But the minute she clutches my shirt tighter to pull me close, I realize there isn’t any need for restraint. She wants me just as bad from the way she brushes her tongue against mine.
Something primal takes over. I need all of her.
We rise from our chairs together, never once breaking the kiss. I slide my hands down the soft curves of her waist until they’re digging into her hips, and she thrusts into me, hungry and devouring. God, she drives me to the edge of madness.
With my fingers digging into her hips, and my lips still on hers, I begin to walk her backward.
“Is the door locked?” she whispers against my lips.
“Why? You getting ideas?” I grin back against hers.
She bites my lower lip, sending heat scorching down to the base of my spine.
I pull away to sweep my arm across the desk, clearing it as things clatter to the ground. I don't give a fuck about any of it.
I lift her up by the waist and set her on the desk. Her legs widen to wrap around me, and she uses the force from her thighs to pull me back to her.
“Well, well, well, Gela Jones, you really shouldn’t work so damn hard.” I bite my lip as I drown in her wild eyes.
“And you really shouldn’t be this distracting,” she growls and pulls me closer until her lips flatten against mine.
I kiss her again, harder this time, one hand cradling the back of her neck while the other slides up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher and higher and higher. Her skin is soft and supple, delicate in every way, and just touching her makes the ache between my legs grow fiercer.
She moans into my mouth and digs her nails into my shoulders. I wish she’d dig deeper and leave scars I can’t erase because forgetting Gela seems like an impossible sin.
I begin to trail soft kisses down her neck, and she seems to like that, for she tilts her head back to give me better access.
I let my teeth graze the sensitive spot just below her ear. Her sharp intake of breath tells me I've found a sweet spot.
I gently nibble at the skin in that corner while I reach for the buttons of her blouse with my fingers. Slowly, I undo each one until her shirt’s open on the front, the bottom still tucked daintily in her skirt.
But it’s enough to catch sight of her breasts, spilling out through that delicate lace bra that makes my mouth water.
“Fuck, you're beautiful,” I murmur, tracing the edge of the lace with my finger. Her skin prickles with goosebumps at my touch.
I cup her breast through the lace and feel it heavy in my palm, my thumb brushing over her nipple. It hardens instantly, and she arches into my touch, seeking more.
Her hands pull at my shirt impatiently.
I ease the cups down, letting her beautiful breasts spill into my waiting palms.
I dip down and take a nipple in my mouth, swirling around it with the planes of my tongue. She cries out and reaches for my hair, holding me there. I suck harder, and her hips buck against mine.
My hand slides higher up her thigh until I reach the edge of her panties, which I trace with my fingertips in slow patterns. I enjoy watching her squirm with want, I realize.
“Valentin,” she pleads breathlessly. “Don't tease me.”
“What’s the fun in that?” I grin, and she growls.
But what I want, more than anything else in this moment, is to please her.
I slip my fingers in through the side of her panties and find her already wet for me. It’s a pleasant surprise that makes me groan, and I begin to stroke her real slow. She loses all hold over her face, her eyes now fluttering close as her mouth parts open into a moan.
“Fuck, you look beautiful like this,” I tell her and circle her clit with my thumb.
Her entire body tenses. Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me closer. My mouth finds hers again, swallowing her moans as she begs for my fingers.
Already, I feel the innate need to be inside her, my cock throbbing hard against my boxers.
