In front of Jake.
She should feel panic. She did feel panic. That something would stop them. Desire coiled up tight inside her. She needed release or she would implode.
He kissed her belly, open-mouthed kisses, probing her navel with his tongue. Then his breath ruffled the curls that guarded her sex. Her legs went weak, and she clamped her knees together.
“Open your legs.”
She wasn’t sure she could. Her body wouldn’t seem to obey. Everything shaking.
Jake studied her for a moment and then rose to his feet, and she almost screamed. If he stopped now, she might very well tear him limb from limb.
Maybe that was his idea of a “sample.” Leave the potential customer wanting more.
But he swept the few papers off his desk and clasped her around the waist, picked her up, and deposited her on the top. “Lie back.”
When she didn’t move, he rested a finger against her chest and pushed gently. She collapsed onto the desk, the metal cool and smooth against her skin.
Jake gripped her knees and parted them.
Bloody hell.
She was sprawled naked on Jake’s desk with her legs wide open. And if she wasn’t mistaken, any moment now, he was going to kiss her down there, where she’d never been kissed before. And if he didn’t, she might go insane with frustration.
“That is so pretty,” he murmured, and his breath caressed her inner thigh. He kissed his way upward, and she squirmed. At the first touch of his warm, wet tongue on her sex, she shot upright, almost sliding off the desk.
“Lie still, or I’ll stop,” he said, pressing her down.
He wouldn’t dare.
All the same, she held herself very still as his tongue probed the folds of her sex. For a second, she felt a flash of embarrassment. She was so wet—it was impossible to hide how much she wanted him. Then he pushed his tongue inside her, and she didn’t care. The world vanished until there was nothing but his clever mouth working against her.
“You taste so good.”
Kim closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations. She was so close; pleasure pulsated through her. He alternated long strokes of his tongue with quick, biting kisses, always avoiding the tiny swollen bud that craved his attention. She lifted her hips, pushing against him, her hands fisted at her sides. He used his fingers to open her, blew gently on her clit, and then teased her with the tip of his tongue. Finally, when she thought she would go mad with need, her whole body strung taut, he took her in his mouth, sucked gently, and she exploded. Starbursts of pleasure rocked her, pulsating out from the point where his mouth still worked, soothing her now with slow strokes of his tongue. As the pleasure subsided, he bit down on her clit, and she came again, a small scream escaping her throat, and her body arched off the desk.
When she opened her eyes, he was standing over her. She glanced down the line of his body to where his erection pushed against the zipper of his pants. Apart from his open shirt, he was still fully dressed while she was naked, but she didn’t have time to ponder the unfairness, because he moved his hands to the fastener of his pants. He flicked it open and then lowered the zipper. His cock sprang free, and he wrapped his fist around it. She couldn’t drag her gaze away.
He was huge, hopefully fully aroused because if he got any bigger he wouldn’t fit. No way.
“Bloody hell, Jake. It’s a monster.”
…
Jake laughed softly. He’d been worried—it had obviously been a long time for her, but she was more than ready for him. “Sweetheart, you’re so wet, I’ll slide in.” His cock swelled a little more at the thought. His monster definitely liked the idea.
She swallowed, then nodded toward his erection. “Well, let’s hope you do know exactly what to do with it, otherwise, I’m in trouble.”
“Did you ever doubt it?”
He could smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal, still taste her on his tongue. He wanted to take it slow, but restraint was impossible right now. He had wanted her for too long, couldn’t quite believe it was happening at last.
She looked incredibly sexy sprawled on his desk. Better than his fantasies. He bent over her, took one pink nipple in his mouth, and suckled. Felt her hips jerk. She was so responsive, and he realized how relieved he was that she wanted him. He wrapped his hands around her ankles to part her legs, then stepped between them and rubbed himself against her sex. The sensation of her hot, wet flesh sliding over his cock was amazing, and he groaned low in his throat.
Reaching between them, he parted the drenched folds of her sex, massaged her clit, then slid a finger inside, and her muscles locked around him. He withdrew and then eased two fingers into her, and she rocked her hips against him.
He couldn’t wait any longer. How long had he dreamed of doing this? He held himself poised at the entrance of her body. Then he pushed slowly inside. The warm, wet heat of her enfolded him, and he stayed like that for long seconds as her muscles clenched him tight. Opening his eyes, he stared into her face. Her lower lip was clamped in her small white teeth, and she was breathing rapidly.
“All right?” he asked.
Kim nodded, and then her eyes widened as he slowly withdrew. He wrapped her long legs around his waist and gripped her hips as he shoved back inside. Then again, each time harder and faster as her body grew accustomed to his invasion.
His balls ached, and he could feel pleasure building at the base of his spine. He plunged into her again as her legs tightened around him. Her hips were raised, her back arched as she squirmed to get closer. He could sense the tension in her body and knew she was with him.
Shifting slightly, he reached between their bodies. She gasped as his finger found her clit. He massaged the little nub lightly. Felt every muscle in her body tense as she came again. Her lips parted on a scream, and he bent down and closed his mouth over hers.
He released the last of his control and let the sensations roll over him, starting at his cock, radiating out to his spine and through the rest of him until he drowned in a wave of pleasure. He rode it as he spilled inside her, still pumping as though his body didn’t want to stop. Finally, he went still, his forehead resting against her breasts.
She wriggled, and he realized he was probably squashing her. She could hardly be comfortable sprawled on his desk with him on top of her. He’d make sure she was more comfortable next time. Maybe on the big leather sofa in the corner of his office, or his chair with her straddling his hips, her breasts brushing his face.
“Jake, get off me.”