“Please,” I growled. “Come here. Unzip that dress before I rip it off of you.”
Her lashes dipped. She slid the zipper down. The dress puddled. Black lace, garters, and stockings complemented her body in a vision that could end my empire.
“You didn’t come here only to say hello, did you?” My voice dropped.
She smiled, slow and wicked. “All I could think about the past few days was you fucking me across your desk.”
Her words slammed through me. Her bottom lip teased between her teeth.
I pushed everything on my desk aside. Papers scattered. A pen clattered to the floor. I hoisted her onto the surface. Pressed her thighs apart. Sank to my knees. I removed and tossed my tie and shirt aside.
“Gonna do naughty things to me?” she teased. Breathless already.
“Damn right.” I dragged my tongue up the inside of her thigh. “Now be a good girl and let me eat lunch.”
She gasped when I pushed the lace aside and closed my mouth over her. I circled, sucked, took her in long, slow laps and quick, greedy flicks. She writhed, heels digging into my back, chanting my name like a prayer and a sin.
“Griffin—oh?—”
I flattened my palm to her belly to steady her in place and didn’t stop until she shattered, thighs tightening around my head.
“Beautiful,” I complimented against her skin. When I stood, her lipstick was smudged, chest heaving, skin flushed. My cock throbbed for her.
I shoved my trousers down, and caged her wrists above her head, kissing her mouth so she tasted herself on my tongue. Then I pressed into her slick and ready channel in one slow, ruinous stroke.
“I’m going to fuck you so you never forget what my cock feels like.” My voice went feral. I wanted to ruin her for any other man.
“Then do it, Mr. West.” Her eyes burned into mine. Daring me.
I drove into her. The desk rocked. Breath and skin-on-skin and the wet, hot sound of it built in intensity. Her curves took me, her belly pressed to mine, and something chained since the divorce snapped loose.
I wanted to plant myself so deep the world would know. Mine. She was mine.
She broke first, sharp and gorgeous. The pulse of her tight walls dragged me under with a wild guttural sound I didn’t recognize as belonging to me. I came hard, pulsing inside of her. I held her through it, riding the aftershocks until we both went still.
We lay there, chest to chest, my pulse hammering with hers. I claimed her lips, tasting sex and victory and trouble.
“First time my office has been christened,” I admitted.
“Really?”
“Don’t look so shocked. I’m not entirely the playboy people think.” I eased out, then pushed my release deeper inside of her with two fingers. “Hold it in for me.”
She laughed, wrecked and wicked. “What exactly are you making me do?”
“Keep me with you all afternoon.” My voice came out as a command. “At the meeting, while I talk numbers, while everyone stares at that ring on your hand, I want this to be our little secret.”
She gasped. “Griffin…”
I smirked. “We’ll come back here for seconds before we go home.”
“You’re a dirty rich man.”
“Only with a good girl like you.”
Yes, I mixed business with pleasure and felt no shame. I dared anyone to read the flush in our cheeks, the scent of sin at my collar, the rock on her finger.
I straightened and offered her my hand. We made use of my private executive bathroom to clean up. With minutes to spare, we were ready to go.
