“Aaron! I have a conference call in twenty minutes.”
“That’s nineteen minutes we shouldn’t waste,” I move closer to her desk.
Minji looks at her watch, then at the door, then back at me. I can tell she’s weighing the risks and rewards—work versus pleasure. It’s all right there on her face.
“You’re impossible,” she murmurs, but she’s already pushing her chair back. I round the corner of the massive desk, spinning her chair to face me. “Impossible to resist, you mean.”
When I drop to my knees in front of her, her breath catches. I run my hands up her calves, feeling the smooth silk of her stockings beneath my fingertips.
“Finish eating your lunch while I eat you.” I gesture to the food on her desk. “Go on, eat and don’t disturb me.” I spread her legs. “I’m still making up for the twelve years we were apart.”
She inhales sharply as my tongue makes first contact, her thighs tensing beneath my hands. I can taste her through the thin fabric of her panties, already wet for me. With deliberate slowness, I drag her underwear down her legs, letting my fingertips trail fire along her skin.
“Aaron…” Her voice is half-warning, half-plea.
I glance up, enjoying the sight of her flushed face, her eyes dark with want. “Better start eating your lunch, Counselor. Clock’s ticking.”
With trembling hands, she reaches for her food, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy while I spread her thighswider. I kiss the inside of her knee, then work my way higher, leaving a trail of heat along her sensitive skin. When I finally reach her center, I pause, letting my breath tease her.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispers, one hand moving to the back of my head.
I smile against her thigh. “So demanding.”
Then I dive in, savoring her like she’s the only sustenance I need. I know her body better than any character I’ve ever written. I know exactly how to circle my tongue to make her breath hitch, how to suck gently on her clit to make her grip my hair tighter. Above me, I hear the soft clink of chopsticks against the container as she tries to follow my instructions.
“You’re impossible.” She gasps, abandoning all pretense of eating.
I hum against her, the vibration making her squirm. “Focus, Minji. Multitasking is your specialty.”
Her laugh turns into a moan as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars. She’s so wet, so ready for me that I have to hold back my own groan. The power of reducing Manhattan’s most formidable attorney to this quivering, needy state is intoxicating.
“Fifteen minutes,” she manages.
I increase my pace, working her with my fingers while my tongue draws intricate patterns against her swollen clit. Her thighs begin to tremble, and I know she’s close. I look up, wanting to see her face when she falls apart.
She’s beautiful, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes shut as she tries to stay quiet. All her professional walls are gone, and it’s Minji—my Minji—lost in the moment.
“Aaron, I’m going to?—”
“I know, Honeybee. Let go for me.”
Her entire body tenses as the orgasm crashes through her, her inner walls pulsing around my fingers. I work her throughit, gentling my touch as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her thighs. When she finally opens her eyes, they’re hazy with satisfaction.
“That was…” She exhales shakily. “A very compelling argument for extended lunch breaks.”
I rise to my feet, adjusting my pants to accommodate my obvious arousal. I pull her up from the chair into my arms, her body still trembling slightly against mine. I reach for her hips, turning her around gently but firmly. She braces herself against the desk, looking back at me with that perfect mixture of challenge and desire that drives me wild. Her skirt is already hiked up around her waist, revealing the curves I’ve memorized with my hands and lips over countless nights.
“We have—” She checks her watch “—twelve minutes now.”
“I only need ten,” I promise, unbuckling my belt. The sound makes her shiver visibly.
I press against her from behind, my hardness nestled against her bare skin. She pushes back, impatient as always.
“No teasing,” she warns, voice husky. “Not now.”
I lean forward, my chest against her back, and whisper in her ear, “Yes, Counselor.”
When I slide into her, we both groan at the sensation. She’s still sensitive from her first orgasm, her body gripping me like she never wants to let go. I have to pause, gathering my control before I start to move. When Minji decided to take the Depo shot, as an alternative to the birth control pill, I was skeptical about it. I wasn’t sure it would be effective, but for the past year, we haven’t had a pregnancy scare. And having sex with no condom feels more than amazing.
