She fumbled with her glasses as they bumped against his nose, but he wouldn’t let her take them off.
‘No, leave them on. I want you wearing everything except your panties,’ he growled, sending thrills ravishing through her senses.
‘Still feel in control?’ he murmured mockingly, his fingers touching her intimately, exploring her damp folds. ‘Mmm, just how I like you,’ he reminded her approvingly, ‘sweet and juicy.’ And then he was sliding to his knees, replacing his fingers with his mouth, his hair-roughened cheeks grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Jennifer threw back her head, her spine arching, her hands sinking helplessly into his spiky soft hair.
But no sooner had the pleasure begun to slam into her than he was rising to his feet again, pulling her hips further forward onto the very edge of the desk, ripping open her blouse to expose her transparent bra and tipping her flat on her back as he hooked his arms under her bent knees and mounted her in a single thrust.
As she gasped with shock and moaned with pleasure he dragged away the sheer fabric of her bra with his teeth and began to lick and suck at her jutting nipples in hungry rhythm with the frantic driving of his hips, grunting as her fingers and heels dug into his flexing buttocks, pulling him deeper into her fastness.
It had all happened so quickly that Jennifer had had no time to think, only to feel and react to the erotic stimuli, the familiar words that he was whispering calling forth instinctive replies until their panting cries rose to a simultaneous crescendo and died away in a shuddering of sighs.
After a few moments, without withdrawing from her body, Rafe raised himself on his braced arms and smiled triumphantly down into her drowsy, sated face.
‘Well, Lacey, I guess we can both agree that chapter works...’
It hit her then—the wicked things he had said to her in the throes of passion, the automatic replies that had floated up from her subconscious—the whole highly charged erotic scenario: starchy secretary and wolfish boss locked in their office suite overnight...a torrid affair conducted on an interesting array of office furniture...
She and Rafe had been re-enacting a scene straight from one of her own books. One, moreover, that hadn’t been published yet!
‘Oh!’ She closed her eyes, shutting out his hugely smug face.
‘Yes, oh! How much longer did you think you could keep it from me?’
The protective instinct was too strong. ‘Keep what?’
Warm lips covering her own made her eyes fly open. She began to struggle and he eased himself from her body and helped her to sit up, but while she tried to straighten her twisted clothes he was busy taking them off.
‘What are you doing? Stop that!’ she cried, slapping at his hands as he unzipped her skirt.
‘I’m levelling the playing field,’ he said, plucking off her glasses. ‘For the purposes of this discussion there’s going to be nothing between us but the raw, naked truth.’
What a terrifying thought! Aftershocks of pleasure were still rippling through her body as she wrestled with him, losing her blouse as well as her skirt to his superior cunning.
‘You—you did this to me just to—just to prove some wretched theory!’ she choked, hot with humiliation at the idea, hitting out at his hard chest, her fists sliding off his perspiration-slicked skin.
His hand slid around her back to unhook her bra and peel it away from her jouncing breasts. Then he tossed her over his shoulder, ignoring her furious curses and the pounding on his back as he carried her over to the bed and threw her down on the mattress, straddling his body over her squirming bundle of rosy outrage while he unsnapped her lacy garters.
‘I did it in the first place because it was an incredibly arousing fantasy and I was curious to know if it would be as hot and wild in real life,’ he said, pushing her stockings down her threshing legs. ‘It was,’ he added roughly, causing her feverish struggles to slacken. ‘And secondly, I did it because it was your fantasy and I wanted to be the man who realised it for you. I’d like to explore all your sexy fantasies with you...’
He lay down beside her, propped up on his elbow, his other arm lying loosely across her waist, and she caught her breath at his sultry expression, letting it out in a huff as he admitted, ‘The rest was pure bonus. I was so turned on by the time I got you flat on your back I hardly knew what I was saying—how was I to know you’d confirm your secret identity by sticking so perfectly to your own script?’
The dancing gold glints in his eyes mocked her glowering doubts. She wouldn’t put it past him to have ruthlessly planned and executed every single steamy moment of her downfall.
‘Come on, darling, ’fess up. It’s far too late to pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.’
He wasn’t angry at her deception, she realised in sudden wonder, the tight knot of wretched embarrassment loosening its stranglehold on her emotions. If anything he looked soaringly elated, immensely proud of his discovery. Proud of her. words. Oh, God, had he really meant it about having got her out of his system?
‘I—you don’t have to... I—I’m sure the bed is big enough for both of us to sleep in without encroaching on each other’s space,’ she stammered, all her intentions of keeping him at a safe distance going up in smoke as she strove to match him for cool indifference.
‘I’m sure the bed is, but unfortunately I’m not,’ he said, his mouth adopting a cynical twist.
‘I—I don’t understand...’ she muttered, caught up in her own agony of embarrassment. Thank God she hadn’t blurted out what she had been thinking when she had walked into the room.
‘I mean that if I don’t trust myself, then you certainly shouldn’t. If I get into that bed with you, Jennifer, I won’t be doing any sleeping. I can’t lie within kissing distance of you and think pure thoughts...’
She trembled as his voice roughened, his cool evaporating, his fists
clenching at his sides. ‘I’d start thinking about what we did last night and I’d get hard. I’d want to touch you, make love to you—do everything that we did together all over again, and more—much, much more...’