“I wish you would.”The sing-song tone in her voice made him instantly hard.
He opened the door and found it relatively dark in the room.Of course, it was late in the day and the tarp still hung over her window.Nick moved the door slowly and peered around it.
What he saw next almost made him fall to his knees.
Now that the room was renovated, all of Claire’s furniture had been put back.Her desk stood in its usual place, in front of the window.
Claire had cleared off her desk.She lay on it, completely naked.
She raised herself up onto her elbows and beckoned to him with a finger.
Nick approached the desk, his heart beating somewhere up in his throat.“Damn, woman.”
“Like what you see?”
“I’ve never liked anything more.”He ran a hand up her leg.“You know, anyone could have come in here.”
“I know.Hot, right?”
He nodded, licking his lips.“I was right when I called you a dirty girl.”He dragged a finger over her hip toward her stomach, loving how it flexed in anticipation for him.“Did you touch yourself while you were waiting for me, beautiful Claire?”
“I might have touched myself.”
His voice was so hoarse he had to swallow before speaking again.“Show me.”
She arched her back, running her hands up to caress her breasts.After tweaking her nipples, she slid one hand back down her body toward her pussy.Spreading her legs, she dipped a finger between her lips.
So fucking sexy.
She ran that delicate finger along her seam, toying with herself just as easily as she toyed with him.Unable to stand it any longer, Nick reached for her hand and sucked her wet fingers into his mouth.
He closed his eyes.She was hot and delicious.
It wasn’t enough to satisfy his hunger, though.
Nick pulled up one of the office chairs.He dragged her to the edge of the desk, his hands shaking as he gripped her hips.As she whispered his name, he buried his face between her legs and took his fill.
Her whispers became shattered cries, then the sort of silence that came with awe.
This was how he wanted to keep her.Awestruck, spent, with his name on her lips.
Even as she tugged on his hair to let him know she’d come, he didn’t stop.
He was so hungry and a bounty still lay before him.
“Oh, God,” she said, her voice nothing less than a purr.“Yes.More.”
Nick grinned against her skin.There was no sense in rushing home.
After all, the traffic was horrible tonight.
* * * *
Claire awoke from yet another troubled sleep.It had been the norm since she’d started screwing Nick.
They’d been doing it for the better part of a week now.Her days had been amazing, filled with flirtation, snatched kisses and the odd frantic hookup over lunch.Her evenings had been even better.Nick had been leaving the building site late every night, lingering until all his colleagues went home.The moment everyone else disappeared, she and Nick would be all over each other.There had been another interlude on her desk, several sexfests in her spare bedroom and even one memorable quickie in the sanctuary supply closet.That day, they’d barely been able to keep their hands off each other as the others were pulling out of the parking lot, and something about that closet had just called to her.
She wandered downstairs and brewed herself a coffee, ignoring Arthur’s eyes in the many photos around her house.
