“What do you mean? A problem, as in dangerous?” I sound incredulous because I am. And Gabe looks too serious to be joking. “She’s angry and upset, that’s all. Granted, I’ve never seen her like this, but no, I’m not worried about anything like that. Why? Do you think I should be?”
“Just needed to ask.” An odd emotion flickers in his gaze, but it’s shuttered by the fall of his thick lashes almost as quickly as it appeared. His expression relaxes as he draws me against him once more. “I’m in the security business, remember?”
I smile up into his intense, hazel eyes. “And you’re never off duty, right?”
He grunts, his mouth a flat line. “Right.”
I move my thigh between his, rubbing my hip against his erection. Wetting my lips, I can’t resist sliding my hand down to caress the hard ridge of his cock over the fabric of his dark suit pants. “Definitely armed and readyfor duty right here.”
His nostrils flare and he closes his eyes on a low groan. “You’re playing with fire. I’ve gone without you for an entire night now. Don’t think that was easy.”
“It wasn’t easy on me, either.” I tilt my mouth to his and kiss him, pushing my tongue past his lips as I tug down his zipper and slip my hand into his boxer briefs. He fills my hand, his skin hot and velvety, his thick shaft pulsing in my grasp.
“Ah, Christ,” he hisses against my cheek. His hips jerk as I stroke him, his breath sawing out of his lungs. His hands are on the hem of my skirt, inching it higher up my thighs. His fingers sweep aside the crotch of my panties and cleave into the wetness of my pussy. He moans. “I don’t have any protection on me.”
“I don’t care.” I kiss him some more, using both hands to unbuckle his belt so I can free him completely. “Right now, I just need you inside me. Right here.”
He rears his head back, a desperate look in his heated stare. “I always use protection. I promise you, I’m clean.”
“Me too. And I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck.”
I grin up at him and nod. “Now you’re getting the idea.”
His hands move around to grip my ass. He squeezes tightly, possessively. Then he spins me around and bends me over the top of my desk, moving aside the lingerie box and potted rosebush with a sweep of his arm. One hand moves under me to knead my breast while his other hand strokes my back for a moment, before sliding onto my backside, which is fully exposed to him. On a jagged curse, he yanks my panties downand spreads me open with a harsh grasp.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispers, his voice rough and raw as he urges my legs apart then slips his hand between them. “One of these times, I want to tie you up with some of these pretty things you make.”
Oh, God.My sex throbs at the very idea.
“Yes,” I gasp.
And then it’s all I can do to bite back my pleasured scream as he takes hold of my hip in one hand, his cock in the other, then plunges into me in a powerful thrust that makes me see stars.
There is no need to take things slowly, or to ease into what we both crave the most right now. My sex is drenched and aching for him, and his cock delivers everything I need and more.
He pounds into me fast and hard, brutal strokes that excite me for their ferocity as much as I am aroused by the realization that I am the one driving him to this wildness. I feel it inside me too. As much as I want to prolong the spiraling tempest of the wave that’s cresting beneath me, I can’t hold on. My orgasm breaks and splinters, carrying me away on a flood of bliss and pounding, delicious release.
Gabe bends over me, our clothing rasping, his hips rocking against me in a fevered tempo. His breath is rapid and shallow as he pumps deeper and stronger inside me, and then he slams home on a low snarl as he comes, his big body shuddering with the force of his climax.
He holds me for a moment, his lips brushing the side of my cheek as we both recover from the aftershocks of our pleasure and the Earth slowly tilts back onto its axis.
Pressed atop me over the desk, he kisses the cornerof my slack mouth. “Are you okay?”
I hum a little moan. “Better now.”
“Me too. Except now I don’t want to stop.”
Outside my office, muffled voices carry from the rest of the shop. I’m not afraid anyone heard us or could be aware of what just occurred, but at this moment I wouldn’t care either way. Having Gabe on top of me—still moving in a slow rhythm inside me—makes everything else reduce to total insignificance.
But then he groans and I feel him carefully withdraw even though he’s still hard. He nips my shoulder before leaving my body completely.
I’m smiling as he helps me up and turns me around to face him. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he says, as I adjust my skirt as he stuffs his firm cock back into his tailored suit pants. “Let’s do this again soon, Ms. Beckham.”
“I’d like that very much, Mr. Noble,” I say, playing along. “What are you doing for lunch?”
