He’d enjoy showing her how wrong she was.
Touch and taste Hadley Lockwood just once? No, that was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard.
“You’re stressed and upset,” she said. “You need to get rid of that so you can focus—”
He gripped her hips. “You’re volunteering to offer me some stress relief?”
Her eyes flashed. “I…just wanted to make sure you’re all right.”
Bennett’s chest hitched. Was he getting to her, too? Getting through those rock-solid walls of hers?
For now, he’d give them both what they wanted.
He spun her around so her back was pressed to his front. “I’m going to make you cry out my name, Hadley.”
Her breathing quickened. “You can try.”
He nipped her ear. “You like challenging me.”
“Someone needs to keep you on your toes.”
He nipped her again. She squirmed, rubbing her ass against him.
“Bend over my desk,” he ordered.
She pulled in a sharp breath. “Giving into those office fantasies, Mr. Knightley?”
“Giving into my Hadley fantasies. Let me have you. Let me give you what you want.”
She looked back at him over her shoulder. Desire was alive in her blue eyes. He knew this would be a move toward trusting him.
Then she stepped away. She took two more steps and reached his desk.
There was no submission in her moves, just pure seduction.
Then she pressed her palms to the glossy surface and bent over. Her skirt stretched over her arse.
Bennett’s cock was so hard it hurt. He flexed his hands.
He closed the distance and ran one palm over the curve of her buttocks. She made a small sound. He slid the other hand into her hair, pulling it free of its pins.
Desire was pounding hard, his control paper-thin. He gripped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, baring her gossamer-thin, black-lace panties.
Fuck. He worked hard not to come in his trousers like a teenager.
He smoothed a hand over the lace, then pulled her panties down.
“So damn pretty, Hadley.” He slid a hand between her thighs.
She jerked and made a sound.
“I can smell you. So wet.” He ran his knuckles through her folds. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Bennett—” She reared up, an edge in her voice.
He gripped the nape of her neck and pinned her to the desk. “It’s okay. This is just pleasure. Just feel.”
He heard her suck in a breath. Such a beautiful contradiction. She was all skill and confidence in her work, but nervous, if someone got too close.