“That's the idea.” I wrap my arms around her from behind. “You’ll be on top of the world, here, Gela Jones. The world that’s far too small to contain the likes of you.”
She turns in my arms, and the light sparkles in her eyes. “Thank you for supporting me the whole day.”
“I love you,” I say simply. “I want you to have everything you deserve.”
She kisses me then, soft and sweet at first, then deeper, her hands sliding into my hair. When she pulls back, there's a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I should test out my new chair,” she says, walking backward toward it, never breaking eye contact.
My mouth goes dry as she sits and runs her hands agonizingly slow, like a tease, along the armrests. “Very comfortable.”
And then, to my surprise, she stands again, walks around to the front of the desk, and with one sweep of her arm, clears it of papers, pens, and a stapler.
Everything clatters to the floor.
“Much better,” she says, hopping up to sit on the edge. She leans back on her hands, her skirt riding up her thighs. “Want to christen the office?”
Fuck.
My cock hardens instantly at the sight of her sitting there with her legs all parted and that wicked smile on her face. She runs a hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, and I groan.
“Is that a yes, Mr. Yuri?” she teases.
I cross over and reach for the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. She gasps, and I swallow the sound with the brush of my lips. She moans against my lips as she kisses me back, her hands already working roughly at removing my tie.
“I'll take that as a yes,” she breathes between kisses.
I push her back until she's sitting properly on the desk and slide my hands up her soft, creamy thighs, pushing herskirt higher. I feel her skin prickle between my hands, the heat between us turning to steam.
She's wearing those black lace panties I love, the ones that drive me absolutely wild.
“These need to go,” I murmur, hooking my fingers into the waistband.
She lifts her hips, and I slide them slowly down her thighs, dropping to my knees as I do. I look up at her, glistening for me, and stand back up again.
She watches me like a huntress as I unleash my belt and let it drop. Her eyes fall between my legs, and I let my pants and boxers drop.
I hear her take a sharp breath when my cock springs free.
“Already hard, huh?” she murmurs as I step between her legs.
“Have you seen yourself?” I murmur and slide my fingers against her, finding her already wet. She gasps when I push one finger inside, curling it in a manner that makes her eyes roll back.
“Val,” she moans, leaning back on her arms.
I nip at the long lines of her neck and jam in another finger, feeling her flutter around me. I begin to circle in slow, fast sweeps, and her breathing quickens. She grips the edge of the desk, her body rocking with the way I fuck her with my fingers.
God, she’s soaking. My fingers drip with her already, and my cock throbs for more.
I pull my hand out from between her legs and make space for myself, instead, positioning myself just right before teasing her with just the tip of my cock.
Her legs wrap around my waist, trying to pull me deeper.
I still tease.
“I’ve got a business to run in this office, so we’d better make it quick,” she growls like a vixen, and pulls me forward with her legs, pushing herself on my cock.
I feel a gush of blood hit my head and groan at how good that feels. She's tight and hot around me, and it takes everything I have not to lose it right here.
