“Everything. Anything you want to do to me,” she groaned in a rough, heady voice that was nothing like sweet Eva’s.
He didn’t have to tell her what to do. She’d already spread her legs wide, baring her pussy to him. His hands were instantly drawn to that place. He found her clit as she worked against him, her hips rising off the desk as she squeezed him between her thighs. She pressed her swollen pussy against his growing erection.
No doubt about it. She was a woman possessed, hell-bent on coming. Here. Now. With or without his help.
When he lowered his lips to hers, she responded greedily, her tongue exploring his mouth, kissing him hungrily. When she stopped, he was out of breath.
She moved on, running her tongue over the cleft in his chin, then down his throat. Her hands slid up his chest and reached under his jacket, prodding it from his shoulders. “I want you,” she said. “Please.”
He groaned aloud. He’d never had office sex before, but Eva had been driving him to do all sorts of things that he’d never done. Just a week ago, he’d jacked off behind his grand office desk, imagining the taste of her. Unbelievably, that fantasy had paled compared to the real thing.
Perhaps this was one lesson they could both use.
As much as he liked the sound of her begging him, he put a finger on her lips, urging quiet. “These walls are like paper, Miss Fiorini,” he scolded her, his other hand in her wetness. “The first rule of office sex is to stay quiet.”
Her fingers fumbled at his belt, unfastening it. She tore at the fly, urging it down. Her breath rushed out as she studied his erection pushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. “You shouldn’t wear these. They only get in the way,” she mimicked, hooking a thumb in the waistband.
Who the hell was this woman? He had to wrestle back control before she owned him completely. He growled, vising her jaw in his hand. He dragged her face to just inches from his and claimed her wicked tongue.
She forced his briefs down to his thighs. His cock sprang free.
She leaned back on her elbows and widened her legs further. He grabbed a hold of her thighs and thrust inside her, determined to quell that need inside both of them.
She heaved a loud gasp and arched her back off the desk, her belly tightening and her nipples poking hard to the sky. “More,” she whispered, writhing under him.
She placed her feet on the edge of the desk and rose to meet him as he pulled out and took her again. She closed her eyes, shaking violently, tits swaying, as every thrust pushed her farther across the desk. He wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, pulling her toward him, meeting her cunt again and again as the sound of flesh slapping flesh grew louder.
She came while he was deep inside her, shaking against him, her mouth opening to groan his name. He clamped his hand over her lips, stifling her sounds and holding in his own as he followed her there, his orgasm barreling down his spine as he released himself in her.
Breathing hard, she lay sprawled on the desk, bared and spent. Never had his office been quite so intoxicating.
He stood up and retrieved a cloth from the washroom, then gently wiped her clean. “You okay?”
Her knees wobbled as he helped her to stand. She said, in a voice as fluttery as the rest of her body, “My whole body has turned to Jell-O.”
He held her as she sagged again him, and stroked her hair, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He wasn’t the nurturing, let-me-clean-you-up-and-then-we’ll-cuddle, boyfriend type.
Hell, no. She was his student, and he was her sex teacher. That was all.
It’s just because it’s Eva. She’s like family, he told himself. No matter what.
But he was straddling a line, and it felt like every time he fucked Eva, he came closer and closer to the edge, to the point of no return.
Return from what? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. All he knew was that it was uncharted territory, and how could he be the teacher if he’d never been there himself?
He would have to be more careful from now on, to make sure they both played it safe.
Chapter Eleven
Jack
After Jack finished a few final items at the office, they took a cab to midtown, just as a heavy rain began to fall over the city. When the taxi pulled curbside, they shared an umbrella. Eva snuggled in close to him, seeking shelter from the rain.
The buttons on her blouse were open, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. He inhaled the heady mixture of her apple shampoo, rain, and sex, while trying his best to forget the past hour.
She wasn’t making it easy. In ten years at that office, he’d never had an experience like that. He doubted he’d ever be able to look at those four dull walls the same way. He was hard, ready for another round.
Down boy. She’ll be in your bed tonight. Just wait.