After Hours. Vicki Lewis Thompson
me completely naked. Right now.”
Grasping the garter belt and panties together, he pulled them down in one swift move.
When she stepped out of them, he paused to sear the moment into his brain. The woman of his dreams stood before him, naked and eager, surrounded by the sedate trappings of a lawyer’s office. The contrast was absolutely delicious, and he wanted to savor it before he was swept into a firestorm of need.
When he cupped her sleek bottom and sank to his heels, the thrill of the forbidden made him dizzy. She moaned again, an urgent little sound that told him she was desperate for release. Leaning forward, he slid his tongue boldly through her golden curls and tasted paradise.
The condom she held landed on the floor beside him as she gripped his head in both hands and shuddered.
He moved in closer, getting his shoulders under her thighs as he lifted her to the edge of the desk.
As he began to feast, she whimpered and tightened her hold on his scalp. Ah, she was heavenly, melting on his tongue like fine chocolate. He guided her to spread her thighs even more, and with a sigh of surrender she obliged him, stretching one leg along the edge of the desk. Papers rustled and drifted to the floor.
He caressed her with his tongue and slid his fingers deep into her wet heat, probing and stroking her to a fever pitch. Her cries grew more intense, her breathing more labored.
And then the wave broke, filling the small office with the sound of her ecstasy. His groin throbbed with nearly unbearable tension and he longed to rip off his jeans and bury his penis in her quaking vagina. But too much was at stake to risk muting any of the pleasure he wanted to give her. So he followed her all the way through her climax, lapping the nectar of her release and heightening her contractions with the rhythm of his fingers.
At last the tremors eased and her muscles relaxed. Placing his hands at her waist, he steadied her as he kissed a path over her flat stomach. Gradually rising from his knees, he lifted her onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere. The desk phone rattled, but somehow didn’t end up on the floor.
She braced her hands behind her and arched her back, as if anticipating his next goal. He took her quivering nipple in his teeth and raked the firm tip gently.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes.”
With one hand supporting the small of her back, he balanced the weight of her breast in the curve of his other hand as he nibbled and sucked.
“I can see us…in the glass of the picture,” she murmured.
He licked his way to her other breast. “The orgasm picture?”
She whimpered as he flicked his tongue over her breast. “Yes, that picture.”
“Do you like watching us?”
“Yes.” She trembled as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.
He could sense she was ready again. Nibbling lightly at her breast, he slid two fingers down through her damp thatch of curls. “Now you can watch yourself come,” he whispered against her dewy skin.
With a soft moan of assent, she opened her thighs and invited him inside. Slowly he stroked her, and she tightened around his fingers. He’d never been with a woman this hot, this excited.
He’d intended to give her the experience of a lifetime, and she was turning the tables on him. Making love to a woman like her was something he’d only dreamed of. She made him feel like the most gifted lover in the world, and yet it was her responsiveness making everything possible.
Increasing the rhythm of his fingers and using his thumb to massage her special hot spot, he gloried in every whimpered cry as she reached for another shattering climax. Within seconds, she found it, rocking her hips in time with his strokes and sending yet more papers to the floor.
As she gasped for breath, he eased her down until she was sprawled across the desk, her legs dangling off the edge. Moving between her outstretched legs, he leaned over her and braced his hands on either side of her head.
“I haven’t even kissed you,” he said, gazing into her heavy-lidded eyes.
She ran her tongue over her lips. “Kiss me…now.”
“Tell me your name.”
A spark flared in her eyes. “No.”
“Mine is—”
“Come here.” She pulled him toward her waiting mouth and into a kiss so deep, so erotic, that his hips began to move as his penis strained to break free of its confinement.
She drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking and toying with it until the urge to be inside her burned every other thought from his brain. Wrenching free of her suggestive kiss, he backed away long enough to get out of his shoes and shuck his jeans and briefs.
After grabbing the condom from the floor, he ripped open the package and rolled the latex over his aching penis.
She watched him, her chest heaving, her body shimmering with heat, her hair spilling over the far edge of the desk. Her gaze dropped to his groin. “Now?”
“Yes, now.”
Her breath caught. “Here, on the desk?”
“Absolutely. With your ankles wrapped around my neck and your sweet bottom sliding back and forth on whatever paperwork you’re lying on. You realize the ink will be smeared when we’re finished.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I don’t care.”
“I think that’s what you want. A souvenir.” He grasped her calves and lifted them so she could hook her ankles around his neck and he…oh, yes, now he could enter the beautiful pink gates of heaven. Hands splayed under her bottom, he watched the tip of his penis slide in, and that was almost enough to make him come.
With a low murmur of satisfaction, she propped her hands behind her head.
He looked into her eyes, and saw the excitement glittering there. “Remember this tomorrow,” he said, and pushed deep.
3
THROUGH A SENSUAL HAZE, Eileen watched her fantasy man, his green eyes sparking with fire as he entered her. The sensation was all she could have wanted—the satisfaction of being filled as he moved deeper, exciting her all over again.
She’d never been multi-orgasmic, and yet he’d made her come twice and would make her come again. She was already beginning to quiver.
He eased back and pushed in again, his jaw flexing. “Promise me you’ll remember this tomorrow.”
“I’ll remember.” She would remember this for the rest of her life. The desk under her back was hard and unyielding, but she didn’t care. With every thrust he brought her humming body closer to another orgasm, and she’d never had the depth of feeling that he gave her, never felt such quaking from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.
The fantasy must be heightening her reactions. She couldn’t have found a more perfect man to act out anonymous sex with her. Nameless, with no history and no expectations, he was completely of the moment.
He could be a Greek god who’d materialized to seduce her, with his dark hair falling over his forehead, his classic features and his powerful body. And from this view he could be a centaur, half-man and half-animal, taking his pleasure from a mortal. He was definitely taking his pleasure. Lust shone in his eyes as he plunged into her, his strokes picking up speed, his chest gleaming with sweat.
The rising tide of an orgasm gripped her, ready to fling her into the whirlpool again. She panted, wanting that wild ride one more time. But he clenched his jaw and deliberately slowed his movements.
She licked her dry lips. “More,” she whispered in a husky voice she barely recognized as her own. “Faster.”
“Not yet.” He stroked her with slow, lazy movements,