Thank God the desk hides my bulge!
She sets the glass down. “So, are we going to celebrate this long-overdue recruitment?”
“Um…” I squint at her. “I thought that’s what the wine was for?”
“Wine is just the prelude.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Oh?”
She rises and comes to stand on the other side of the desk.
“Oh,” she echoes, bending forward.
Her mouth brushes mine. My glass barely hits the desk before I’m on her. My hand finds her waist, steadying her, then drawing her closer. The kiss deepens. Her lips are soft but insistent. Her mouth is hungry. She scrapes my bottom lip with her teeth, lightly, but enough to make me groan. She tastes like the wine we’ve been drinking, like the only woman I’ll ever need, like everything I’ve ever wanted.
When I draw back, panting, I rest my forehead against hers.
“This is going to get out of hand,” I warn.
She smiles slyly. “Then let it.”
The sultry look she gives me drives the air from my lungs.
“Lock the door,” she gasps.
I’m already moving before the words leave her swollen lips. A flick of the key, a click, and we’re safe from Claudia checking for forgotten lights. When I turn back, Eva is waiting, her breath quick, eyes dark.
I don’t just kiss her this time. I devour her.
She presses close, her hands splayed over my chest. My palms move to her hips, anchoring her as her mouth opens beneath mine. Her lips move down my jaw, her breath hot on my skin. I hold her tighter, loving the way she feels. The way she responds. The way she claims me back.
For a long time, there’s nothing but the sound of kissing, the scrape of fabric, the restless rhythm of hands exploring. My hands are everywhere—her hips, her back, dragging up to rake her hair and then down again to cup her ass. When I lick a hot stripe down her throat, she whimpers, arching into me, begging for more. And, Christ, I’ll give it to her.
I push her gently against the edge of the desk and lift her onto it. Her skirt rides higher as she opens her legs to make room for me. Papers scatter, but I don’t care. My hands are on her thighs, hiking up her skirt until it’s bunched around her waist. I stroke her, feeling the wetness through her panties. It drives me crazy.
I push the damp fabric to one side and palm her soaked pussy harder, greedier. She moans under my touch.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur, dizzy with need. “I’m going to eat you out right here, Eva.”
I start to crouch when her hand grips my shoulder, firm but gentle.
“Wait,” she says.
I stop instantly, meeting her eyes. She pulls back, breathing hot, eyes dark with something fierce.
Her voice is determined. “I have something else in mind.”
She slides off the desk. Her gaze never leaves mine as I straighten. Her hands tug at my shirt, unbutton it. She rains kisses across my chest. Bending down, she kisses my abs and licks a trail to my navel.
“Eva…” I whisper, torn between disbelief and want.
She keeps moving lower, and then she kneels, shocking me.
My heart races as I watch her reach for my belt, her fingers working the buckle. I can hardly believe it. We’ve made love a dozen times, and she’s never done this. I thought it wasn’t something she wanted to do. But here she is, on her knees, looking up at me with those intense eyes.
“Eva…”
“Shh,” she whispers, her fingers unzipping my pants. “Let me do this.”
