The first swipe of his tongue along her lips and she parted them with a cock-swelling moan.
One hand drifting to the curve of her ass, he sank the other into the hair at the nape of her neck, beneath the bun that had come undone slightly. A wriggle of his hand and it was down, sending her damp hair cascading around his hand as it tumbled.
A thump as her bag hit the floor, then her arms were around him as well, anchoring them tight. Pressing her full breasts into him. She matched him stroke for stroke and he growled as her taste was reintroduced to his system.
Turning them, he backed her to the desk and lifted her to sit on the edge while he pushed his way between her legs, digging his erection into her softness. Her whimpers were going to kill him.
“Fuck, Fyre. What I want to do to you.” His words were growled along her lips as he held her gaze, smirking at how hazy her eyes were with pleasure. “Hi.”
Her full lips curled up. “Hello.”
Another fleeting kiss. “Phillip. For fuck’s sake, call me Phillip.”
“Hello”—a pause—“Phillip.”
“I love the sound of my name rolling off your lips, Fyre.” He flexed his hips and captured her resulting moan in his mouth again.
“I did not come here for this,” she panted when he allowed her up for air.
“What did you come through the rain for?”
He skimmed his hands up and down her sides, swiping his thumbs along the outsides of her breasts as they passed.
“Books,” she gasped, her body arching closer to his.
“Books?”
He slid a hand beneath her dress and smoothed it up the outside of her leg.
“Oh!” She shifted on the desk. “You should not be doing that.”
“What books, Fyre?” He wasn’t going to let her think much about the reasons this shouldn’t happen between them.
“Yours. I…I finished the copies.”
“So fast?”
“I did not want to keep them longer than necessary.”
“You could have brought them to the party.” God, the top of her thigh was so fucking smooth, he wanted to taste her skin here. “I cannot wait until you let me lick you from head to toe.”
She trembled in his arms and he inched his hand along her thigh to the inside.
“I am not coming to the party.”
“You are.”
“I did not receive an invitation.”
That was jealousy and hurt in her tone. He stopped his hand scant millimeters from her core and lifted his head to hold her gaze.
“I will have them write one for you, Fyre. I thought you knew how much I wanted you there when I asked you on the picnic. You know, as I touched you through your skirts.”
Her hands gripped him tighter. “You are under them now.”
He grinned. “Yes, yes I sure as hell am.” He dragged a finger along her outer lips, eyes focused on her expression.
Phillip shifted his left hand to resettle it against the nape of her neck. He continued to tease between her legs. Light touches on lips that grew wetter as he continued the strokes.
Holding her gaze, he watched myriad emotions dance over her features.
“I thought you only said the words.”
He frowned.
“And what, I only said it to get your assistance to fix the books?”
She shrugged.
Phillip dragged his finger between her pussy lips. “I want you at the party.” He circled her clit. Hot, slick and hell on his control.
He focused his eyes on her face, noting every nuance. “Make no mistake about it.” Another brush of his fingers. “That is the reason I am throwing the damn thing. Why I invited people I do not really want to know.”
She opened her mouth but he kissed her to keep her silent.
“Let me finish.” A plea? Most likely.
Phillip pushed one finger into her wet heat, his cock throbbing and uncomfortable.
“Fuck, you are tight, baby.” Her legs fell open, allowing him even more access, and it took everything he had to not take more advantage.
“I invited your family, other business owners, even Mr. Caulfield. One reason. I want you under my roof.” Finding out the one screwing with him and her about his books had suddenly become secondary.
Fyre whimpered, pressing closer. His finger dipped deeper and he was so ready to experience her channel around his dick.
“And if that is what it takes to accomplish that, then so be it.”
Lowering his mouth to the spot where her neck and shoulder met, he inhaled. Her scent was unlike anyone else’s, and he would always recognize it.
Another whimper left her.
“I promise, baby, I will take you there, but I want to make sure you understand I want you to come. I have a room I think you will like.”
“I understand.” She moved against him. “Phillip, please.”
His name.
Her lips.
Pure fucking heaven.
Pumping his finger slowly within her, he smiled into her skin.
“You aching for me like I do you?”