So, no. There wouldn’t be any “just fucking” happening, no matter how delectable she looked while tossing out the offer. Oh, the woman would get her wish. Eventually. Just not yet.
Not right now.
Ohhhh, especially not right now.
“Ahhhh.” I made sure my extended drawl communicated as much. “There she is.”
“What?” With eyes gone wide as a cartoon nymph, Taylor snapped her legs together. She shot her stare to the door and then back to me. “Where? Who?”
I snickered. It couldn’t be helped. “You, knucklehead,” I chided. “The sassy girl I’ve missed. And adore.” I sobered quickly, impaling her with the new intensity of my stare. “And love.”
She swallowed hard. The movement emphasized the flush creeping up her neck. So fucking lovely. I longed to see that same rose hue extend all the way down her body.
“Yeah,” I grated. “Her. The one who tells me to ‘just fuck’ her and then tries to shrug it off as humor. The one who hides every emotion she’s feeling with smart-mouthed comebacks instead of the honesty she knows I’m going to ask for. To demand.”
As I spoke, I pushed at her knees and spread her legs wide again. At the same time, I rolled my chair between them until I was flush up to the desk. She gasped and blushed deeper. I grinned—and then gripped her hips, hauling her to the edge of my desk, where her pussy was positioned right in front of me. Though I inhaled the heady, heavenly scent of her arousal, I didn’t stop watching her face—even as I loosened and then freed my tie from the collar of my shirt. Taylor giggled when I chucked it carelessly over my shoulder.
Only then did I notice another perfect gift from fate herself. The scissors on my desk gleamed in the afternoon sun coming in through the tinted windows, catching my eye. At once, I reached over and snatched them from the little pencil holder they were in. I held them up, smirking as I clicked them a few times, clearly conveying what I planned.
“Mac!” she bit out. “No! Don’t do it. What will I wear home? Mac!”
“Sssshhhh,” I reproved. “You can wear your jeans. They’re right over there, Sassy. Safe and sound.”
“But—”
“Sssshhh.”
“But—”
“Sit still so I don’t stab you.”
“Oh, dear God.”
“Sorry. He’s unavailable right now. They’ve patched you through to his supervisor. How can I help you, ma’am?”
“You can start by not—”
“Sssshhh.” I dotted that one with a waggle of my eyebrows, and she giggled again. Damn, that had to be the sweetest sound on the planet. If that’s all I ever heard from now on, morning, noon, and night, I would die a happy man. Hearing joy in her voice was a medal of honor to my soul—though there’d be a dent in that thing forever, now that I knew how much pain I’d caused her. Weeks ago, I vowed to do whatever it took to make her happy again.
Now was the moment to activate that plan.
Snip. Snip.
A quick slice through each side of her panties’ waistband, and the cotton fell away from her body—freeing her trimmed V to my view.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
Pink. Glistening. Glorious. Exactly how I remembered.
No. Better.
Hastily, I yanked the ruined material from beneath her and dropped it to the floor. “Lean back on your elbows,” I directed, barely keeping my shit together for a steady tone. Thank fuck she complied without hesitation or sarcasm, though maybe she already knew the move would push her shiny folds that much closer to me. Little minx. Not that I cared if she was playing with me as thoroughly as I baited her. We were good together, and we both fucking knew it. And soon, so very soon, we were going to be even better.
I reached down to cup her ankle with my corresponding hand. I lifted her leg, placing her foot on the arm of my chair, before repeating the motion on the other side. Every inch of every move was gentle but teasing, filled with all my little nips and caresses and strokes, until Taylor pushed out a frustrated huff at my deliberate dawdling.
“Mac! Jesus with the fêng shui already!”
Since I’d already anticipated such a line, I whipped my gaze back to her at once. Just as swiftly, she snapped her mouth shut with an audible clack.
I settled my posture in the chair.
Drawing her out. Making her wait.
And anticipate…
Once more, she groaned.
Once more, I grinned.
And then, not letting up on my deliberate moves, leaned forward and swiped my tongue up the inside of her thigh, just at the apex of her leg and pussy. I left an unusually wet trail behind, letting the air conditioning of my office cool every inch of that line…knowing the beautiful bumps it would bring out against her perfect flesh. I moved to the other side and did the same thing, holding her hips in place when she gyrated with a blatant invitation.
“Hmmm. Look how wet this pussy is.” I slid the tip of my finger through her folds, spreading her open with my teasing touch. I ran my finger around her labia, barely contacting the juicy flesh, until a greedy, guttural moan escaped from deep in her throat.
“Please, Mac!” she all but shrieked. “Please, just do it!”
“Hmmm.”
“No. No. No ‘hmmmm.’ Do it. Now!”
“I think I need some promises first, sassy girl.”
“Y-Y-You…what?”
“Promises. I need them from you. And I’m just not sure you’re ready to make them yet.”
I pushed my finger into her but only up to the first knuckle. It was barely enough intrusion to ease her ache. My own resistance was faltering so fucking fast. I needed to taste her. I whispered my lips across her mound but held off on using my tongue. I wanted to drive her mad before I broke her.
“You’re making me crazy, Clown. I can do this shit to myself. Put your mouth on me, goddamnit!”
She was going for imperious at the totally wrong time, considering the physical position we were in. I instinctively bit into her when she used that smart tone with me, and my teeth scored her outer pussy lip. I didn’t bite hard, but it was so enticing to have that warm meaty flesh between my teeth. But as soon as she let out a high and breathy keen, the need to mark her deeper became a demanding drum in my psyche.
As soon as she stilled, I added a little more pressure. Testing her tolerance…her acceptance of the pain.
“Oh, my God. Mac. I’m…I’m going to come if you keep doing that. Uggghhh. Fuck! Ohhhh, what are you turning me into?” she moaned.
“A demon, clearly,” I said against her soaked clit, letting my deep voice vibrate through her. My tongue took over on habit, licking the tight bud in slow circles, nudging her with just the tip before moving lower and thrusting inside her heat.
I went as deep as I could.
I tasted as much as I could.
And relished every delicious, creamy drop.
Her fingers sifted through my hair and then burned into my scalp while I buried my face between her thighs, lapping at her like a desert nomad who finally reached his oasis. Her sounds were sexy and low, a building storm about to break free.
“Is that good, baby? Do you like the way I feast on you?” Her body had already given her answer with trembling clarity, but I wanted to hear her words. I had to hear her sing my praises once more. Yeah, I was a selfish dick—and never prouder so than now. She’d worship me, goddamnit. She’d venerate me. She’d crave me so fucking badly, she’d never be able to face another day without me.