She kept stroking, fist gliding in time with the bob of her head, drool sliding over her fingers, down her wrist. She barely noticed, too focused on the strained noises slipping past his teeth.
Finally, she pulled off with a wetpop, dropping her head to take one of his balls into her mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make him hiss.
“Shit—” His voice was a desperate growl.
She switched to the other nut, her hand still stroking from root to tip. The salty musk of him filled her senses, her own arousal dripping down her thighs, her body throbbing with need.
“You like that?” she whispered, nuzzling the base of his cock.
“Oh—God—yeah.” His body tensed, sac drawing up. He was close.
Allegra rocked back on her knees. “Nuh-uh, Mr. Steel. We’re just getting warmed up.”
Nate made a low, incredulous sound. One second she was kneeling in front of him, the next he’d grabbed her under the arms, hauling her up. “Nate—!” she yelped, but he was already striding toward the heavy oak reading table in the center of the library. With a grunt, he dumped her onto the polished surface.
Then he was between her legs, his mouth pressing a searing kiss above her left knee. Another, higher. Allegra whimpered, her fingers seizing the edge of the table as his mouth inched closer, the heat of his breath making her squirm.
The first drag of his tongue through her folds made her gasp, her back lifting off the table. His hands spread her thighs wider, his lips sealing over her. “Nate!” She was soaked, her wetness glistening on his chin.
“So sweet,” he rumbled. “Never getting enough of this.”
He went at her clit like he was solving a Rubik’s Cube—long, methodical strokes before switching to quick, teasing flicks.Hell, he was talented. This wasn’t just oral. It was a full-blown dessert buffet. Her breath came in uneven pulls, pleasure coiling tighter, tighter. She was right there—one more slurp, and she’d shatter.
But Nate had other ideas.
He surged up with a growl, his mouth slamming into hers. She could taste herself on his lips, feel the desperation in his kiss as he yanked her to the edge of the table. His cock, still slick from her mouth, notched against her entrance.
“Condom,” she said, even as her body begged her to let him in. “You brought one, right?”
He hesitated. “Yeah. In my wallet. I mean—not because I thought—” He waved at the pile of clothes, flustered. “It’s just been there forever. Probably expired.”
“Whatever,” she said, losing patience. “Just get it already.”
He fumbled for his wallet, nearly dropping it, then tugged the foil packet free. He squinted at it, turning it over. “Hang on.”
“Nate.”
“Okay, okay—just checking.” He nodded, triumphant. “See? Expires in two months.”
“Nate. Isodo not care right now.”
His mouth twitched. “Good. Because I would’ve used it, even if it expired in the eighties.”
“Romantic,” she said, grin widening as she watched him roll it on. The moment he aligned with her entrance, she wrapped her legs around him.
“Ready?” he asked.
“So, so ready,” she said, fingers sinking into the muscle of his shoulders.
And then he pushed, filling her inch by inch. Allegra's breath hitched, her body arching into his, her nails raking down his back. It was a deep, aching kind of pleasure, like she’d been missing something she didn’t know she needed—until now. Until him.
“Oh,shit—" The word burst from her, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper until they were flush.
He stilled, their foreheads pressed together. “That time in Geneva… every damn night, I wanted you, Allegra. But I couldn’t. Because you deserved—”
She cupped his face, her thumbs brushing his cheekbones. “I know, Nate.”
And then he began to move. At first, he took her with slow, measured thrusts. But that control didn’t last. The second her hips started rising to meet his, all pretense of restraint shattered.
