I felt the pent-up need in his voice with every essence of my being. I was ready to let this man do to me whatever he pleased.
“Don’t be gentle,” I said, and his eyes finally opened, pinning me with an intensity that reflected the one inside myself.
In the next breath, his hands cupped my face and his lips were on mine, devouring me. My hands roamed his torso, touching him hungrily while his strong muscles flexed and shifted. The fabric of his suit was in my way and I stripped it off.
His fingers traced the zipper of my dress down my back and the chill of the air met my flushed, heated skin, sending goose bumps to meet his fingertips.
He molded his lips against mine, sliding his tongue in my mouth, tasting me even deeper than he had earlier. Grunts and moans filled the space between us and I had to break the kiss, breathing in the air as I arched into his touch.
Kian didn’t pause, trailing kisses down my neck. Hot and greedy.Like he couldn’t get enough of me. Scorching desire prickled over my skin, and I met him stroke for stroke. I would give as much as I took from him.
As if he could read my thoughts, he kissed me harder, a rumble coming from deep in his chest. He put his hand on my leg and slid it up under my dress, his hand gripping my upper thigh.
I felt his cock press against my leg and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. I shivered when he reached my panties, cupping me through the silky fabric.
I moaned into his mouth.
“You’re wet for me,” he grunted, stroking my drenched pussy.
His knuckles grazed my clit, and I sank my teeth into his forearm, a soft whimper slipping out as the office seemed to close in around us.
My hands fisted his half-opened dress shirt, pulling it from his suit pants with a desperate need to have him inside me.
“Such a good girl for me.” My back arched and I rocked myself into his hand, every cell in my body eager to please him. “Do you want to be my whore or my good girl?”
“Fuck me,” I begged, mindless with lust.
I rolled my hips against his hand and he emitted a deep, rough sound.
“Do you want to be my whore or my good girl?” he repeated, his fingers slipping into my panties and his thumb rubbing ruthless circles against my clit.
Moaning, I answered, “Both. Either. Just please… Fuck. Me.”
I must have lost my mind, because I meant those words. I had no idea where this woman was hiding, but I was ready to let her—whore or good girl—out.
Kian pushed my dress down my body, letting it pool at my feet. He pulled my panties down my legs and over my heels. Then his hands slipped under my ass and he lifted me onto the surface of his desk, the cool mahogany stark against my heated skin.
He pushed my legs apart, his fingertips reaching for my bare, wet entrance, while his other hand reached for his belt buckle.
His cock sprang out, large, thick, and glistening with pre-cum while he watched me with lust in his dark eyes.
“You’re ready for me too,” I breathed boldly.
“Spread ’em wide, Sophie.”
I obeyed and he yanked my hips closer to the edge. His eyes swept down to my naked body and he groaned as he positioned his cock at my entrance. My eyes rolled to the back of my head the moment his hot tip touched my throbbing pussy.
“Fuck,” I moaned, arching my body and letting his length slide inside me.
With a hand on the back of my head, he bent over me to kiss me and with one hard thrust filled me to the hilt.
There was no pause, no adjustment—not that I needed it. He pumped his hips ruthlessly into me and I hung on to the desk, silently begging formore more more.
“Fucking perfect,” he groaned, kissing, nipping my neck, my shoulder, down to my breast.
His hand braced my ass and he fucked me deeper and harder. In and out. My hands gripped his shoulders, scrambling for purchase.
Not slowing down in the least, Kian kept fucking me like his life—and mine—depended on it. I closed my eyes, relishing every sensation and second of this while he fucked me like he owned me.
