“I want more.” She narrowed her gaze.
“Good girl.”
I eased her off the desk and pulled her onto my lap, hoisting her legs on either side of me. I looked down her beautiful, naked body.
“Perfect,” I whispered before leaning in and taking her left breast into my mouth, my tongue roaming in lazy circles around her rosy pink nipple. She leaned her head back. My hand cupped her right breast, massaging its fullness. At my touch, she slid her body closer so her slit was at the base of me.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” I asked, looking up at her as I pulled my mouth from her hard nipple. I gave it a little flick that made her whimper.
She lifted her hips to position herself against me, gripping the back of my office chair, but before she could slide onto my awaiting cock, I grabbed her hips and held her steady. She looked down at me, brows furrowed in frustration. Her breath was rapid as her green eyes danced with desperate anticipation.
I smiled up at her as I lifted my hips slightly, letting my tip kiss her slightly before pulling it away.
She muttered something exasperatedly under her breath as she writhed in my strong grip.
“What was that?” I asked, lifting my hips again and teasing her opening. I slowly dipped into her an inch, just to pull back out.
“I need you,” she said breathily, pressing her head against mine. I tilted my chin up and met her mouth with mine. Her tongue coaxed my lips open and met mine in a slow massage.
I gently released my grip from her hips, allowing her to get what she so clearly wanted. What we both did. She slid down onto me slowly, tensing with each delicious inch I filled. She let out a moan into my mouth as she met the base, her thighs squeezing tightly against mine. She broke from our kiss and looked down at me before she began to move. Slowly at first, until she began moving more rhythmically. I reached up and gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to push further onto me with each grind ofher body. Her eyes didn’t leave mine and it was all I could do but not release into her right then.
Not yet.
I clenched my teeth and lifted her off me in one sudden movement. I turned her body toward my desk, bending her stomach over the top of it. She sucked in a quiet breath as I took her hands and held them behind the small of her back. With my other hand, I positioned myself against her. She braced herself as I plowed into her, then let out a scream of pleasure. I smacked her ass before I began pumping into her.
“Is this what you needed?” I asked, gripping her hands tightly.
“Yes,” she cried desperately.
“Speak up, Sadie,” I demanded.
“Yes!” she cried louder.
Her yelps of pleasure had me thrusting more desperately now. Needily. Her hips jutted backward, begging for more. I gave it to her, pounding into her harder as my balls slapped against her loudly. I felt her knees buckle under the desk as she released around me. Her second orgasm of the night vibrated beautifully around my cock. I released her hands and grabbed the flesh of her ass, holding tightly as I continued feeding her.
“I want you to come,” she said.
Surprised by her demand, I gave her what she wanted. With several deep thrusts, I exploded into her. I groaned in pure ecstasy as I continued filling her. My movements began to slow as my body shuddered. Sadie lifted her head and pressed her hands against the desk, lifting her breasts from my scattered paperwork. She looked back at me, a small, satisfied smile on her flushed face.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
I buried myself deeper into her as I reached around and kneaded her breasts. I kissed up and down her back. She let out a tired little giggle as she looked over her shoulder at me. God. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of this woman.
Chapter 15
Sadie
Isat breathless on the same leather sofa I had first sat in two weeks ago when I realized that Mr. Penthouse was my new boss, making my already complicated life even more complex. Tonight didn’t help anything. I couldn’t believe I went from almost throwing up in the bathroom to having sex with him. Again. It was foolish, but I couldn’t help the way my body surrendered to Jeremiah.
I clutched his suit jacket around my naked body, trying to cover the most intimate parts, as if he hadn’t already seen them. Had his hands on them just minutes ago. Jeremiah looked at me from where he leaned against his desk. An amused smile spread across his lips over my newfound modesty. I tucked myself further into the corner of the sofa.
“What?” I asked sharper than I intended, holding the lapels against my chest.
“Nothing.” He shrugged with a smirk, as he worked the clasp on his pants he had put back on. I watched as he slid on his shirt over his strong arms, but he left the buttons undone, revealing his tan chest and stomach. I should have been satiated after what we just did, but I felt a hunger grow in me. I swallowed it down, trying to stifle it.
I looked around the office for my clothes, but was unable to spot my navy blazer and matching slacks Jeremiah had practically torn from my body. They were probably in a pile under his desk where he had tossed them in the heat of the moment. I felt even more naked now that he was practically fully clothed. A whisper of self-doubt came over me as I realized this was probably his way of saying it was time to go. I went to stand from the couch, but stopped when he walked over to the large wooden bookshelf across from me and pulled a bottle of bourbon from its velvet case before pouring it in two glass tumblers.
He wasn’t asking me to leave. He was asking me to stay. It meant more than it should have.
