“Don’t cover this office. I made sure of it.” I move toward her slowly. “Any other objections?”
She swallows. “We shouldn’t.”
“That’s not an objection. That’s a suggestion.” I stop in front of her, close enough to touch but not touching. Not yet. “Tell me to stop, and I will. Tell me you don’t want this, and we’ll go home right now.”
She doesn’t say anything. Just stares at me, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“That’s what I thought.”
I close the distance and claim her mouth. There’s nothing gentle about it this time. I kiss her like I own her. Because I do. She’s mine. Every inch of her.
I run my hands over her body, memorizing the curves I’ve been dreaming about. The swell of her hips. The dip of her waist. The softness of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.She moans into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I spin her around and press her against my desk. She braces herself on the surface, and I lean over her, dragging my mouth along the curve of her neck. I kiss and suck and bite while I work the zipper at the back of her dress.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” I growl against her ear. “Bending you over this desk. Making you scream my name where anyone could hear.”
She shivers beneath me. “We work here.”
“I know. That’s what makes it so fucking hot.”
The zipper gives way. I peel the dress down her shoulders, down her arms, until it pools at her feet. She’s wearing a black lace bra and matching panties. I take a step back just to look at her.
“Turn around.”
She obeys, turning to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing is ragged. Standing there in nothing but lace, framed by the city lights, she’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“I see the smartest woman in every room she walks into. I see someone who caught an error that would have cost this company millions. I see my wife.” I step closer and trace my finger along the edge of her bra. “And I see someone who’s about to come apart on my desk.”
“Is that an order, Mr. Karpov?”
The use of my title sends a jolt of heat through me. “It’s a promise, Mrs. Karpov.”
I unhook her bra and toss it aside, then cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples until they peak. She arches into my touch as a moan slips past her lips.
“Menlow, please.”
“Please what? Use your words. Tell your boss what you need.”
Her eyes flash with something dark and hungry. “I need you to stop teasing me.”
“Not a chance.” I pinch one nipple, and she gasps. “I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to make you beg.”
I lower my mouth to her breast and draw the nipple between my lips. I suck and swirl my tongue while I give the other the same attention with my fingers, pinching and rolling until she’s squirming against the desk.
“God, yes,” she breathes. “More.”
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and drag them down her legs. She kicks them off, and I drop to my knees in front of her.
“Sit on the desk,” I command.
She hoists herself up, and I spread her thighs, positioning myself between them. She’s pink and glistening and ready for me.
“Look at you,” I mumble. “So wet already. Is this what defending my honor does to you?”
