As so often happened when they were playing, that simple three-letter word, freely given, had the power to shatter his control.
His hands found her ass and hauled her against him, and the kiss he pressed to her mouth was without preamble and stripped of patience. Desire sparked through her just as fast.
She yelped when he spun her and bent her over the desk in one motion, a hand firm between her shoulders while the other dragged her pants and panties down.
The sound of his zipper made her breath catch. The slow, deliberate glide of him through her wetness, had her pressing her lips together to keep quiet.
His fingers threaded into her hair as he bent over her, sinking deep. His mouth found her ear. “Since when have we needed a bed?”
She smiled a half second before his lips met hers—an awkward angle, but she didn’t care. The kiss deepened, fueled by a passion that transcended impulse, their surroundings, and the team of men waiting mere feet away. This moment was theirs alone.
Her fingers curled around the edge of the desk. Her other hand found his thigh. “I love you, handler,” she breathed into his mouth.
“Focus,” he said.
A laugh escaped her. “You’re the one who put me over the desk.”
“You’re the one who climbed into my space.” A deliberate thrust punctuated it. “Teasing me.”
“Technicality.”
His mouth moved to her jaw, her throat, the pulse point he knew by memory. She tilted her head, giving him access.
He picked up the pace, and she was already close. When his hand slid around to the front and his fingers found her clit, her own control vanished.
She came hard, biting her lip to muffle the sound as her body clenched tight around him.
“Gaby—” He groaned against her neck, arms locking around her as his pleasure followed.
Minutes passed, their bodies cooling. She exhaled slowly. “Now I’m really good.”
Rhys chuckled. “Not the adjective I would choose.” He kissed her cheek before he withdrew. “Hang on…”
She heard footsteps as he returned with tissue. After a quick cleanup, he helped her to her feet.
With her clothes restored to order, she faced him and used her thumb to wipe smudges of Passionate Pink lipstick from his lips. He finger-combed her hair but frowned at the result.
Her hands came up to help while he searched for the clip lost somewhere on the desk.
“Here.”
Once she had twisted, clipped, and smoothed, her eyes found his. “Will anyone notice?”
“Yes.” He pulled her in for another kiss. “They’ll notice you’re even more beautiful after your handler fucked you.”
“Rhys!” But she laughed, loving when his iron control slipped.
“You go in,” he repeated, completely serious now. “But you follow protocol to the letter.”
“I will.”
“No improvising.”
She gave him a look. “I have to be able to react and adjust.”
His mouth flattened, but he conceded, “Only that.”
She smiled, softer this time. “We’ve got this.”
