Page 112 of Shark’s Pride

Just like that, her tee was in two pieces, starting with the snip I had made at the neckline. The aggressive motion halted her protest. Shock and arousal battled for top billing on her features.

“You were saying?” I thumbed her erect nipples through the lace of her bra before taking each breast roughly in my hands. I kneaded and plumped their fullness in my palms. As I did, a new plan filled my mind. I acted on it at once, leaning closer to Abbi.

“Put your hands around my neck, baby.”

This time, she followed my instructions without question. She kept her gaze fixed on mine, lusty need starting to override her natural inclination to investigate every angle of a situation or command. I cradled her by her backside, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. At once, I carried her over to the conference table. I nudged the chair at the head of the large surface, pushing it off to the side a bit, enabling me to stand at the end. I laid Abbigail onto the flat top. She shuddered when her skin met the cool surface but stilled when her eyes fell on my hands—as I got busy unbuckling my belt.

“I need to feel you” was all I could manage. My voice was strangled with the single-minded obsession. Once the seed of the idea popped into my brain, I couldn’t focus on anything else. Just a few strokes, I told myself, and then I would tend to her more. Just to take the edge off—and then I could think straight again.

And then I would take care of exactly why I’d called her in here to begin with.

Abbi propped herself up on her elbows to have a better view of me standing before her. She watched with rapt interest as I maneuvered the button and fly of her jeans. She lifted her hips when I yanked the pants off her legs in one quick move. I dropped the denim to the floor in a careless heap.

“The bra.” I held out my hand, wanting her to bare the final bit of herself to me. Instead of complying, she shot a quick look to the door clear across the suite. “Remember when I asked you to lock it?” I prompted.

My assurance, though a ruthless snarl, worked the trick of visibly relaxing her. After an audible but gorgeous breath, she reached behind her back and snapped the clasp. Her breasts, full and erect, spilled free from their lingerie confines.

As soon as Abbi handed over her lacey bra, I let it fall on top of her jeans. I stood to my full height and said, “Lie all the way back.” As she eagerly complied, I murmured, “Next time I have a meeting at this table, I’m going to picture you lying here like this.”

“Hmmm.” Her hum was like music, silken and sweet. “Nice.”

I moved around to push my executive chair out of the way. “Close your eyes.”

After she did, I moved from the head of the table and went to take a seat closer to her head. I padded softly so she wouldn’t know where to expect my voice to come from when I spoke again. I stroked my fingers down her cheek. She startled at first, surprised I was so close to her face.

“I don’t think you realize how important you are to me, Abbigail.” I continued my trail, dipping my head to brush my lips across her cheek several times. I kept going, down over her chin and throat before sucking and licking the hollow at the base. My voice was deeper when I spoke again. “To be honest, I don’t think I even realized it until this week.” I gave her more trails with my fingertips again, going gentle and slow across her collarbones. To me, that had always been one of the most delicate and perfect parts of a woman’s body, especially hers.

But I didn’t stop there. I couldn’t.

I skimmed my touch down into the valley between her breasts. I applied my mouth to the effort again, unable to hold back my erotic hunger. I sucked her nipple into my mouth before giving the tender tip a nibble. She tasted so damn good, spice and salty feminine musk. At once, Abbi reacted with a sharp moan into the still air of my office.

“Oh, Sebastian! God, yes. Finally.”

She sifted her fingers through my hair, and I decided to allow her the contact. I wouldn’t be staying there long, so why not?

I licked around the stiff bud before biting again, only harder then. She arched her back off the table, pushing her sweet swell deeper into my mouth. With my palm, I flattened her back to the table. “Relax, Red.”

She let out a sound of adorable protest.

“Patience, baby.” I flicked my tongue over her flesh again. She went still but whimpered, not happy about having to be so still while I ruthlessly pleasured her. “Ah. That’s better.”

Despite my best efforts to hold it back, a deep groan spilled out. I let it linger on the air while skimming my fingers over her ribs, continuing my path down her body. When I spoke again, I returned to the serious intent of what I needed to say here—while I definitely knew she was listening, not just hearing.

“I want you to know, Abbigail, how much I think about you when we’re not together.” I skated my fingers across her abdomen and then kissed a wet trail in their wake. “How every decision I make is with you in mind. With us in mind. Because I think we’re building a future together now. It’s a whole new way of existing for me.”

I got to her hips, where her bones stuck out in such a feminine way, they called to the male in me. Here, her body begged me to grip on to her and thrust into her with primal force. I had to move back to the end of the table and yank her down again, making her legs dangle off the edge in preparation for my entrance.

“Fuck, Bas. Please. God, please, just do it.” She bucked her hips in need, her body so on edge from all my petting.

“Not yet, baby. Not yet. I want to be sure you’re really listening to me.”

“I am. I am! You, me, future. I want that too. I do. More than anything. Please, please!”

“I love you, Abbigail. I will do anything to keep you safe.” I slid my fingers through the wetness that slicked her pussy. Her scent was so heady. Calling to me. Teasing me. I opened my slacks and pulled them down around my hips. Quickly, I did the same with my boxer briefs. I lowered everything just far enough to free my shaft, so hard, thick, and ready to celebrate its newfound movement. “I’m going to protect you with every part of my body…even if it tears my heart out.”

On one long surge, I thrust my cock into her. I didn’t stop until I was fully buried in her wet, tight cunt.

“Pull your legs back, Abbi,” I told her so I could drive deeper into her. She listened immediately, trusting my experience over her lack of, and immediately felt the difference.