the belt again, kissing my chest as she undid the buckle. She went lower, teasing my nipples. I gripped a handful of her hair, watching her intently. When she was low enough that her chin pressed under my navel, she looked up at me. My erection pulsed against her throat. I lifted her back up before pushing down my pants. She then yanked down my boxers, lowering herself on her haunches as I stepped out of them. She licked once along my cock, from the base all the way to the tip.

“Fuuuuck.”

I was naked, but she was still wearing all her clothes. I rectified that the next second, yanking her dress over her head. I nearly came just seeing her lingerie. She wore a black bra and panties that were almost see-through.

“You’ve been wearing this the whole evening.”

“Yup.”

“Good thing I didn’t know. Take them off, Skye.”

She ran her hands seductively over her breasts to undo the clasp between them. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, sliding it on. I swallowed hard, watching Skye intently. She lowered her panties down her legs with exquisite slowness.

While she was bent, I went behind her and ran a finger over her spine. She gasped, wobbling in surprise. Gripping her hips, I steadied her. When she rose, I pressed her against me. We were both naked, and the contact was just driving me insane. My cock was trapped between us. Pressing down the middle of her back, I bent her over the desk, kissing her body, pausing every few inches to take in her reactions. I parted her thighs, drawing my fingers between them. I skimmed my fingers up and down along her entrance until goose bumps broke out on her ass. Then I touched her clit with light strokes, watching her writhe against the desk—her fingers pressed against the hard wood.