"Agreed," she gasped as my teeth grazed the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat.
"Though that hardly seems like a hardship."
"You'd be surprised."
My hands found the zipper of her dress, lowering it with deliberate slowness, watching goosebumps rise on her skin as the metal teeth parted.
"Most people find absolute honesty terrifying."
The dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her waist. The lace of her bra was nearly transparent, the rosy peaks of her nipples clearly visible, already tightened with arousal.
My mouth watered at the sight, remembering their taste, their texture, the way they'd hardened further against my tongue.
"Try me," she challenged, even as her body arched toward me, seeking more contact, her thighs parting wider to accommodate me between them.
I cupped her breast, feeling its perfect weight in my palm, my thumb circling but deliberately avoiding the sensitive peak, teasing.
"I've thought of nothing but you since that night. Have imagined you here, in my space, in my bed, beneath me, above me, in every position my mind could conjure. Have fucked my hand to the memory of you coming apart in my arms."
Her breath hitched, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of green remained.
"That's... thorough."
"I'm a thorough man." I finally brushed my thumb across her nipple, watching her reaction intensify, before lowering my head to take it into my mouth, dampening the lace with my tongue, feeling it tighten further.
"I've neglected responsibilities, delegated decisions I typically handle personally, and spent hours staring at reports without absorbing a single word. All because I couldn't focus on anything but the memory of how your cunt felt around my fingers, how you tasted on my tongue, how you sounded when you came for me."
Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging half-moons into my skin as I switched to her other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive peak through wet lace.
"Lucas... God..."
"Your turn," I prompted, hands sliding up her inner thighs, feeling the muscles tremble beneath my touch.
I reached the edge of her panties, tracing the lace border where it met soft skin. "Honesty, remember?"
She swallowed, body quivering as I teased along that delicate edge.
"I've been the same. Distracted. Useless at work. I've snapped at my team, missed deadlines..." Her voice broke as my fingers finally slipped beneath lace, parting her folds to find her already dripping with arousal.
"Fuck... I can't sleep without dreaming of you inside me. Can't focus without remembering how you stretched me, filled me, made me feel things I'd forgotten were possible."
The raw honesty in her voice, the vulnerability in her admission, snapped something in my control. I claimed her mouth again, two fingers sliding into her heat, curling to find that spot I'd discovered our first night.
She cried out against my lips, hips bucking into my hand.
"So wet," I murmured, adding a third finger, stretching her.
"So ready. Is this all for me, Savannah?"
"Yes," she gasped, inner muscles clenching around my fingers.
"Only you."
She wasn't passive; her hands found my belt, working it free with surprising dexterity, given her state.
The sound of my zipper lowering was loud in the quiet room, punctuated only by our ragged breathing and the obscene wet sounds of my fingers working inside her.
"I need your cock," she whispered, pushing my boxers aside to wrap her hand around me. "Now."
