"That's it," I groan. "Fuck, Josie. You look so goddamn good right now."
Her body reacts to my praise, and soon, her hand starts fumbling between us. She starts palming me through my jeans, rubbing the length of me, andfuck, I nearly black out.
"Josie—"
"Faster," she begs against my lips, her hand working me as I work her. "Please, I'm so close, I'm—"
I curl my fingers one more time and she shatters.
Her whole body goes rigid, then convulses, her cunt clenching around my fingers as she cries out my name into my mouth.
Goddamn.
That's what was missing last time.
When she took me back to her hotel room, we were strangers. I never thought I'd hear her moan my name like that, so I drinkit down, every desperate sound, riding her through it until she's trembling and boneless and gasping against my chest.
When I finally pull my fingers free, they're glistening. I hold them up between us, watching her dazed eyes track the movement.
Then I slide them into my mouth.
"Fuck," she whispers, watching me taste her. "That's—"
"Delicious," I finish. "You taste even better than I remembered."
"You're insane," she breathes.
"And you're still wearing way too many clothes."
I spin her around before she can respond, my hands gripping her hips, and bend her over the desk. She lets out a startled gasp, her palms flattening against the surface, her ass pushing back into me.
Oh, fuck me.
That ass.
"Look at you," I groan, dragging my hands over the curve of her, kneading those perfect globes through her leggings. "I have wanted to see you like this since the second you walked into that conference room and pretended you didn't know me."
"Declan—"
"Bent over. Spread out.Mine." I yank her leggings down in one rough pull, and the breath leaves my lungs. Black lace. Of course it's black lace. "These are pretty."
She glances back over her shoulder, breathless, that little smirk playing on her lips. "Thanks. I—"
I hook my fingers into the lace andtear.
"Declan!"
The fabric rips clean off her hips, and she yelps, then moans when my hand comes down on her ass.
"These are mine now." I shove the torn lace into my pocket. "A souvenir."
"You're a caveman."
"You love it." I drag my palms over her bare ass, spreading her open, and the sight of her glistening pussy dripping nearly drops me to my knees. "God, look at you."
I have my jeans open in seconds, my cock springing free, hard and aching and leaking at the tip. I rub myself against her, sliding through her slick heat, coating myself in her.
She whimpers and pushes back against me.
