His Secretary's Surprise Fiance

“I have an excellent idea. But I stopped being your dutiful assistant when you gave me the day off. So I won’t be fulfilling your every need tonight.” She ran a lazy hand up his biceps and onto his chest. Then trailed her nails lightly down the center of his sternum.

“No?” His voice rasped on a dry note.

“I might give a few orders of my own,” she teased.

“Is that what I do? Order you around?” He found a ticklish spot on her side and made her laugh.

“Definitely.” She gripped his wrists and pinned them to the bed. Climbing on top of him, she let all that glorious hair fall around him. “Now it’s my turn.”

* * *

Adelaide couldn’t resist teasing him. She stared down into Dempsey’s impossibly handsome face and wondered how long he would let her play this game.

Judging from the impressive erection resting on his abs, he was liking it well enough so far.

“I can’t imagine what you’d ask me to do when I’ve already put so much thought into pleasing you, Ms. Thibodeaux.” His dark eyes wandered over her in the most flattering way.

“I already like your deferential tone.” She kissed his cheek and brushed her breasts against it. “Why don’t you tell me about this effort you say you’ve put into pleasing me? I’d love to hear all about that.”

Kissing her way down his chest, she paused now and again to look up at him. Make sure he was still watching. Still liking what she was doing. Because honestly, she had little enough experience with men, and none with a man like Dempsey. She could only trust her instincts to guide her and have fun with him in this rare moment to play and tease.

And enjoy his sinfully delicious body.

“I’ve taken all my cues from you tonight,” he informed her, his muscles flexing under her as she slid down him to kiss his abs.

“How do you mean?” She peered up to find him shoving a pillow under his head.

Making himself comfortable? Or getting ready to watch the show? Nerves danced along her skin, mingling with anticipation. When he put his hands behind his head, it was a devastating look for a man with his build, emphasizing the way his upper body tapered to narrow hips.

“You get a sexy look in your eyes when you’re thinking wicked thoughts, Addy. I know that’s when to make my move.”

“A sexy look?” She stroked a light touch up the hard length of him.

He hissed a breath between his teeth. “Definitely.” He shifted under her, his whole body tensing.

She climbed back up him to whisper in his ear, “I’ve never done this before. Feel free to offer instruction.” She paused to kiss his lips and wander her way down his body again, taking his incoherent groan as a good sign that he was on board with her plan.

She listened to every intake of his breath, repeating the things he liked best. When she traced the indents between his abs with her tongue, he almost came off the bed.

That was when she experimented with how she touched him, discovering it was easy to know what he liked. Tasting him received wholehearted approval. In fact, the more of him that she took into her mouth, the more encouraging his reaction.

“Addy.” His tone warned her more than his words. And he would have hauled her up to kiss him if she hadn’t paused to remind him who was in charge.

“Let go,” she commanded, meeting his gaze one last time before she returned to the kisses he liked so well.

When his release came, she savored it, loving that rare moment of seeing him lose control. Of knowing she’d given him that pleasure.

But when the hot pulses halted and a final groan ripped from his throat, Dempsey reached for her and dragged her back up his body. His golden-brown gaze seared her. As if he’d taken her game as a personal challenge, he settled between her thighs and kissed her.

The sharp jolt of sensual pleasure was like an electric shock, rippling through every part of her. He dipped one shoulder beneath her thigh and then the other, finding just the right angle to slowly drive her to the edge of madness. Each stroke of his tongue sent quivery ribbons of pleasure to her belly. Fingers twisting in the sheets, she held on as he nipped and licked, making her fly apart in hard spasms that went on and on.

She wanted to say something about that, the intensity of the orgasm unlike anything she’d ever felt. But the hungry look still lurked in his eyes as he stretched out over her, kissing her mouth while he found another condom and seated himself deep inside her.

Any words she’d been about to speak dried up in her throat. All she could do was hold on and trust him to take care of her body, which was in the grip of a hunger that seemed bigger than both of them. Tucking her cheek against his chest, she closed her eyes and got lost in the feel of him inside her.