He stroked her and then slid a finger inside. She moaned.
“Tight and wet for me.” He added another finger.
“Bennett.” She squirmed.
“Just feel, Hadley.” He worked his fingers inside her. His thumb found her clit.
Her breathing was coming in hard, fast pants. “I…”
“What, beautiful? What’s scaring you?” He kept up his rhythm, his fingers plunging into her pussy.
She rocked back against him, a cry escaping her. “I’m not afraid. I want to come.”
He bent over her, and bit the back of her neck. “Don’t lie. There’ll be no lies between us.”
She made an angry sound, and shoved hard onto his fingers.
“You…you make me want to trust you, dammit. To let go.”
Elation filled him. He kept working her, heard a needy sound rip free of her.
“I’ve got you, Hadley. I promise.”
Then Bennett dropped to his knees. He cupped her ass cheeks and parted them enough to get his mouth on her pussy.
Hadley cried out his name.
He licked, lapping at her slick juices. So, so sweet. He stabbed his tongue inside her and used one hand to find her clit.
She struggled, and cried out again.
“Come, beautiful.Now.”
She bucked and screamed. He licked her through her violent release, until she slumped on his desk.
Bennett rose. Hell, his knees were weak, and his cock was as hard as steel, throbbing painfully. Looking at a limp Hadley on his desk, her high heels discarded on the floor, and her bare arse on display, didn’t help.
“Holy…” She straightened and turned, still breathing hard.
She pushed her skirt down and eyed him, her gaze dropping to the tent in the front of his suit trousers.
Her lips curled. “Now it’s my turn.”
* * *
Hadley smoothed down her skirt.Her heart was still racing, and little aftershocks of pleasure shivered through her.
He’d taken her over, and she’d let him. She was used to controlling sex. To never fully letting go. She could still feel his hands on her, in her. She let her gaze travel over him. There was fire in his eyes; his face was stark with need.
It soothed something inside her. He wasn’t in control. He was as lost as she was.
She saw the way his fists were clenched by his sides. No, not in control at all. The large bulge in his trousers made her belly clench. She’d felt it pushed against her. He’d been blessed in more ways than one.
She took a step toward him. “My turn.”
“It’s not about turns. I wanted to give you pleasure.”
She pressed her hands to his chest and pushed him. He dropped into one of the guest chairs in front of his desk. His gaze was locked on her, unblinking.