His eyebrows almost hit his hairline. “Excuse me?”
“Not that I want you to,” I hurried to say. “But I’m worried that you’re changing yourself for me.”
Thankfully, he looked more amused than angry. “Of course I’m changing for you. But you’re changing for me too.”
Surprised, I blurted out, “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” Affection and desire mixed in his eyes. “You didn’t want this. You didn’t trust this. But you let down your guard to give me this.” He gestured between us. I held my breath as he continued, “I can make the effort to not send signals to other women than I’m interested in them when I am absolutely not. I can make the effort so that you know I only want you. And I can do that because you made an even bigger effort to give a man, with not the greatest track record for monogamy, a chance.”
Love for this man moved through me and I wanted to proclaim it . Yet I couldn’t. Maybe I had let down some of defenses.
But not all of them.
Henry patted the large desk. “Now come here.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to sit on a stranger’s desk? Whatever do you have in mind, Mr. Lexington?”
“I just want to talk to you.”
“Liar.” I grinned but I strutted across the room, swaying my hips for his benefit, and sat on the desk. My dress tightened and shifted higher up my thighs. Henry’s eyes narrowed with wicked intent as he spread my legs and insinuated himself between them. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips and we locked gazes as his hands drifted under the fabric of my dress on either side of my thighs. He slid them upwards, taking the dress with them until it was bunched around my waist. “We really shouldn’t do this.”
“Once more with feeling. Naughty girl. The only one I see.” His voice deepened with emotion. “Only ever you, Nadia.”
A rush of possessiveness coursed through me and I clasped him by the back of the neck to slam his mouth down over mine. He grunted in approval, the sound vibrating through me, as he returned my demanding kiss.
I wanted to mark him. I wanted to ruin him for any other woman. If ever in the past he’d snuck off to have sex at one of these goddamn events, I wanted this encounter to be the one he’d remember above all others.
Henry broke the kiss, pulling back only to grab the hem of my dress in his hands and yank it upward. I lifted my arms, helping him out. It went flying behind him seconds before he unsnapped my bra.
My heavy breasts swelled under his perusal, my nipples turning to hard pebbles. He cupped my breasts and I arched my back on a sigh as he kneaded them, his touch shooting liquid heat straight through my belly and down between my legs. “I miss these whenever I can’t see them,” he grumbled adorably, making me shake with laughter.
“You’re definitely obsessed.”
He nodded, completely serious. “I am.”
Chuckling, I covered his hands with mine. “I’m naked on some blueblood’s desk, Henry. We don’t have time for you to cherish these today.”
“Promise me something and I’ll speed things up.”
Normally I would’ve laughed but there was something so solemn in his voice and his eyes that I nodded mutely.
“Promise me that these are mine.” He squeezed my aching breasts. “Because I love them and I think it would kill me if ever there came a time when some other man got to be with them like this.”
I stilled.
Because we both knew he wasn’t actually talking about my breasts.
I still hadn’t told Henry I loved him.
Not because I didn’t feel it but because I was terrified of losing him, and admitting that I loved him out loud would only make things ten times worse when he did eventually go.
This… however… this I could give him. “Yes, they’re yours.”
His eyes smoldered and his reply was to pull gently on my hair, arching my neck and back further and lifting my breasts closer to his mouth. He bent his head, his hungry eyes locked with mine. I shivered, thrilled to see the mirrored possessiveness in his gaze before he closed his hot mouth around my right nipple.
I whimpered at the molten pleasure that rippled through my lower belly and I clutched to the nape of his neck with one hand while the other caressed his upper back, wishing he wasn’t wearing a damn blazer over his shirt. Too many layers! He sucked hard, causing a sharp streak of pleasured pain, and then he licked the swollen nipple before moving on to the other.
“Henry, come inside me,” I whispered.
He looked up at me and smirked. “Mouth first.”
I groaned, growing more wet at the mere thought, but I was also still perfectly aware that we were in an office at someone’s else house surrounded by guests. “We could get caught.”
“I know. Just imagine people walking in while I’m on my knees licking your pussy.” His words were scratchy with arousal. “They’d condemn us but at night, they’d draw up the image of you naked, writhing on a desk with my head between your legs, and they’d get off on it, Sunshine. How could they not? You’re the sexiest thing they’d ever see in their entire lives.”
His words turned me on so much, I was shocked. The thought of being caught was suddenly incredibly exciting. Perhaps when my head cleared from lust I’d be mortified but right then, it all so very tantalizing.
My belly squeezed deep down low and I knew I was more than ready for him. As his fingers curled around my underwear, my breath came in harsh pants. I stopped touching him to brace my hands on the desk at either side of my hips so I could lift my ass. Henry peeled my damp underwear down my legs, staring up at me with this devilish look I’d come to know and love.
“You’re soaked.” He bit his bottom lip, studying me for a moment. “I guess we’ll be finding more public places to fuck in the future.”
“Henry… stop teasing me,” I huffed. “Or we really will get caught.”
In answer, he lowered himself to his knees and his hands pressed my thighs apart.
I watched, lost in my daze of utter need, as he licked me.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my hips writhing against him. “Henry… Henry…” Every time I said his name, his licks over my clit grew more enthusiastic. Then he circled it with his tongue, pressed down it, and repeated, teasing me toward orgasm. It was just out of reach. “Oh God!” My head fell back, my eyes rolled, and then he slid his fingers inside me.
I tensed.
He sucked on my clit. Hard.
I shattered, my climax pulsing through me and I bit my lips to muffle my scream of release.
Still shuddering through the remnants of my orgasm, I was barely aware of Henry standing and unzipping his trousers. Within seconds he was gripping my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the desk. My palms were flat to the piece of furniture, my arms braced a little behind me. It was a good thing too. I was steady and prepared when Henry thrust into me. Hard.
I cried out, closing my eyes to savor the rough but pleasurable assault on my senses.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice guttural.
My eyes opened on command and there were all my feelings reflected back at me.
Pure primal possessiveness.
My lips parted as he continued to pump into me, another orgasm building as he fucked me, reminding me of our first time together.
“Nadia,” he panted, his hot eyes never once leaving mine.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“I’m yours.”
“Yes.”
His grip on my legs became almost biting as his thrusts came faster. “You need to come,” he panted harder, a bead of sweat glistening on his forehead from the strain of holding back his own climax
.
“I am,” I said breathlessly, jerking my hips in rhythm to his thrusts.
And then I tensed before the next thick drag of his cock inside me shoved me over the edge. His lips crashed down on mine to swallow my cry of release and seconds later, he stiffened and we were kissing to muffle his long, deep groan. His hips jerked against me while he came.
The sound of laughter outside the door brought our heads up and reality cooled the heat of passion.
“Shit.” Henry pulled out of me, tucking himself back in before he turned frantically to find my dress and underwear.
“I thought you wanted us to get caught?” I said, hopping off the desk as he handed me my things.
He glowered at me. “Not in actuality. No one gets to see you naked but me.”
“Caveman,” I muttered as I tugged on my underwear.
“You have no idea.” He started pulling my dress on over my head before I was ready and my arms got caught.
“Jesus,” I laughed. “Henry.”
“Fuck.” He pulled and tugged until my dress was back on. Only then did he slump with relief.
I stared at him, dying to laugh even more. “What was that?”
Looking disconcerted, he snapped, “Apparently, the thought of someone catching us having sex is merely okay as fantasy.”
“Well, the dress is only part of the problem.” I squeezed my legs together. “I need to find a bathroom pronto. To clean up.”
His eyes darkened with desire and the muscle in his jaw clenched.
“What now?”
“I want you all the time,” he grumbled, putting his hand on my back to lead me out of the office. “My cock is going to fucking break off.”
“You?” I huffed. “What about my poor, abused vagina?”
“You weren’t complaining earlier,” he pulled open the door, “when my tongue was on it.”
A throat cleared and we both froze.
Alexa suddenly stepped into view and she looked like she was struggling not to laugh. “I was just on my way to the restroom.”
“You’re alone.” Henry looked around us.
“Now I am. Thankfully.”
“I’ll join you.” I grabbed Alexa’s arm. “I need to use the restroom.”
“Oh, I bet you do,” she muttered.