“Stop,” he demands.
As he rolls up his sleeves, my chest rises and fallssteeply, straining against the silk of my blouse. “Tell me what you want me to do, Duke, and I’ll do it.”
He wheels his chair back from his desk and places his hands on the padded arms. His fingers dig into the leather while his legs are spread, presumably to make room for what’s behind his straining zipper.
“Eyes up here, Grace.” My gaze flicks upward. “Take your blouse off. Slowly.”
I will my hands to stop shaking as I unfasten my blouse, one button at a time. We’re doing this. We’re really doing this. In. His. Office.
Silk fabric slides over my shoulders and floats to the floor. I don’t wait for the next instruction. I unhook my bra and let it fall too, Duke runs his thumb over his lips. I just know he’s imagining those lips on my skin.
I said I’d do whatever he wanted, but I didn’t promise to make it easy for him. I skate my fingers over my exposed abdomen, trailing higher to palm my breasts. I roll my peaked nipples between my fingers and thumbs and my core twists painfully. When I groan, there’s no theatrics, no faking it. My legs are ready to buckle.
“I need you, Duke.”
“You’re going to have to wait for my cock, Angel,” he says and when I glare, he arches an eyebrow. His hands grip the arms of his chair again. “You need to pay your penance first.”
“My…” The words fade on my lips. OK. I deserve it. “Then tell me whatyouneed.”
“Lift up your skirt,” he says on a rasp. “Let me see what’s mine.”
I roll my lips, fighting the smile as I wriggle my hips and pull up my skirt so it bunches around my waist.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingernails almost tearingthe leather of his armrests. “Angel, have you been walking around the office all morning with no panties?”
“Only the walk here from the restroom. I didn’t want anything coming between us. Not ever again,” I reply, and the rush of emotion takes me by surprise. I forget about being playful. I nearly lost him and I don’t want to think how differently today might have been if he wasn’t here. “I need you in my life, Duke.”
His muscles flex as if he’s about to leap out of his chair, but he stays where he is. “You have me, Grace, but I’m not rushing this.” He tips his head towards my desk. “Take a seat. Show me how much you need me.”
Stubborn bastard.
“Anything you say,” I whisper sweetly as I slip between his chair and desk. I position myself between his legs, facing him as I reach my hands behind me to find the edge of the desk. I’m further from the desk than I should be and make sure to bend forward as I stretch. I’m leaning over his lap, my breasts dangling closer to his hands if only he stopped gripping the damn chair.
He growls. I smile.
After teasing him, I hoist myself up onto the desk, careful to keep my legs closed for now. Once I’ve jiggled my hips so I’m fully seated on his desk, Duke rolls his chair forward. He slips off one of my sensible-heeled pumps and rests my foot on his thigh, then does the same with the other. As he opens his legs, he opens me too. My body thrums with pent up yearning.
I lean forward, blocking his view. “Kiss me, Duke. Please.”
His hands slide up my calves. “The first time I kissed you in this office, you said it wasmeh.”
I roll my eyes. “It wasn’tmeh. You knowit wasn’tmeh. It was toe-curling perfection, only to be outdone by that kiss in the bar last night. That was just…”
I groan. Loudly. But Duke’s features are a mask of indifference. “It wasn’t enough to get you into my damn hotel room.”
“It was everything,” I insist. “Youare everything, and if you don’t kiss me, Duke, I… I’m going to self-combust.”
He rolls his shoulders. “Then let’s put that to the test,” he says, pushing against my shoulders so I straighten up. He drops his hands to my knees and my legs fall all the way open. His jaw feathers and his breathing quickens as he stares at my center. My muscles clench in reaction to his gaze as if he were trailing his finger through me.
“Look at the beautiful mess you’re making all over my desk.”
“Duke…” I whimper.
He strokes his thumbs on the inside of my knees. “Lie back, Grace. You don’t get to taste my lips until they’re covered in all your sweetness.”
As I rest back onto my elbows, Duke leans forward and lifts my legs so my calves rest on his shoulders. I brace myself as he leans forward and parts me with his thumbs. His gaze fixes on me as he runs the flat of his tongue slowly along the length of my quivering pussy.
“Damn, I missed the taste of you,” he groans, then takes another swipe. And, god help me, another.
