My blood was singingin my veins now.This woman was a gift.“Both is good.”
I stood, the strain against my dick intensifying, and stepped forward.Tiffany’s legs spread wider to accommodate me between them, and she leaned back onto her elbows, smiling like she’d won something.
“Take your shirt off.”There was no mistaking her command.
“Are you asking or telling me?”
“Asking.”She trailed her eyes over my body, and I felt it as surely as any physical touch.“Firmly.”
I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it back onto the chair behind me.
“Pants, now.”
One button undone, I stopped.“What about you?”
“I’m enjoying the show.”She then proved this by shifting her weight onto one arm and snaking a hand into her jeans, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
It might have been the hottest image I’d ever seen.
But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to have some fun with it.
I fished a condom out of my wallet and placed it on the desk beside her, then reached for the zip of her jeans.“Let me help with that.”
She chuckled, pulling her hand out slowly and licking her fingers.She hummed to herself at the taste before resettling to watch me.I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed, and I dropped a hand to palm my erection.She knew exactly how to drive me out of my mind.
After removing her pants and underwear, I got to work on my own but was barely out of them when Tiffany sprung forward, gripping my hips and driving me forward with force.I managed to catch myself on the desk, her legs wrapping around my waist, her hands sliding up my back as she arched into me.
Taking advantage of the proximity, I assaulted her mouth with mine, nipping and licking while she moaned beneath me.It had barely been twenty-four hours since the last time I’d tasted her, and I couldn’t get enough.
When we separated to breathe, I quickly found the condom and took care of that before diving back in to kiss her.She used her mouth like a goddamn weapon, as creative with her tongue as with her words.I wanted her so badly.It was quickly overriding every other thought I had.
Likely erasing something while it was at it.
Goodbye, middle school geometry.Replaced by the hot, sweet taste of Tiffany.
Her heels dug into my back, pulling me forward, and I followed eagerly, reaching down to line myself up before easing into her with a rough breath.Then I needed a moment to take it all in.This—she—felt incredible.
So much more than the tight heat around me was the image of her laid out on my desk, eyes blazing with the same fire I’d seen many times in this office.Dammit, what a sight.
She moaned.“Fuck.You feel so good.”Then, with a wink, she rolled her hips and squeezed, and all the blood left my brain.I leaned down, hungrily sucking a bruise into the hollow of her neck, a spot I’d wanted to get my mouth on for weeks now.
“Fuck, Sam.I’ve been thinking about you all damn day.”
Smiling against her skin, I continued to mouth along her neck as my hands snuck under her shirt, breathing a laugh against her skin as she writhed beneath me.“Sam.Move.”I didn’t, enjoying the thrill of having her at my mercy, dragging my hands up her body at a maddeningly slow pace.
“Sam.”Her feet locked around me tighter, her heat clenching around me until I needed to close my eyes and count to ten just to pull myself together.
“Patience.”
I continued to explore her body.Finally getting to appreciate her body the way I’d wanted to last night.She was a goddess.Beautiful, powerful, passionate.And here she was, pleading me to move.Wanting me.It was enough to do me in.
I was aching and desperate for more, and I wasalready inside her.
Danger had nothing on this woman.She was a menace on every conceivable level.
Slowly, I continued to guide her shirt off, taking a moment to brush a thumb over the tattoo on her bicep, the fine lines of the constellation delicate against her pale skin.Beautiful.When the material bunched around her wrists, I held it in place like a cuff, meeting her eyes.“Color?”
“Definitely green.”Tiffany licked her lips, smiling wickedly.“That what you want, Sam?”she breathed.“Do you want my hands bound?Do you like that?”She twisted her wrists, wrapping the shirt tighter around her hands.She held her arms above her head, her fingers laced together in an approximation of being bound.
