The familiar taste of her was what he had been craving and now that he had it, he didn’t want it to stop. He needed this, needed her. Her lips parted on a sigh allowing him in. Her tongue met his and an electric current coursed through him. Jesus Christ, why did she taste so damn good?
Nick tucked his hand into her hair, gently fisting it at her nape to keep her in position, while his other hand slid over her hips to cup her ass, bringing her flush up against his body and the rigid length of his erection. She groaned low, even as their hips gently rocked together.
Tentatively, her hand reached between them and gently massaged his bulge through the fabric. Holy shit. His breath quickened and the threads of control slipped out of his fingers like water.
His hand tightened in her hair and he deepened the kiss, licking into her warm depths, coaxing her tongue to play. Needing her to remember how it was with them.
His hand tightened on her ass and he set a pace gently rocking her against him in his desperate need to have her close. Holy hell, if he wasn’t careful he might come like this. He was worse than a bloody teenager. He tore his lips off of hers. “Jesus, Selena.”
“Nick.”
She undid his belt buckle frantically, while he lifted her dress to see black satin panties. He picked her up and placed her on the empty desk by the window. The blinds were shut, letting in just enough daylight in to see her smooth thighs exactly how he wanted them—open and around his waist. There was no time to remove all their clothing. He just needed inside her. A reminder that he hadn’t made it all up. She pulled her dress up above her waist and he tugged her knickers off, a surge of heat flowing through his veins at the sight of her smooth, pink lips, dewy and slick. She was ready for him.
Despite her hesitation, he knew that she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. Licking his lips he gently smoothed two fingers over her slick flesh and she cried out.
Fuck, yes. “That’s it darling, just let go for me.”
Selena bit her lip and buried her head into his chest whispering, “I can’t. What if someone comes in?”
No. He wanted her surrendering to the fantasy. Giving in to the pleasure. He fought to hold reality at bay. “They won’t. It looks like nobody uses this room.” He kissed her softly and her stiff shoulders eased as she kissed him back, her tongue sliding over his again.
Again his fingers slid over her skin and she shuddered under the caress. He gently dipped one finger inside, his eyes nearly crossing at how wet she was.
Shit. Shit. Shit. He broke the kiss and dropped his forehead. “No condom,” he whispered.
Her eyes popped open and her lips turned down in a frown. “O—oh. I…” She licked her lips. “Okay. But maybe…” Her voice trailed.
Yes. God, please with the maybes. “What is it darling?” She flushed and he deliberately tipped her chin up with his free hand so that she’d be forced to meet his gaze. “Tell me what you want.”
“Maybe I could…” She swallowed hard. “Maybe I could lick you?”
Yes. God. Yes. He stared for what must have been a full minute, his brain shorting out, leaving him completely unable to process what she’d said. ”You want to?”
“I want to suck you.” She said more firmly, meeting his gaze more directly.
Oh hell yes. He nodded desperately. “Let’s just clear the air, I will never say no to you wanting to put your mouth on me.”
With a laugh, she slid off the desk and got down on her knees, holding his shaft firmly in her soft hands. She looked up into his eyes as she teased the tip of his cock with her tongue. Nick was ready to explode. Her mouth was warm and slippery as she sucked hard and moved as far down as her mouth would let her. Oh hell. He let out a guttural moan. “Oh shit, Selena, you’re so good at that. You need to stop or I’m not sure I can hold off.”
“You don’t have to,” she whispered before picking up the pace. She took him deep, to the back of her throat, then she relaxed the muscles and took him even deeper. Oh fuck. Where the hell had she learned—never mind, he didn't want to know where she learned to do that. All he cared about was that she was his. For this time, for this moment, she was his.
His woman was working his cock. His woman was making the shivers of heat slip along his spine. His woman was completely owning him.
She pumped the base of his cock with her hand while she sucked until he exploded, every muscle in his body going rigid as he fisted his hands in her hair and tried to hold her still.
He collapsed back against the desk, desperate to catch his breath. Selena kissed back up his chest and he tucked her head against him for a long moment, just relishing the opportunity to hold her.
He picked her up and lay her on the desk once more, parting her legs and whispering, “Your turn. I can’t wait to taste you again.”
Selena watched him intently with an impish smile playing across her lips. But she lay back as he instructed and when his hot tongue licked thirstily at her folds she sank her fingers into his hair and moaned his name. He was on a mission. He wanted her to remember that night in Paris. He wanted her to remember how he could make her feel. He gave her what he knew she wanted. He flicked her with the tip of his tongue over and over sending her over the edge and into ecstasy. Like that night in Paris, he let a finger trail over the seam of her ass to the tight pucker. This time she froze.
“Nick?”
“Shhh. Did you like this last time?”
“I—I, Oh God, yes.”
“Good. That’s good to know. I only want to do things you like.” He pressed gently and she tensed. He eased back immediately. “I only want to make you feel good.”
“I know. I just—I don’t know how to let go.”
Nick licked his lips and eased her back spreading her legs and making sure he focused on what made her feel good. He lapped at her, focusing most of his attention on her clit. She bucked against him, short choppy breaths tearing out of her.
Gently, Nick slid his middle finger inside her slick heat and she bowed her back. This time when he grazed her asshole with his thumb, she didn’t tense. Instead, she widened her thighs. His thumb gently teased the sensitive skin with her juices. When his thumb slid inside easily, he sucked on her clit…hard. She started shaking even as her pussy and ass clamped down around his fingers. He didn’t slow his motions. Just kept going until another orgasm ripped through her.
“Oh my God, Nick,” she exclaimed breathlessly as she climaxed, “More, oh God, more.”
He only eased up when her body went slack. She let out a huge sigh and placed her hands over her face as her body relaxed.
He pulled her up to a sitting position and hugged her face tight into his chest. How could he carry on as only her employee? Her traitor employee at that? He wanted it all. He wanted her. All the time. Which was the worst thing to want right now.
33
Selena’s face was still flushed as she sat at her desk that afternoon. A low churning sensation swirled in her stomach. What had she done? One night in Paris could be written off as an experience, but to go down on the guy at work, that was something else altogether. And then, what he’d done to her. Holy shit. She’d never done that before. She swung her office chair around to face the large window behind her desk, placing her hands on her hot cheeks.