Willa leaned toward the office, nodding. “Oh, yeah, there is some very kinky shit going on in there.”
All the color drained from Fulton’s face. “My word…”
Willa patted his back. “Don’t worry, Jere, perhaps one day you’ll be lucky enough to get off in your office. Don’t lose hope.”
“I wouldnever—”
She looked him up and down, as if assessing if he met her standards. Her nails dragged along his shoulder as she returned to her walk. “We’ll see.”
Fulton was left quite off balance.
He would have to be more careful about choosing his conversations going forward.
—
Inside Kieran’s office, Sera’s blood thrilled as Kieran shut the door. She did it! She’d won!
“Ha! You have lost, sir," she bragged.
His gaze was dark, intense. Chills raced up Sera’s spine as he stalked closer.
“Yes, I have.” He braced an arm on either side of her, caging her with his desk at her back. Her body shivered in anticipation. “I concede and to the victor go the spoils.” His eyes were dark, so much black consuming the light gray and reigniting all the passion she’d stirred up trying to defeat his blasted control a few minutes ago.
Sera loved their Game, loved that it kept the years of their relationship fresh and new, but this was her favorite part. It didn’t matter who won, because in their Game of resistance, winner or loser, no one left unsatisfied.
Kieran captured her mouth, using his tongue like he was attempting to taste any lingering traces of her fingers. Sera clung to his strong shoulders, laying flat on his desk and basking in her husband’s practiced hands on her body.
Gods, yes.She kept her skirts at her waist, eager for him to taste everywhere she’d been touching herself earlier.
“The desk was a low move,” he said, his hand finding her heated skin and adopting a more assertive pace than usual.
Sera bucked her hips. Blinding pleasure shot through her.
“I’ll help you clean it,” she gasped through the words. His fingers skipped right through foreplay to sink deep inside her.Fuck. She loved when he was aggressive, though never beyond her limits, and it had taken years to find the line that he was comfortable with meeting while also attending to her more vigorous preferences.
“You will do no such thing.” He pulled his mouth from her skin, still pumping hard and fast into her with his hand. “You don’t know where anything goes. I will have to take care of it personally.” He punctuated his words by curling his fingers into her, his thumb settling on the sweet bundle of nerves begging for attention.
She writhed on the desk, sucking on her bottom lip.
“And, really, Sera, anyone might have walked by.” He kneeled in front of her licking at her sensitive clit as he continued the steady, even tempo of his hand.
She fisted his hair, and then conversation died as he pleasured her with his mouth and fingers, building all that delicious friction until—
“Fuck!” He jumped up, staring down at her with genuine distress.
Sera’s body still pulsed and tingled, her mind blissfully empty.
He began to adjust her dress, putting her clothes in order. “Kieran, wait, what are you—”
“Look at the time, Sera.” He quickly swiped at his mouth as she rolled over and looked at the clock.
“It’s nearly two, so wh—oh my gods.”
She leapt from the desk.
“We cannot be late.”
“I know, damn it. I know, I just… I may have forgotten… briefly.” She righted her clothes as he went to the door.
