Yet, it was his hand that met the slick heat between her thighs and Sera was once again knocked, metaphorically, off her feet.
It wasn’t that men had never pleasured her. There had been the odd time where a lover had made use of their hands or tongue, but it was always rushed, always about their own enjoyment.
Kieran’s motions were not filled with any of the frantic energy she or the moment created. He didn’t plunge into her or rub at whatever was closest. This… what his fingers were doing… it was pure intent—if that intent was to empty her mind of every thought save the sinful circles focused where only she had ever known to touch.
She lost herself in sensation, in the euphoric delight of his words earlier.
He called her a genius.
She rolled her head to expose more of her neck—the sensual, almost chaste glide of his mouth completely at war with the fact he was building scandalous pleasure between her thighs.
Your brilliance.
Her mouth opened, but she refused to let the moan escape.
You are far superior.
She bit her lip. Hard.
I want you to lead this project.
The hand not braced on the door clenched into a fist.
I want you.
Sera was seconds from losing it. The fight to keep her breath even and unnoticed, faltering. Kieran’s words tantalized her mind, her emotions, while his fingers stroked and circled withpreciseerotic finesse. His knee pressed ever so gently against her thigh, easing her stance wider, opening more of her to delicate, methodical attention.
Shit-shit-shit.
It took everything she had not to say it aloud, not to let him sense that her body was melting, blissfully molten. Sera hated to lose, but this… she was not equipped for his fingers to finally,finallysink into her, the action chased by his voice in her ear.
“Seraphina…” His tone reverent, like it was a prayer. He was praying her name while shamelessly making love with his fingers and she was going to lose the Game. Any second. Because there was no way she’d be able to mask the steady, deliberately building release.
Sera set her cheek against the door, her entire body braced with tension coiling deliciously through her. Through the wood, she heard voices. The banter of an office full of people. And fuck, she almost came at the sinful daring of it. She was no prude, buthaving Kieran’s fingers slip inside her while she listened to an intern shuffling papers with only a single piece of wood to hide their wicked Game from view…
A moan rose up her throat, unbidden. “Fuck,” Sera gritted, hating that there was no hiding her slip.
But he didn’t stop. Instead, she felt his lips against the side of her throat, “I believe I’ve won.”
And godsdamn it, his gloating shouldnothave caused a thrill of raw pleasure.
No longer concerned with winning or losing, only the release that hovered just out of reach, Sera threw her arm backward, desperate for more contact, and her clawing fingers locked around Kieran’s neck, spearing up and into his hair.
“Fuck—”
Kieran’s curse, a whisper against her ear, the barest crack in his composure, pushed her to the edge—
“I’m not sure where she is, but his office is just here.” A voice directly outside the door slammed Sera into the present.
“Someone’s coming,” she breathed.And it’s not me, damn it.
Kieran withdrew his hand and Sera rushed to settle her skirts. When she looked up, he was adjusting his attire, redoing the hooks she’d undone.
A knock on the door drew their attention, but he didn’t look panicked. He simply continued to adjust until every seam was once again in perfect order.
Sera looked to him, mouthing silently, “Should I open it?”
Kieran rotated his shoulders and remained standing just in front of his desk, his hands clasped behind his back. He nodded. She opened the door.
