Let Them Talk

She shrugged. “I was going to have you in my bed tonight no matter what.”

“There was no mention of punishment, either,” he said in a grumble. “I realize now where I went wrong.”

She dropped the hem and smoothed out her dress. She loved teasing him. Always had. His impatience emboldened her. He was more than just attracted to her. Isabel had as much power over Sean as he had over her. Still, she needed to know that she wasn’t the only one who was in too deep for a casual fling.

“You couldn’t follow it.” Sean’s voice was just above a whisper.

Isabel leaned back and flattened her hands on the desk. She watched him carefully. He didn’t show disappointment or rejection. She was surprised to see tenderness and understanding instead.

Damn, she loved this guy.

“It’s probably for the best,” Sean said as he stepped directly in front of her. “I don’t want to push you too far.”

“Oh, please,” she said as she uncrossed her legs. “You love challenging me.”

“You get a kick out of challenging me, too,” he reminded her. “And you are the only one who can push me to the brink and then pull me back.”

“You are the only one who can get me to push my boundaries,” she admitted. She trusted him, knowing this was more than sex to him. He cared about her.

He leaned forward and flattened his hands on the desk, his arms bracketing her. “And I have found them.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Are you sure I didn’t follow your text?”

Sean tilted his head and studied her innocent expression. “Isabel, I’m going to give you until the count of three or I will find out for myself.”

Isabel chuckled. “You’d have to catch me first.” Her bold statement wasn’t much of a challenge as he already surrounded her. She wouldn’t get far. But it didn’t matter. The hot look in his eyes indicated that he was just waiting for an excuse to pounce.

Sean swiped the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip. “One...”

Isabel reached for her purse, delved her hand inside and pulled out the lace panties.

“T...” Sean’s voice trailed off. His gaze darted from the white lace in her hand to her face. “You did it.”

“Did I?” she asked playfully as lust pumped through her body. She waved the scrap of lace like a white flag of surrender. Or perhaps more like a red cape to a charging bull. “For all you know, this could be a spare—”

Sean surged forward and reached for the back of her thighs. Isabel dropped the panties and grabbed the edge of her desk. Her gasp rang out as he tilted her legs up and pulled them over his hips. He shoved his hands under her dress and slid them along her thighs. He stilled when his fingers grazed her bare bottom.

“I removed them the moment I got the text.” There had been no hesitation, only a pulsating anticipation. She gave an exaggerated pout. “I had visions of you stealing touches all night long but you didn’t come near me.”

“If I’d known you were naked underneath your dress—naked just for me—” his voice was rough with satisfaction “—I would have done something stupid.” He caressed the wet folds of her sex. “Like carry you out of the room so I could claim you.”

“You should do that next time.” She pressed her lips together to hold back a shuddering moan. She could tell her enjoyment was the most important thing to him. He wanted to be part of her sensual awakening, to help her find what brought her pleasure. “So,” she said as the excitement clawed through her chest. “What’s my reward?”

Her breath hitched in her throat when she saw the feral gleam in his eyes. He ripped off his jacket and grabbed for his belt buckle. As his clothes dropped down his legs, Isabel reached for his necktie. She wrapped it around her hand, not sure if it was like holding the tail of a tiger. She yanked the tie and he lurched forward. Isabel captured his mouth with hers and kissed him roughly.

“Wait,” he muttered before he pulled away.

“No, right now,” she urged, pulling at his tie again and linking her feet at his back. She had been in a state of arousal all evening, knowing how this night was going to end.

“I need to get a condom.” He bent down to remove his wallet and retrieve a foil package.

As she watched Sean roll the condom onto his thick penis, Isabel shifted restlessly on the desk. The beat of her heart pounded in her ears and she took in short, choppy gulps of air. Her skin was hot and tight as desire crackled just underneath. When Sean cupped her thighs and parted her legs, Isabel reached out and cradled his face with her hands.