She was happy to be back in his arms and had no problem showing him. She kissed him back, settling her lips against his warm mouth. He stroked with his tongue, and her stomach fluttered in anticipation. Her sex swelled, need building without any care to their location. The desire to connect with him was that strong.
He lifted her, and she hooked her legs behind his waist, holding on as he carried her to his desk, easing her down, disregarding the papers strewn beneath her.
He lifted his head. His heavy-lidded gaze met hers, those deep eyes taking her in.
“I missed you,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair and attempting to pull him back for more deep, lingering kisses.
He didn’t listen. Instead, he looked down, watching as he slid his hands along her bare thighs and up her skirt until his thumbs came into contact with her moist flesh.
She moaned at the intimate touch.
“So f**king sexy,” he said, obviously referring to her barely there thong.
He pushed the skirt around her waist, easing the flimsy material aside and baring her to his hungry gaze. He immediately began to play with her, teasing her feminine folds.
In another lifetime, she’d be embarrassed that her skirt was hiked high, her private parts exposed, but she couldn’t make herself care, not when he was so diligently trying to please her.
He circled her outer lips with his finger, spreading her moisture over her sex, arousing her but never quite reaching the tiny nub that would bring her the most pleasure.
“I need to come.” She bucked against his hand, urging him to move his fingertip closer to her aching center.
He grinned. “You do?”
He slid one finger inside her, still ignoring her clit. But as he pumped in and out, adding a second finger, she felt every erotic stretch and glide. Her nerve endings tingled, her need grew, and she threw her head back, arching into his hand.
“Harder, faster…something!” She yanked at his hair, realizing she could give as good as he did when he drove her this close without offering completion.
He chuckled, his eyes darkening, as he pulled his finger out of her body. Gaze on hers, he licked her juices from his fingers.
She followed the movement, surprised and oddly aroused.
“You know why I call you sweetness, right?” he asked, as he unbuckled his pants.
Throat dry, she shook her head to answer.
“Because you taste so damned sweet,” he said, dropping his slacks to the floor.
His thick erection strained against his stomach, and her sex pulsed with gnawing hunger at the sight.
He grabbed a condom from his desk drawer, jolting her from aroused fog to horrified awareness.
“What the hell?” Just how many women did he take in his office, she wondered, the notion turning her cold.
“I bought them after you took the job,” he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb in a calming gesture that had her turning her face into his hand.
She exhaled a relieved breath.
“Better?” he asked her.
She managed a nod.
“Good. Because I haven’t brought women to my home, and I definitely don’t have them in my office. You seem to be the exception to every damned rule I have.”
Her entire body went lax with the admission.
He stepped forward and slid his c**k along her center. The delicious friction had her releasing a sigh of pleasure, and a full shudder wracked her body.
He stepped back, donned the condom, and returned to her, giving her no time to think before he was poised at her entrance and thrust deep.
“Oh God.” She felt him everywhere, and her inner walls clenched tighter around him to keep him in place.
“Baby, you’re so damned tight.”
She moaned, and he slid out then back in, picking up a pace guaranteed to take her up and over quickly.
She leaned back on her arms and braced as he pumped into her, punctuating every thrust into her body with a hot grind of his hips that hit her clit in just the right place. The sensations built, white noise roared in her ears, and her body gripped his, trying to unsuccessfully to hold him in place as he took her soaring.
Without warning, he reached between them and pinched her clit between his fingers. “Come, Riley. Now.”
Her body responded to his command. She screamed and blew apart, pulsating waves of light and sensation taking her over. Her orgasm swept through her, clearly triggering his.
“Oh yeah.” His hips slammed into hers, once, twice, and on the third time, his loud shout echoed in her ears as he came.
Ian’s brain buzzed, overloaded with sensation as awareness returned. Still buried deep inside Riley’s warm body, her pu**y clamping tightly around him, he was in heaven and would do anything to keep her in his life.
Especially since his possessive feelings only grew each time she welcomed him inside her slick body. “You okay, sweetness?” He lifted his head and brushed her damp hair off her face.
She forced her beautiful blue eyes open. “That was incredible.”
He laughed. “I was right there with you.” With regret, he eased out of her and went to his private bathroom, returning to see her smooth her skirt down over her sexy legs.
She looked up, a pink flush on her cheeks. “I can’t believe we did it in your office.”
A swell of stupid masculine pride filled him at the reminder. “You can damned well plan to do it here again,” he informed her, in case she was thinking this was a one-shot deal.
“We’ll see.” She raised an eyebrow at his dominant tone then turned to grab her purse.
“Wise guy.” He reached out and smacked her ass.
She spun toward him, lips parted in surprise. But her eyes also dilated, telling him all he needed to know.
“Come home with me tonight,” he said, wanting more time. A quick f**k in his office wasn’t enough. He wanted hours to talk to her, listen to what she had to say, and then devour every inch of her delicious body.
But she shook her head, dispelling his plans. “I don’t want everyone to see us coming to the office together tomorrow and know I’m sleeping with you.”
“I don’t give a damn who knows about us.” This was the first time he’d wanted a relationship, and she was shooting him down.
He was in over his head and wasn’t afraid to admit it. Remembering she needed him to hear her and listen, he forced a mental step back. “Why are you so against us?”
She frowned at him. “It’s not us I’m against, it’s how it looks. I just started here. If I arrive with you in your Porsche tomorrow, everyone will think you gave me the job because we’re having sex. Dylan already knows because you all but threatened him if he touched me.”