His Big Offer

“Yes, I am,” he says, suddenly serious. He pulls me into a bedroom that’s almost the size of his office, with a bed that seems to go on for miles. Dark walls and navy accents are scattered through the room, and that’s all I manage to see before Chance draws my gaze back to him. “I have you in my apartment and I’m about to have you in my bed for the first time, of course I’m impatient.” He weaves his hand into my hair, tilting my head back to he can give me a searing kiss that leaves me weak in the knees.

I lose track of time in the kiss, and when he pulls back, I have to take a second before I open my eyes. “Wow.”

His hands are still in my hair, and he keeps me looking at him. “Undress me.”

Raising an eyebrow, I resist the urge to smile. “Is that an order?”

“Yes, it is,” he says, smirking. “And feel free to take as long as you like, because once it’s your turn, I’m going to take my time.”

I run my hands up his chest and push the suit jacket off his shoulders onto the floor. “In that case, I’d better get started.”

He laughs softly, but the laughing dies when I start to unbutton his shirt and press my lips to his skin beneath. I enjoy the time I take with this, because finding stolen moments in the office doesn’t allow me to appreciate his body in this way—and there’s a hell of a lot to appreciate.

I trace my lips and tongue along the lines of his shoulders, and then his chest and stomach—I swear I could spend hours worshipping his abs if I didn’t know there were even better things waiting below. Chance is already hardening through his pants, and I stroke him through the fabric, my eyes never leaving his as I undo his belt and shove his pants to the ground. He steps out of them and his shoes, and it’s nothing but him in his boxer briefs, which are doing next to nothing to hide his enormous erection.

Stroking him through the fabric again, I notice the way Chance tenses, hands tightening into fists as he struggles with the pleasure I’m giving him. I hook my fingers into the waistband and tug them free, revealing his cock, which stands straight outward proudly. I take him in my hand, and tease him, feeling him harden further under my fingers. “What do you want?” I ask. “Do you want my mouth on your cock?”

He gives me a wolf’s grin. “I always want that. But right now, I want you naked and in my bed.” He steps behind me, peeling the blazer off of my shoulders, and dropping a kiss to one to them. Pulling me to him, I can feel his erection pressed against my back as he lifts my shirt and smooths his hands over my skin, my breasts, my nipples. Then my bra is gone too, and he has perfect access to play.

Chance toys with me, my nipples hardening to the point of pain under his attention. I’m overwhelmed by his presence, wrapped around me, pressed against me, warm and insistent. He reaches down and unbuttons my slacks, his hand making a quick move into my panties, not doing anything, but gently resting just shy of my clit. Now I’m hanging on the anticipation of when he’ll touch me there. When he’ll move. I step out of my pants and kick aside my shoes, but his hand stays glued to my skin. I’m in nothing but panties now, and I’m soaking wet. There’s nothing between us but a piece of fabric, and as soon as that little barrier is gone, there will be nothing but pleasure.

But he doesn’t finish undressing me. He scoops me up, carrying me to the bed and laying me down. And for a second he stands above me, looking down at me with awe and hunger like I’m a feast laid out just for him. Crawling up my body, his mouth lands at my collarbone first. And then I’m lost in the feeling of his lips.

Chance is carving a path down my body with his mouth, and his tongue is leaving a trail of fire. I’m arching into him because I don’t know why something so simple feels so good, but it does and I want more. His tongue swirls around one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, and I swear I feel it drive straight down to my pussy. I’m getting wetter, more desperate, with every touch of his lips, and by the time he moves on from my breasts, I’m writhing underneath him.

He licks down my stomach, stopping short of the waistband of my panties. I can’t even breathe because I want him to touch so badly. “Please,” I say, my voice more breath than voice, and I spread my legs further apart.