“No. I’m not stopping this,” I say, running my tongue over my bottom lip as I take her in. “Tonight. Right now. You’re mine.”
I take a step forward, brushing my lips against hers.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” she whispers.
“Very bad,” I agree. “Horrible idea, but I don’t fucking care. Do you?”
Please say no.
I might die if she ends things now. But I won’t move forward without her consent.
“Take off your clothes.”
She only has to tell me once. Within seconds, my trousers, briefs, and shirt have been discarded, and I stand naked before her.
Her eyes widen, and her teeth rake in her bottom lip.
My mouth claims hers again, and she pushes her breasts into me. My muscles tighten under her palms as she strokes my chest. My heart pounds as she wraps her fingers around my cock with one hand and palms my balls with the other.
“Bloody hell, Raven.” I groan against her lips. “That feels—”
Her hand moves up and down my shaft, and I’m not sure how long I can allow her to do it.
I sweep papers off my desk, leaning her back and putting both palms on either side of Raven’s head.
“You’re so beautiful, Rae,” I say, smiling down at her before I lean in for another kiss. Her hands skim over my chest and run up to my shoulders. I shift, moving between her legs, and line my cock up with her center.
I look into her eyes. “Last chance, sunshine.”
She shakes her head. “Do. Not. Stop.”
I push myself in, stopping when I’m halfway to allow her walls to adapt to my size.
“Please,” she begs, and I push in, my dick slamming as far as possible. A moan of pleasure escapes her, and I take that as permission to move.
I rock in and out, loving the way her body forms to my cock, squeezing every time I pull out.
“Fuck,” I say, building in pace. Her mewls push me on.
I’m so immersed in Raven that I forget about where we are. Everyone might have left, but this building is open twenty-four seven. Anyone could walk in on us.
I couldn’t care less at this moment, and that should terrify me. Not once have I mixed work and pleasure. My company means too much to fuck it up with meaningless sex. Everything with Raven is different, and that’s the scariest bit of all.
Raven’s fingernails dig into my back, bringing my mind back to the here and now. All thoughts of this being a bad idea disappear as I relish the sting from her nails. I pump into her harder, drawing more exquisite noises from her kiss-swollen lips.
Her legs squeeze my hips tighter, and I know her orgasm is building.
“Kiss me,” she says, pulling me down to her. I grab her hands, pinning them above her head as I lean down, swiping my tongue across her bottom lip.
“Charles.”
My name on her lips makes me want to give her anything and everything she asks for.
I kiss her passionately for several moments, slowing my thrusts in the process.
“More,” she says, voice heavy with need.
She writhes beneath me, back arching off the table as I pull all the way out and slam back into her. I begin a punishing pace as I work to push her toward the edge.