“Just wait until midnight.”
The sound of a popping cork had me spinning around.
“Want some?” He leaned back on his desk.
“Shouldn’t we wait until midnight?”
His fingertip circled the opening of the bottle. “There are other ways to bring in the new year, Cass.”
My brow lifted. “Oh.”
He brought the bottle to his mouth and tipped some in. “Or we could do both.”
“Both?” I rasped, completely clueless to the suggestion but entirely turned on.
As he took two steps toward me, his pupils blackened and seared my skin. “Take off your cardigan.”
Without any resistance, I threaded my arms out of the sleeves and dropped it to the floor.
He took another sip before licking the excess moisture from his lips. “Now the dress.”
Enjoying his dominance, I slipped the straps over my shoulders and shimmied out of the dress until it pooled at my feet.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as his gaze soaked in the sexiest lingerie I’d ever owned, paired with my stilettos.
I stepped out of my dress and rested my hand on my hip. “Are you going to share that?” I asked as he took another swig.
His eyes never deviated from mine. “Come and get it.”
My core pulsed as I stepped closer until the only space left between us was occupied by a $500 bottle of wine. I wrapped my hand around its neck and lifted it to my lips. The bubbles tickled my nose as the liquid filled my mouth, making me draw it away prematurely. A small dribble ran over my chin and dripped onto my chest.
“Leave it.” Adam took the bottle and placed it on the desk.
As the bead of champagne traced the curve of my breast, Adam slipped his finger under my bra strap and pulled it down while unfastening the front clasp that held everything in place.
He threw the bra across the room as my breasts spilled out before him, allowing the cool liquid to continue its journey. Once it reached my panty line, Adam dropped to his knees and laid soft kisses across my stomach as his fingers looped into my underwear. He dragged my panties down over my legs while his hot breath lingered at my core, waiting to strike.
Aside from my heels, I was completely naked, while Adam wore an entire suit. As he waited for the last drop to fall, he trailed kisses up and down my thigh, and I felt absolutely worshipped.
How could a man so powerful be kneeling before me…pleasuring me? My head was foggy, and when his nose nuzzled between my legs, followed by his stubbled chin, I almost blacked out. The erotic sensation of his tongue colliding with the fizz of the champagne over my clit had me crying out.
“Easy, Tiger,” he said with a wicked smile. “No coming till midnight.”
“Oh God, Adam. I can’t…” As he dove back in, I grasped his hair. My knees grew too weak to stand.
“Open your eyes, or you’ll miss the fireworks.” He replaced his tongue with his thumb, bringing me dangerously close to the edge.
His words couldn’t penetrate the rolling orgasm.
With a growl, he tore his hand away, stood, and steered me to the window.
I rested my hands on the glass, attempting to catch my breath, when Adam pressed his body against my back and unbuckled his belt. “Keep…your…eyes…open.”
Finally understanding his instruction, I opened my eyes to the scenic ocean, dancing under the moonlight, and whimpered when Adam slid his incredible length between my legs.
As he filled my center, explosions of color filled the sky outside, bathing us in light. His thrusts matched every burst and built with intensity until I feared the window may break under the pressure.
“Oh fuck,” I screamed, unable to hold on any longer.