"Shh."
A finger tucked into the edge of her briefs and, God, the feel of his breath on her bare sex. Her knees nearly gave. Every muscle in her legs quivered. His tongue lapped at her, sliding between the folds of her sex. The breath stuttered out of her and her belly tensed. Nothing had ever felt so divine. So of course she bent forward and gave him better access, spreading her legs wider. The heels were both a help and hindrance, great for height but an issue for balance. Luckily Alex was good with his hands, holding her steady.
His mouth made her tremble. The feel of his tongue slipping through her, leaving no part undiscovered. He suckled the lips of her sex and tongued her tight back hole. Bless the man. He knew exactly what he was doing. Her hips writhed, pushing back against him, demanding more. Tension spread as the pleasure grew and grew. Paperwork ended up strewn across the floor and her breasts pushed at the cool, hard surface. There was no stopping it, not once his fingers found her clit.
Freight trains, speeding bullets, whatever. It hit her harder than all combined and she came with a strangled cry, hands hanging onto the edges of the big old desk for all she was worth.
A moment later, he pushed slowly into her. The fit and feel of his cock was sublime, the stretch as he filled her. One big hand gripped her hips while the other held the gusset of her knickers aside.
"You like the lingerie," she mumbled, still gathering her reserves.
He hummed. "I fucking love the lingerie. But I have every intention of taking you home and having you naked in my bed next."
"Okay." Like she'd argue.
He drew back before thrusting into her once again. Her body lit up from top to toe. No part of her remained unaware. The man was spectacular. The hand on her hip slid up to clasp her shoulder.
"Violet."
"Harder."
"Yes."
Alex picked up the pace and the sound of flesh slapping filled the room. He fucked her hard and fast and she loved it. His heavy breathing and grunt of approval when she canted her hips were hot as hell. Everything about him worked for her. The scent of sex and the sound of his voice saying her name over and over. When his hand burrowed beneath her, searching out her clit, she'd have said it was impossible to come again so soon but Alex didn't play by the rules. His cock stroked over something wonderful inside her and the pressure built once more. If only there'd been a mirror because she'd have loved to watch him. The thought that she could have let this beautiful man slip away...
She came again with a startled sound, hips bucking. Hands held her brutally hard and he pulled her back onto him and came. The world grayed and pleasure swamped her. It never seemed to end. Lucky the desk was there. She collapsed on top of it.
Alex lay against her back, an arm braced beside her head. Without a word, he straightened and she heard him zipping up his jeans. He pulled her into the upright position and picked her up, carried her to the couch.
"You'll hurt your back," she said.
He ignored her.
He sat them on the couch with her on his lap. They were both covered in sweat and breathing heavy. It had been totally worth it. His fingers traced up and down the side of her leg. She planted a kiss on his bare chest, breathing him in deeply.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Are we okay?"
She looked up and he stared right back at her, blue eyes intent, waiting. She'd gotten no sleep the night previous. Sitting awake, thinking over everything he'd said and trying to make sense of it all, trying to make the right decision. In all honesty, he scared the crap out of her. But it wasn't because he felt like a mistake.
The beautiful man leaned down and brushed his nose against hers. "Hmm?"
Her heart thudded hard. Funnily enough, she was starting to get used to it.
"We are fantastic," she said.
His arms tightened around her. "Good."
"I have a confession to make."
He canted his head, kissed her. "What's that?"
"I hated seeing you with Jane," she said. "I hated thinking I'd messed up and lost you. And I really hated not being able to touch you."
Her hand slipped around the back of his neck, holding him close as he kissed her again. A light, sweet thing that definitely needed ramping up a little. She opened her mouth wider and he reciprocated. The stroke of his tongue and the nip of his teeth were hot as sin. If she hadn't still been recovering from the last round she'd have been climbing all over him. Kissing Alex really needed to take precedence from here on out.
What an excellent plan.
They didn't rush coming up for air. When he pulled back to look at her, the distinct prod of his hard-on could be felt against her rear. The light in his eye made her want to fan her face. Everything about this man did.
"So I have something to tell you," she said, panting more than a little.
"What?"
"I think it's best if I quit."
Alex frowned. "No! You don't have to do that."
"I want you more than I want this job. I'll find work somewhere else."
He held her hand to his cheek, eyes serious. "Violet. You fit in here. I like having you here. We can keep this outside of work."
She doubted that. "Alex, we have yet to manage to have sex off the property. It's going to affect things. I think my leaving is for the best."
There was some startlingly loud banging at the door. She nearly jumped out of her stockings.
"Are you two finished in there yet?" John yelled. "I need my stuff."
Alex rolled his eyes. "John. Fire me."
"You're fired." His brother's shouts were muffled by the door. "Now get the fuck out of my office."
"See," said Alex. "All fixed."
"Hang on," said John, voice sounding concerned. "You're not really leaving me to deal with Duncan alone are you?"
"No," said Alex. "You can rehire me in the morning."
"Uh. Okay."
"What's going on?" Duncan's voice joined John's outside the door. It was almost turning into a family meeting with her sitting on a half-naked man in her underwear. How bizarre. Thank goodness they couldn't see anything.
"Alex and Violet are at it again," said John.
Duncan laughed. "Man, they're like rabbits."
"You know, we can hear you," said Alex. He patted her leg. "We better get you dressed. No one gets to see you in that lingerie but me."
The man had a point. She reluctantly climbed off him and headed for her clothes.
"What kind of lingerie?" asked Duncan, his voice sounding suspiciously close to the keyhole. "Shit. That's hot."
"John," barked Alex.
"I got it," his brother assured him.
There was a thump and a pained kind of howling noise from out in the hallway.
"Oops," said John. "I think Duncan accidentally got another black eye. How sad."
Alex picked up her skirt and held it open for her to step into, then drew it up her legs. His mouth wandered over the tops of her breasts, placing hot kisses across her cleavage. Goose bumps grew aplenty.
"If you leave, how we can have emergency staff meetings, hmm?" he asked. "I'm certain there's more furniture we need to break in. Plus, I've got all these ideas for new initiatives in staff discipline. You over my knee, it'll be brilliant."
"Alex."
"Stay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Very. I'm crazy about you, Violet."
"My eyes are up here," she said drily.
He raised his face to give her a boyish grin. "I'm crazy about all of you."
"I'm crazy about you too," she admitted as the butterflies in her belly swooped and swirled in the best possible way. Her face hurt from smiling but that was okay. The most beautiful man she'd ever met smiled right back at her.
He kissed her again, backing her up against the desk once more. His hands returned to the zip on her skirt, pulling it down. "I think you'd look awful pretty lying on the desk."
"I thought we were going to y
our place." She gave the most girlish of giggles. It couldn't be helped. The man was a singular delight, him and his hard cock.
"Guys, seriously," groaned John.
"Once more for the road, yeah?"
Someone pounded on the door. They both ignored it.
"Whatever you want, boss." She grinned.
About Kylie Scott
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