“I never said that,” she snapped.
“Well, then, what’s the problem?”
“I-I-I-“
He saw the yearning in her eyes. “And don’t lie to me.”
“I want you,” she whispered.
A rush of primal satisfaction ran through him. He knew she wanted him; she just had to admit out loud. She would never be able to accept a relationship with him unless she came to him of her own free will. Of course he was going to do everything in his power to give her a guiding hand.
“You have me.” He reached for the pins in her hair and began pulling them out, allowing the silky mass to tumble about her shoulders. “Now what?”
“We have a working relationship-“
“You’re fired.” He nipped her throat and inhaled the scent of warm woman, his woman.
“You can’t just fire me…“ she spluttered.
“Fine, you’re rehired.” He unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt and nuzzled her lace-covered breasts. “If you try to use our professional relationship as an excuse to keep from being involved with me, I’ll fire you again.”
“Ahhh.”
She gasped as he plucked at her nipple. His gaze zeroed in on her face as her eyes went smoky with desire. He removed her shirt and bra, then tossed both on the floor. “I have a gift for you.”
She blinked and raised her head. “You do?”
He removed the box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a gold chain with a loop on each end. He handed her the box, then teased her nipples with his fingers until they were rosy and erect. Taking one loop, he slid it over her nipple, tightening until it was secure. Repeating the procedure, he attached the other end until the gold chain hung suspended from her nipples.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. And now that you’re wearing my gold, I’m telling the world that you’re mine.”
Victoria laughed and the chain jiggled. “Most women receive a ring.”
“You’d wear a clit ring for me? Honey.” He gave her a noisy kiss. “I didn’t know you cared that much.”
“Ugh, no piercings unless you’re going to get a matching cock ornament.” She tangled her fingers in his hair.
Inwardly he cringed. “Okay, scratch that idea.” He grabbed her waist and swung her around until she was seated on the desk. Pressing her thighs apart, he snuggled his arousal against her mound. “Shall we christen your desk?”
“We’ve already done that.”
“Mmm, but you weren’t actually on the desk that time.” He slid his hands up her thighs, skimming her firm flesh. “The panties have to go.”
Her eyes gleamed with amusement and lust as she shimmied her hips and he slid them off. “While I do have an appreciation for ivory silk, I don’t think they’ll be needed now.” He wadded them and shoved them into his pocket.
“And we won’t be needing this anymore.” Her nimble fingers attacked his buttons.
“If you insist.” He chuckled, his breath caught in mid-gasp she tweaked his nipple. He unbuttoned his pants and allowed his cock to spring free. “Are you ready for this?” He rocked his hips, pressing his rigid member against the notch of her thighs.
“More than ever.”
His breath caught as her slim fingers encircled him. In her gentle grasp, she guided his head to her dewy entrance. They stood close, their bodies bathed in combined heat as he entered her. His breathing became labored and he fought for control as her tight passage closed around him, drawing him in. He remained still, fighting for control.
“Hunt,” she whispered. “I need you now.”
He pushed in a fraction more, the feel of her tight cunt threatened to steal his breath away. Flexing his hips, he began moving within her. Slowly at first, then, at her exuberant urging, with a deeper thrust. Dimly he was aware of items hitting the floor from the top of her desk, but he couldn’t care less. As long as no one tried to take this luscious woman from his arms and from around his cock, he didn’t care if the building was in danger of coming down.
Capturing a nipple between his teeth, he leisurely sucked her tight flesh, eliciting a shriek from Victoria. As long as she wore her chain, her nipples would be overly sensitive to even the slightest touch. He groaned as her nails scored his skin as she came, sending him over the edge after her.
Later they collapsed in a tangled heap on the couch, their breathing ragged.
“Are you ready to leave work for the day?” He nuzzled her temple. “I think I’d like to take you home and dress you in a latex outfit I bought with you in mind.”
“Latex?” she grinned. “Why not leather?”
“Latex and a bottle of oil can be a lot of fun.”
“Sounds enticing.” Victoria gave a throaty laugh as she dragged her nails across his chest. “Of course, I have a much more important question that we need to address. When do I get to tie you up?”
A rush of lust ran through Hunt and his cock gave a mighty twitch. He glanced at his Rolex. “How fast can we get out of here?”
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