I run my hands down his taut skin. His muscles tighten and flex at my touch. I bite my lip, focused on the task of exploring his body.
He tugs at my top, slithers his hand underneath the thin fabric and pushes my bra out of the way. My breast feels heavy as he cups it, brushing his thumb over the painfully tight nipple.
Sharp bliss streaks through me, ending between my legs. I moan and arch against his hand. A monstrous lust is riding me now, taking control. A vague voice in my head says this is a terrible idea, but I’m feeling too good to care.
He reclaims my mouth. Our kiss is brutal. He’s holding me so tight, and the pleasure from his mouth is so searing, that I feel like my soul is burning. I sense something tear and realize it’s my power thong, and then his clever fingers are touching my clit and the dripping flesh below. The starkly delightful sensation overwhelms me, setting every nerve on fire. And the torn thong doesn’t seem important.
His fingers tugging and tweaking my nipple, his mouth fused over mine, he shifts until he’s positioned underneath me. And then suddenly, smoothly, he’s inside.
I clutch his shoulders, lost in the pleasure of animal friction. I’m riding him, but he’s gripping my pelvis with his strong hands to move me up and down. He seems out of his mind with what’s happening between us, his breathing rough, his movements hard and desperate.
Then he shifts a little, and his cock hits a spot I didn’t know was inside me. Lightning starts flashing in my head and an orgasm crashes through me, the intensity enough to make me black out for a second. Blood roars in
my head, and I feel like I’m going to rip in half from the pleasure exploding inside me. Air catches in my throat; I can’t even scream.
Emmett tightens, then jerks as he pulls his dick out fast. Something hot squirts over my thigh as a tortured groan tears from his throat.
Collapsed over him, I struggle to catch my breath as my vision refocuses. Holy shit. That was technically a quickie, but it sure didn’t feel like one. I’ve never come so hard, so fast. My brain’s still sparking with lingering bliss. My muscles spasm in aftershock as my body recovers from the most intense orgasm of my life.
I had no clue this was possible. I shiver again as my body demands another round. I’ve never understood why people became addicted to sex, but now…
Emmett angles my head, then kisses me again. Tenderly at first, then growing more commanding. I let out a little whimper as heat pulses through me again, making me greedy for another orgasm.
A buzzing sound cuts through the layer of renewed need. I feel torn as sanity tries to wriggle way its way back into my mind.
Emmett pulls his mouth from mine a fraction, mumbles, “Ignore that,” and then resumes the kiss. He presses his still-hard cock between my legs and moves, the damp friction sending another wave of dazzling bliss through me. My head spins, and I can’t think of a single reason we should stop.
The buzzing goes off again and sanity finally slices through animal desire, seizing firm control of my mind. It slaps me with cold, lust-killing reality.
You just had sex with your boss. In his office.
Holy shit!
Nice going. Bet that really showed him what cheap feels like.
I jerk upright as dread starts sinking in.
Now he really can take it up with HR. For real.
I immediately jump off him, shoving my skirt down, then reposition my bra properly. My face goes hot-cold-hot as embarrassment and horror battle for supremacy.
I feel Emmett’s gaze boring into me. Horror wins. Panic surges through me, leaving me so cold I shiver.
“Amy?”
The buzzing. It’s his phone on the table. I keep my eyes on it so I don’t have to look at him. I simply can’t right now. “You should answer that. Must be important.”
I run out before he can respond.
Chapter Six
Amy
I trot to my desk and grab my laptop and purse before Emmett can come out of his office. Dad told me that when you need to, you can overcome any obstacle in your way. He’s right, because my wobbly heels are no match for my need to get the hell out of here immediately.
I dash to the elevator bank and hit the button out of reflex. But when I check the car displays, I realize there’s nothing immediately available to take me to lobby. No way am I waiting here like a sitting duck.
I head right, open the emergency exit door and take the stairs. I can reach the floor below and catch an elevator from there. Improvise. Adapt. Overcome!