“Maddy.”
She stops and turns back to me.
I stand, feeling the blood pound in my ears. I amnotimpulsive. I donotact without thinking it through.
But I can’t hold back anymore.
I cross the room in three steps and stop, close enough that I can see the tiny pores of her skin, the faintest shimmer of mascara on her lashes. She looks up at me, her chin tilted, her lips parted like she’s about to say something and then thinks better of it.
“You’re doing well here. You’re not like the others,” I say, and immediately want to take it back because of how pathetic it sounds.
She blinks, a flush creeping up her neck. “I hope not.”
I want to step back, to put a desk or a wall or a continent between us. But I stand there, willing myself to recall every HR policy I’ve ever drafted.
But I still lean in, my fingers brushing her jaw, and for a second, I think she might run, but she doesn’t. She leans in, just barely, and that’s all it takes.
I fucking kiss her.
The folder slips from my grip and hits the floor. I hear the papers scatter, but don’t care. My other hand is on her waist, pulling her into me, and she yields, her body soft against mine. Her lips are hungry and unsure, and when she gasps, I take the opening, devouring her mouth until her fingers clutch my arms.
This is what I’ve been waiting for.
I guide her back to my desk, shove the remaining clutter aside, and lift her onto it. She’s breathing hard, but pulls me in, grabs the back of my neck, and keeps her mouth against mine.
My hands are everywhere—her back, her hips, her thighs—and I realize I’m losing it. My heart hammers in my chest, and my cock is throbbing to the point of nearly exploding in my fucking pants.
I hike her skirt to her waist, and she helps me, biting her lip as I slide her forward to the edge of the desk.
I drop to my knees, inhaling the scent of her sweet little pussy. I press my face to her, kiss along the seam of her panties until she moans, and then slide them down, watching her for any sign of doubt.
There is none.
I press her thighs apart and bury my face in her. Her scent is clean, sweet, and the first lick sends a shudder through her whole body. I flatten my tongue, working slow, patient circles, then switch to short, fast flicks on her clit until she’s whimpering and grabbing fistfuls of my hair.
“Oh my god, Adrian,” she whimpers, her hips grinding against my face. She clings to me as she moves, and I dig my nails into the tops of her legs, desperately lapping her up.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted,” I groan into her. I lose myself, licking and sucking, and then pushing two fingers inside her, fucking her slow as she rocks against me. The sound of her breathing, the small cries she can’t suppress, the way her muscles tense—all of it drives me crazy.
I want to make her come so hard she forgets her own goddamn name.
“You’re so sweet,” I murmur into her center. “I want you to come all over my face.”
She lets out a moan, and it happens faster than I expect. She locks her legs around my head, hips grinding, and then sheclamps down on my fingers, the first pulse of her orgasm so strong, it sends out a gush of moisture.
“Adrian,” she gasps my name, her breath hitching.
I don’t stop. I keep licking up every drop of her and keep curling my fingers until she’s begging me.
“Please, Adrian, please…”
Only then do I stand, wipe my mouth, and look at her.
She has a wild look in her eyes, and her face is flushed. Her chest heaves as her eyes watch me.
Fuck. I need to be inside of her.
I unbuckle my belt and release my cock. She reaches for it, wrapping her hand around the shaft. But I don’t give her a chance to jerk me off.
