Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I like the way you look at me,” she said, breathless.
I grabbed the fabric of her skirt by her thigh, balled it into a fist, and began to drag it up at a painfully slow pace. “That’s not new intel.”
Her wicked smile hinted she had something on me, like an ace up her sleeve. Her breath caught when I’d lifted the skirt high enough to slip my hand beneath the layers of fabric and touch the heated, silk-covered skin above her knee. Like the last time I’d trapped her against a wall, I yanked her knee up so she could wrap her leg around me. When I found a band of lace high up on her thigh, I glanced down—
“Jesus.”
“Is something wrong?” she purred, gloating.
“Hell no, nothing wrong here.” Only that I was going to have to rethink the plan of getting her naked. One look at her leg wrapped in that see-through black thigh-high, with her creamy skin peeking out at the top, and I was fucking drowning in lust.
Since her leg was propped up, I now had access beneath her skirt, and I was ready to take advantage. The backs of my fingers skimmed over the inside of her raised knee, steadily drawing a line toward my target.
“Tell me,” I said again. Now her tremble wasn’t in fear, it was in anticipation, and I watched her throat as she swallowed hard.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she whispered quickly. “I close my eyes, and I see you.”
I found more black lace, and the panties were sexy as hell. Was I going to have to leave those on, too? She sighed in seeming relief as I put my hand right where the lace covered her, where her body was damp. Her green eyes slammed shut as I touched her, massaging her clit through the thin lace.
The idea that she was still seeing me, even with her eyes closed, brought me closer to the brink. Every breathless moan and almost inaudible sigh rang loud in my ears.
Apparently, she thought about me as much as I thought about her.
“Is that all?” I tightened down on the last of the control I held over myself before it broke.
Her eyes fluttered open when my hand stopped moving but remained cupping her, and the expression on her face was confusion. It accused me of asking too much, but too fucking bad. I wanted to hear all of it, and that drove me down to my knees in more than one way.
I had to spend a frustrating moment sorting through the layers of her skirt, until it was pushed to her waist.
“Hold this,” I commanded and sat back on my heels. The beauty of her body packaged in the sexy lingerie was too much. It made me weak.
“I want to know everything about you,” she admitted.
Shit, did I understand. I held myself at arm’s length because personal information could be used as a weapon against me.
“Oh, God, you make me feel out of control,” she gasped.
I leaned forward, pressing her thigh against the wall and holding it so she was open to me. I put my mouth on the black netting and dragged my tongue across the band at the top of her thigh-highs, then over her trembling skin, up toward her pussy.
I sucked at her through the lace I found there, licking where it would give her the most pleasure. She cried out when the panties were pulled to the side and I kissed her, using my tongue to caress and please.
But I had to hurry. Soon, the guard downstairs was going to wonder what happened to the couple he’d let go by, and he’d come knocking on the door. Goddammit. Next time, I’d get to do this on my timeframe. I’d drag the orgasms from her slowly and properly. There was no voice in my head correcting me about next time.
Because there would most definitely be a next time.
I fluttered the tip of my tongue, lashing at her clit. The muscles in her legs tightened. The knuckles on the hem of her skirt went white. Above me, her chest heaved, and the sound of her gulping huge gasps of air echoed in the spacious office.
Last time I’d gotten to do this, she’d been so close when we’d had to stop, and I’d be damned if I was going to deny her again. No one was going to stop or interrupt us.
I flicked my tongue over her soft, wet skin and pressed my middle finger inside her. She issued a sound of satisfaction through her fingers because her hand not holding up her skirt was covering her mouth.
I started slow, letting her get used to the possession, before my index finger joined in as well. I pumped both fingers at a measured tempo, and shit—her body was like an inferno. The tip of my tongue spun and cartwheeled over her clit while I fucked her with my fingers, and she struggled to contain her moans.