He didn’t look convinced or even apologetic. His eyes flicked between me and the closed door of the office before a slow, wicked grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “You seem tense.”
I could read his thoughts all over his face. “Not now, Dante.”
“So you don’t need help relaxing?” he asked casually, trailing a finger along the side of the desk. He stopped beside me, fingers skimming across my bare neck.
My body answered him immediately, the hairs along my arms rising, goosebumps breaking out along my skin. I hated the fact that his presence did this to me. Especially right now.
I felt the warm touch of his lips against my neck, his fingers brushing along my jaw. For a minute, I thought about giving in, just leaning into his touch and allowing him to make me forget everything that's happened.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, hands following the curves of my body.
Slowly, I turned, catching his gaze. He stepped closer, herding me back until I hit the edge of the desk. The heat between us lit aflame, his lips just inches away from mine. Anyone could walk in on us right now. Anyone could see us, hear us, if they just pressed a little closer to the glass.
“Dante, stop.” My hand splayed across his chest. “Someone might see us.”
That devilish grin returned. “So? Let them.”
Before I could reply, he hoisted me onto the desk, lips crashing against mine. But this time, his kisses were different. There was no control, only heat, only desire. His tongue met mine in a hurricane of desperate need, his hands already working the buttons of my slacks. It broke something inside me, and before I knew it, I was helping him tug my pants over my knees, boots kicked off and forgotten on the floor.
Dante stepped between my thighs, undoing the buttons on my shirt before yanking it down my shoulders. When I was down to nothing but my underwear, I reached for his own shirt when he stopped me.
“Please, boss,” his hands cupped my face, “allow me.”
Slowly, he pressed down on my chest until I was propped on my elbows in the same position as last night. He knelt before me, his eyes never leaving mine, making sure I was watching everything. Soft kisses trailed down my thighs like a forest fire, setting everything ablaze before the eruption as his mouth latched onto my clit, tongue swirling over the hardened nub.
His hand reached up, clamping a hand over my mouth before any noise could escape. Lifting his head for only a few seconds, he shushed me before going back to work. The things he could do with his tongue, my God. Any fear I had of someone walking in on us fled the moment I felt the heat of his mouth against my pussy. This was heaven, pure ecstasy as he lapped at my arousal, eating me out like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
Dante lifted his head, grinning. “Do you want more?”
My hands reached for him as I nodded.
“What do you say?”
Breathless, I mumbled between his fingers.
“Please.”
TWELVE
DANTE
As soon as that word escaped her lips, I grinned. Sienna was propped up against the desk, legs spread just for me, and it was the hottest thing I had ever fucking seen. My hand pressed against her mouth to keep the moans muffled, her small ‘please’ mumbled around my fingers. That word alone made me lose any control I had left.
I plunged two fingers into her, hard, ignoring her muffled cries. Despite how rough I was being with her, she lifted her hips to meet my thrusting fingers, rolling them so my thumb would hit her clit just right. I was already rock-hard, my cock throbbing painfully as I let my tongue slip between her folds, joining my soaking fingers.
“Dante…” Her voice was nothing but a whisper, my hand stopping her from calling it out, but damn, how I wanted to hear her scream my name.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmured, quickening the pace of my fingers plunging into her. Her arousal dripped between her ass cheeks, coating my fingers.
Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my throbbing manhood, stroking the shaft in time with my tongue and fingers. I wanted to cum, wanted to have this respite. No, I needed it. I needed Sienna. And I didn’t want her to cum before we had our fun.
Fucking in an office shouldn’t have been this arousing, but it was. Just the thought of someone else walking in on us and seeing my face between Sienna’s thighs as she tried not to cry out was too much for me to handle. I almost wished someone would.
Jerking my fingers free, I stand between her legs, guiding my cock head towards her clenching pussy. Sienna’s eyes go wide as I thrust in. She was already so fucking wet that it gave little resistance, letting me slide all the way to the hilt inside her. As soon as I felt her tight pussy clamping down around my cock, waves of pleasure hit me.
Sienna’s hand slapped around my mouth, muffling the sound of my own enjoyment. We must have looked ridiculous, our fingers clamped around each other’s mouths, trying to drown out the sounds of our own pleasure and the slapping of our bodies as I piston into her. Fuck. She squirmed beneath me, her legs falling to the side, allowing me to go deeper.
Her dark eyes flick up to mine, holding my stare as I fucked her on top of the desk. The heat in her gaze, and the sound of my balls hitting her ass, had me wishing we were alone just so I could hear her scream my name as she came. I wanted to hear her be loud, to let me know just how much she enjoyed me fucking her.