“Catching up,” I said, heart skipping as he came closer. “What is this look on your face? Why do you look ornery?”
“Ornery?” He laughed louder and stepped into my space, eyes burning with heat and challenge. “Are you gonna spank me to punish me?”
“What has gotten into you?”
He reached for my hand. Then he picked me up from my chair like it took no effort and set me gently on the edge of the desk. I gasped, more from surprise than anything else.
“You’re being ridiculous,” I said, trying not to smile.
His hands settled on my thighs, firm and warm. “I’ve missed you.”
“I saw you last night. And this morning.” I sucked in a breath as he stared up at me with so much awe and love. My heart skipped a beat again—I loved this man. I wanted to tell him that, but fear held me back.
“Not like this,” he murmured, dragging his fingers up the outside of my thigh, beneath the hem of my skirt. “Not in your element. Not when you’re Docter Mercer and so fucking brilliant and sexy and smart. Have you heard of competence porn?”
“Y-yes, of course I have.” I leaned back onto my desk, very aware that his hands trailed up my thighs and my skirt kept pushing up.
“Seeing you in your element is fucking sexy.” He kissed my ankle and brushed his hair off his face. “Watching you talk to the guys and help them help themselves, is such a turn-on. You are fucking fire.”
“You’re not supposed to talk to me like this in here,” I whispered but not with much effort. This was intoxicating. “Oliver…”
He kissed the inside of my knee, slow, deliberate. Then he moved up. “Tell me to stop.”
I didn’t.
His lips moved higher. “That’s what I thought, honey. Let me taste how brilliant you are.”
I gripped the edge of the desk, my breath catching as he kissed again, higher still. His hands parted my knees with enough pressure to make me go still.
“Are you going to be good?” I asked.
He smiled up at me. “Not even a little.”
He slid my skirt higher and pushed aside my underwear. His mouth replaced his hands, and I let my head fall back. No one was here. The door was locked, and I needed this.
I needed him.
I bit my lip, hard, to keep quiet. But he didn’t make it easy. His tongue moved with slow precision, his fingers anchoring my thighs, keeping me open for him. When he added his hand, I gripped the back of his head and whispered his name. Over and over.
I came hard, shaking against him, legs tightening around his shoulders.
When I opened my eyes, he stood slowly, smug and beautiful, brushing his thumb along my lower lip.
“I needed that,” he said, voice low and pleased. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I blurted out, sliding off the desk so I fell into his lap. I couldn’t keep the words in anymore. They slipped out, and now I couldn’t take them back. My legs were spread, my panties wet, but I didn’t care. I kissed him, tasting my pleasure on his mouth as my eyes prickled. “I love you so much, Oliver. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I just—didn’t know?—”
“Hey, don’t apologize to me. You say it when you’re ready.” He grinned, tilting my chin up with his pointer as his blue eyes sparkled at me. “But I’m real fucking glad you did.”
I smiled, the sacred, shared moment between us heavy and thick, and my chest ached. I wanted more of him. I needed more. “I can’t get close enough to you,” I whispered, kissing his jaw, then his chest. “You talk about competence porn? Do you know how sexy it is to find an emotionally mature, kind, caring, determined partner? Let alone how you are on the field. God.”
My voice shook as I held Oliver’s gaze. This moment felt bigger than right now. Like, I had to grasp it and hold on. “Let me show you.”
“Fuck, Sloane.” He swallowed, hard. “You don’t have to?—”
“I need to.”
I slid down onto my office floor, half crouching under my desk, as I slid his joggers down so his hard and thick cock sprung out. I gripped him, pumping him a few times before taking him in my mouth. The sound Oliver released was part caveman, part moan, and it was the hottest thing ever. I did that to him. I was drunk on power as I sucked him while he sat in my chair.
