“Or… here?” He finds the hem of my dress and lifts it up, up, up. I gasp at the touch of his hand on my inner thigh, my hands tightening on his shoulders.
“Victor…”
“Keep saying my name like that, Myers.”
“Cecilia.”
His lips catch mine and his hand cups me through my panties, warm against my heat. “Cecilia,” he murmurs. “How about here?”
The confession is a whisper against his lips. “Yes.”
He slides them to the side and I can’t breathe, can’t think, around the feeling of his fingers brushing my hot skin.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re wet.”
Yes,I think.All for you, only for you,but the words die on my tongue as he strokes. His fingers tease my folds and with a skill that shouldn’t surprise me, he finds my clit.
My breath turns shaky against his lips. “That’s right,” he says. “Fast or slow?”
I can’t believe we’re doing this. But I tell him, my eyes closed and breathing fast. “Hard.”
Another of his smiles against my lips and then the pressure increases on my clit. Heat radiates from that simple touch, and with each of his circles, it grows stronger.
I tighten my grip on his shoulders. Life support, that’s what they are, as he takes me higher and higher.
His free hand joins the one he’s using on me, and then I feel it, the sweet burn of his finger sliding into me.
“Oh my God.”
“Do you know?” he asks. “How badly I want to be inside you?”
My fingers tighten around his lapels. I don’t know, but if it’s as badly as I want him inside me, he’s burning too. The relentless movements of his hand feel like punishment. His fingers speed up and it’s all I can do to hold on against the racing of my pulse.
I’m going to come if he continues.
“Victor, I…”
“I know,” he says. “You hate me for this, but you love me for it too.”
“Please.”
He kisses me, tongue moving against mine. His thumb presses down on my swollen clit and I break apart. Pleasure sweeps my body and I squeeze my knees around his hips. He holds me through it, a finger still sliding in and out of me. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s it.”
I’m breathing hard when the high ends, hands tight around his neck. “Oh my God.”
His fingers circle one last time before he slides my panties back into place. The fabric feels rough against my sensitive skin. “It’s a good thing,” he says, “that I didn’t know how good you feel. I’d never have gotten anything done with you as my assistant.”
My voice is breathless. “Yes. You’d have done me.”
He chuckles and I reach for him, finding his lips again. He’s hard against me. He had meant what he said. He needs to be inside me.
But I had meant what I said earlier too.
I want to tease him for what he’d done to me for a year.
So I slide off the console table on shaky legs and find my footing among the shattered glass. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”