His hands moved round to cup her bottom, then lifted her to his mouth. Her hips automatically tried to twist but he held them down. He pressed his thumb against her clitoris and she groaned.
Then his mouth was on her, licking and sucking and tasting with just enough pressure to drive her wild. He felt her tremble, heard her breathing shallow and, as he licked deeper inside her, felt her tense and then shatter. His mouth pressed against her, absorbing every tremor shuddering through her, milking every drop of her desire. Eventually, when the aftershocks subsided, he kissed his way up her body, feeling every tiny nerve ending of her skin jumping as he did so.
Alex planted his hands either side of her and leaned over her. Her face was flushed, and her eyes a dark shimmering green. A satisfied grin spread across her face and Alex felt something shift deep inside him. ‘This was supposed to be about what I could do for you,’ Phoebe murmured.
‘Too late. Every time I sit at this desk,’ he said hoarsely, ‘I’m going to see you. Like this. It’s going to be agony.’
She pushed herself up on her elbows and gave him a slow smile. ‘Well, we can’t have that, can we?’
Her eyes dropped to the huge bulge in his trousers and widened. He was so hard he ached and he was seconds away from unzipping his fly and plunging straight into her without a thought for the consequences.
Stunned by the ferocity of his desire Alex jerked back and removed himself from temptation. The taste of her on his tongue had addled his brain.
Phoebe slithered off the desk and reached for her coat. ‘Is this what you’re looking for?’ she said, delving into the pocket and pulling out a condom.
Too right. He lunged for her but she dodged him, instead backing away in the direction of the sofa, a come-hither look in her eye that he couldn’t have resisted even if he’d wanted to.
Alex matched her pace for pace, not breaking eye contact with her for a second. He ripped his clothes off and tossed them to the floor. Phoebe slipped out of her shoes and suspender belt and rolled down her stockings, her teeth digging into her lower lip and her steps becoming more and more languid until she stopped altogether.
Alex didn’t stop. He’d never seen anything lovelier. Taking the condom out of her trembling hands, he shoved one hand in her hair and kissed her hard, twisting her around and pulling her down with him onto the sofa.
Phoebe sprawled on top of him, her breasts crushing against his chest. His hands stroked over the backs of her thighs and up over her bottom and she moaned into his mouth.
In one quick powerful move, he tipped her off the sofa and onto the rug. As his hands and mouth roamed over her Phoebe’s soft, stunned laughter soon turned to moans of pleasure. Slipping a finger deep inside her, he watched her writhe and gasp and arch her back. And when she was convulsing around him, crying out his name Alex lifted himself over her and drove into her.
A fever raged inside him as he saw her eyes widen and felt her muscles clamp around his length. Her legs wound round his waist as if she never wanted to let him go. Her nails raked his back as between pants she told him exactly how he was making her feel.
Her hips rose to meet every thrust in perfect synchronicity. Alex’s heart hammered. The blood thundered around his body and pleasure pounded along his veins. No one had ever made him lose control like this. As his head went blank of everything except pure need Alex gave in and let his body take over. His thrusts quickened, intensified, became harder and faster. He felt her tense and then shatter in his arms, and as waves of ecstasy slammed through him Alex plunged deep inside her, buried his face in her neck and with a great groan hit the strongest, most intense climax of his life.
They lay there together for a few moments while their breathing slowed then Alex rolled onto his back and pulled Phoebe with him.
‘Have dinner with me tonight.’
She rested her chin on his chest. ‘I can’t.’ She sighed and he felt it reverberate through him. ‘My parents are having a party. They have it every year. For the great and good of the city. It’s a nightmare.’
Alex waited for her to ask him to go with her and wondered how he’d say no. When she didn’t it annoyed him. Which irritated him even more. He ought to be delighted that she understood the no-strings rule, but bizarrely he found himself wanting to know what her family was like. What sort of people had shaped the woman she was. ‘Some other time perhaps.’
‘That would be nice.’
If she wasn’t going to invite him he’d have to get there some other way. ‘What time do you have to be there?’
Phoebe picked up his wrist and glanced at his watch. ‘In a couple of hours. I ought to go.’
She started to wriggle away, but Alex flung an arm around her to stop her going anywhere. He felt himself stirring inside her and her eyes widened. ‘I’m not sure you’re done apologising,’ he said and tugged her head down for a kiss.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
PHOEBE STEPPED OUT of the taxi and looked up at her parents’ house with a familiar feeling of misgiving. Even the afterglow of this afternoon couldn’t wipe out the ribbon of trepidation that wound through her.
And what an afternoon… How she’d ever plucked up the courage to turn up at Alex’s office dressed like that she’d never know. Throughout the taxi ride she’d been convinced the driver had known exactly what she was up to. But it had certainly paid off. Phoebe went dizzy for a second as a flush swept up through her body and she had to clutch onto the railing for balance.
It had been on the tip of her tongue to invite him tonight, but she’d thought about the definition and general properties of a fling just in time and had bitten back the words. So she was on her own. As usual. It had never bothered her before, so why was it bothering her now?
Taking a deep breath and telling herself not to be so idiotic, she pulled her shoulders back and walked up the steps. The glossy black door swung open and a wall of warmth and chatter hit her. She smiled at the waiter and handed him her coat then wandered into the drawing room and started to squeeze her way through the guests. With any luck she could say a speedy hello to her parents, avoid her siblings and leave after half an hour.
She’d start with her mother. Phoebe spied her by the fireplace and made her way over, feeling tension seep into her with every step.
‘Hi, Mum,’ she said, giving her mother a quick kiss on the cheek and bracing herself for an attack.