The whole time he’d known her. The same way she’d spent every long day trying to corral her own imagination from focusing on anything except what she wanted to do with him.
It was a wonder either of them had gotten any work done.
And now the desire that had dug its elbow into her whenever she caught herself staring at him at his desk, or looming over her at hers, was in full swing. Heat blossomed inside her. He asked—politely!Politely!—if he could take off her shirt, and she almost groaned with impatience.
His hands on her breasts made her moan. His fingers teasing her nipples, his palms moving to embrace each heavy weight.
Oh, shit.
“You don’t have to—” She tried to tug her shirt back down, but her shirt wasoff.
“What’s wrong?” Corin’s voice was luscious, a low hum she could practically feel against her skin.
“I haven’t—I mean, I haven’t had a lot of free time for working out, or…”
She gestured, helplessly and embarrassed, at everything there was no way he would have included in his mental catalogue of her features. The stretch marks. The loose plumpness of her belly.
Above her, Corin’s gaze darkened. “You cannot possibly think I—you’re beautiful, Maya. In every way. Every part of you.”
“You haven’tseenevery part of me,” she pointed out sharply.
“Give me time.” Smiling wickedly, he kissed his way down her stomach, sliding her leggings over the hips she’d always firmly calledwidebut now, something in the way Corin looked at them made her think … generous.
Maybe lush?
Definitely grabable.
Especially when he grabbed them.
He slipped his fingers between her legs, and a whole new vocabulary opened up for her.
“Corin—”
He paused, knuckle-deep inside her, and she squirmed.
“I don’t want your fingers this time.”
“Maya—”
“Please.” Despite what she’d just said, she flexed against him, begging more sensation from the delicious pressure inside her. But she wanted more than that. If she couldn’t touch Corin, she could at least havethis,surely? “I’m on birth control, you don’t have to worry—”
“That isn’t what worries me,” he growled. His eyes darkened.
“I want you,” she whispered. “Just you. That’s what this is. Fuck your magic, I wantyou.”
With a groan, he pulled away and resettled himself over her. She bit her lips on a sigh as he removed his fingers, but her breath caught as he positioned himself between her legs.
He was huge and heavy over her, hair falling over his forehead, eyes dark with a fully human lust. Oh god. They were really going to do this.
In all her dreams, they’d never been on apicnicblanket.
But none of her dreams had been like this.
It would have taken longer to get his pants off if there had been more of his pants totakeoff. There was a reason she’d tried so hard not to look. Fabric practically disintegrated at her touch. She reached down for his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. “Do you have any idea how often I daydreamed about this?”
His eyes darkened and his cock twitched in her hand, thick and heavy. “I should write you up.”
“On your desk, or mine?”
