And when his hands continued their task of lifting my skirt, I knew everything was about to get better. He kissed me unhurriedly, his tongue tasting, his teeth nibbling, while his hands swept over the bare skin of my upper thighs. Then his hands paused, and he looked down. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, his gaze intent as he stared at my thighs. At what I was wearing.
“I like to wear the stay-up stockings when I’m wearing skirts like this,” I explained. “Otherwise there’s the waistband of the tights and the underwear and the skirt and then the shirt tucked in, and it’s just a lot of fabric around my stomach… Are you okay?”
“Deena.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Have you been walking around this office wearing lace thigh-high stockings under your clothing every day?” His voice was raspy and harsh.
“Well, noteveryday—” I gasped as Cal’s hand slid up betweenmy thighs, fingers curling around the gusset of my panties so he could slide his middle finger inside me, all the way in. His eyes snapped up to mine. He bared his teeth as I bit back a moan, my back arching at the suddenness of his touch. My lungs heaved, and a surprised laugh slipped through my lips.
Cal was not gentle. He curled his body around mine and bit the fleshy part of my shoulder where it met the side of my neck. He added a finger and stretched me until I had to grip his shirt and muffle my moans against his chest.
It wasdivine. It was everything I needed. Rough and hungry and all-consuming. Finally, I could breathe again. Finally, I was alive again.
“You have no idea how many times I imagined bending you over this desk and fucking you until you said you were mine,” he growled, fingers pumping as his thumb found my clit. “And now I find out you were wearing these?” His free hand gripped my thigh, fingers digging into the lace top of my stockings. He lifted my leg to curl it around his hip. He rocked against me, his hand penetrating, his whole body rutting.
Then, just as suddenly as he’d started, he stopped.
And dropped to his knees.
He slung my left leg over his shoulder and grabbed my underwear like it had personally offended him. It snapped free, ripped clean in half. I gasped, then scrabbled at his shoulders as he licked between my legs with the flat of his tongue.
“Hands on the desk, love,” he growled, lips moving against my folds.
“Cal,” I whined.
“Grab that desk and don’t let go,” he ordered.
I pouted and gripped the desk just as his tongue found my clit. My hips jerked. He clamped his hands around them and held me down, only to redouble his efforts. He found my nub and sucked it—hard. A halfscream slipped through my teeth, and my hands flew to his head. I buried my fingers in his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
He growled in frustration and grabbed my wrists. His eyes were nearly black when he met my gaze, lips and nose glistening with my arousal. “Am I going to have to tie you down just to eat you out, Deena?”
“Maybe,” I panted.
He huffed, lips curling ever so slightly at the corners, and returned my wrists to the desk. That lasted until the next time he sucked on my clit, when they flew back to his head and twisted into his hair again. I couldn’t help it. The sensation was too intense. Except this time, he didn’t stop. He sucked until I arched off the desk, and then he slid his fingers inside me.
I flew apart. I don’t know if I made any noise. In that moment, it didn’t matter. I came so hard my vision went white. When I was able to see again, I watched Cal stand up from between my legs, wiping his mouth with his hand. His hair was a complete mess from me grabbing and twisting and pulling.
Without saying anything, Cal hooked a hand around the nape of my neck and yanked me in for a kiss. I tasted myself on him, and my whole body trembled. Our lips pulled apart, but our foreheads still touched as we caught our breath.
Something big had just changed.
Then, in a low voice, Cal said, “You didn’t keep your hands on the desk, Deena.”
I huffed, leaning my head back to meet his gaze. I loved the way he was looking at me right now. Like nothing else mattered. Nothing else even came close. “Oops?” I said, and his smile widened. I grinned in response; it was impossible not to.
I had no idea sex could be like this. A moment ago, it had beenthe most intense pleasure of my life. Now I was trying not to giggle.
Cal leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Turn around and put your hands flat on the desk, love.”
“What, are you going to punish me?” I sassed.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he said, using his hands on my waist to spin me around. A broad palm pushed down the center of my back, and I had no choice but to put my hands down to catch myself. Excitement curled low in my belly, and I realized it was because I trusted him.
I trusted him with my body and my pleasure. I trusted him to watch and listen and provide.
I trembled as he brushed my hair over my shoulder, then ran his palm down the valley of my spine. He tugged at my skirt, sliding it back down over my ass and thighs before lowering the zipper and letting the skirt fall to the floor.
