Melt (Steel Brothers Saga 4)

“Oh, you were? And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“It doesn’t really matter what you believe, Jonah. You and I are not together.”

“Seems to me we’ve been together a couple of times now.”

“It was sex. Really good sex, but we don’t even know anything about each other.”

Right. She knew all about me from her sessions with my brother. “I’d say you know a hell of a lot about me.”

“Fine.” She sighed. “You don’t know anything about me.”

I pulled her to me, molding her breasts against my chest. “I know more than you think.” I inhaled. “I know you always smell like fresh lavender. I know exactly how your ruby-red lips feel under my own. I know your nipples are almost the same color, and I know you like them sucked. Hard. I know every little crevice of your hot pussy and how it tastes like sweet peaches and earthy musk. I know how many times you come when I suck your hard clit and put my fingers inside you.” I lowered my voice to a whisper and grabbed her ass, not gently. “I know you don’t like your ass slapped during sex. And I also know that will change.”

She gasped against me.

“Yes, that will change. I guarantee it, Melanie. I want to slap that sweet little ass of yours. Slap those peachy breasts of yours. Tie you to a bed and fuck you silly. And in the end, I always get what I want.”

She shuddered, falling into her chair. She bit her lip, trembling all over. “And what do you want right now?”

My dick was so hard I thought it might pop out of my jeans. I had to have her, had to mark her, had to make her mine. Another male was stalking her, and that wasn’t going to happen under my watch.

“You. Here. Now.”

“This is my office. My door is open.”

“Don’t care.”

“But…I work here. People know me.”

“Still don’t care.” I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans.

She sucked in a breath. I pulled her up from her chair. She was wearing a cream-colored silk blouse and a black sheath skirt. No pantyhose from what I could tell.

I bent her over her desk and lifted her skirt. God, basic beige cotton panties. And for some reason, they were the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I ripped them off her.

“Tell me now, Melanie. Tell me now if you don’t want this, because if you don’t say no right this minute, I’m going to take you.”

“I want this,” she said softly. “Take me, Jonah. I want this.”

I plunged into her wet heat.

God, what sensation. I groaned. The sweet suction of her musky pussy completely enveloped my cock. I thrust in again and again, her beautiful ass spread out like a smorgasbord. I pumped into her, taking her. Below me, her breathing came rapidly, and soft moans escaped her lips, wafting their way to my ears, making my blood boil. I wanted to last, but before I knew it, I was nearing the edge.

“I’m going to come now, Melanie. Come hard and come into you. This is me, coming into you.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, her voice muffled by the blotter on the desk.

I pulled out, thrust once more, and emptied into her, my whole body shuddering.

I collapsed on top of her back, regretting that I hadn’t taken the time to remove all of our clothing.

There would be time for that later.

I inhaled and let out a deep breath. Finally, I withdrew.

I pulled up my jeans, snapped them, and buckled my belt. I helped Melanie up, straightening her skirt over that beautiful ass.

“I’m sorry you didn’t come. I’m sorry I couldn’t wait.”