“You. I did it for you—no, scratch that.” Approaching her, I pry the stress ball out of her hand and toss it over my shoulder. “I did it for me, and hopefully, for us.”
She grips my suit jacket lapels in her hands, gently beating her fists against my chest. “Why, why, why?”
“Because I love you, Sariah.” I slide my hands around her waist, one moving down to pull her hips forward, removing all the space between my cock and her soft mound less our clothing, the other moving up to fist a handful of her hair and pull her head back. “And you love me. Just admit it.”
“I do love you.” She throws her arms around my neck, rising on her tiptoes, rocking her body against mine. “I love you so damn much. The last two days have killed me.”
“Me too, sugar.”
“I never meant for you to give up your career.”
“I’d give up a lot more than that for you.” I run my hand down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her so she sits on the edge of my desk. Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers. Relief rushes through my veins when she kisses me back, her fingers running through my hair as she wraps her legs around my thighs. “What do you think, Sariah? Can you date the president of the company as long as he’s no longer your boss’s boss?”
“You’re such an ass.” She kisses me hard. “If you had waited a few more days, I would have been down on my knees begging you to make me yours. I love you too much to care what anyone else thinks anymore.”
I shake my head and growl. “I like the idea of you on your knees, but you are already mine. You’ve been mine since the day we flew to Toledo.”
She flashes me a devilish smile, the kind that promises all kinds of naughty pleasures. “Well, Mr. President. Why don’t I show you what begging on my knees looks like?”
“I’d like that, sugar.” Taking a step back, I unbuckle my belt and rip it from the belt loops. I twist and slide the leather through the buckle to make a loop. “But can you beg with your hands tied behind your back?”
The flush on her cheeks lets me know how much the idea turns her on, and I chuckle as I take her hand and walk around my desk to the chair. “Get on your knees.”
She does as I say in her tight pencil skirt, putting her hands behind her back. I slip the leather over her wrists, cinching the belt tight. Then I walk around her, sinking to my knees to cup her face and claim her lips as if she’s fresh air and I’ve needed oxygen for days. I slide my hand under her skirt and inside her panties, finding her slick and wet. “Fuck, I missed you.”
She thrusts her hips forward. “I missed you, too.”
“You’re coming to my house tonight.”
She nods, riding my fingers.
“And the night after that.”
Gasping, she smiles and nods again. “Yes.”
I kiss her hard, possessively, pumping my fingers in and out of her until she’s coming all over my hand, moaning into my mouth. Letting go of my love, I unfasten my slacks and let them slip down my legs. I shove my boxer briefs down, my cock hard and needy for her exquisite mouth, placing the head against her perfectly plump lips. “Even though you are on your knees, this isn’t begging, sugar.”
She sticks her tongue out, licking up the pre-cum off the tip. “No, this is love.”
And fuck, I love how she loves me.