The blonde fluffed her hair.
“Well,” said Vi, rolling back her shoulders in the best possible way. Nothing else existed. She had his complete and undivided attention. “I’m just going out back now.”
“Right.”
“To the office.” Her hand toyed with the pendant around her neck, a cherry by the look of it. “That’s where I’ll be.”
“Okay.”
“Where that big, strong, solid desk is.”
“Huh.” He always had liked that desk. Best desk ever. And the overwhelming urge he had to be with it right now could not be denied.
“Bye, Alex.” The woman turned and meandered off into the crowd, toward the staff exit. With a little extra something put into her step if he wasn’t mistaken. Hard to tell with all the people around, but still.
“Just go,” said Duncan before he could utter a word.
“Thanks.”
He went.
Violent had her back to him when he stormed in after her. He locked the door and she turned to face him, fingers undoing the line of little buttons on her blouse.
“Vi, are you planning on using me for sex?”
“You don’t want to play boss and the secretary with me?” She shucked the blouse, dropping it on the floor. Damn, she had on his old friend, the dark-gray bra. She wore it so well. His mouth watered.
“Mostly I’m just curious,” he said. Curious and also so hard he hurt.
“I thought about what you said.” Her hands slipped behind her back and he heard the zipper on her skirt go down. Then her hands, her lovely hands, pushed the black material over her hips, past her ass and down to the ground. She stepped out of it and stood before him. His world pretty much stopped right there and then.
“Fuck.”
She smiled. “I wore them for you.”
Gray silk suspenders and knickers to match the bra. Lace panels the same storm cloud color and two little bows. His brain left the building. It was that simple. Lush, pale curves, silk lingerie and black heels.
“I missed you too,” she said, eyes bright. “Isn’t that silly? I saw you nearly every day but…”
He crossed to her and cupped her pretty face, kissed her perfect lips. She opened to him, teasing his tongue with her own, driving him nuts. But then, she always had. When she moaned his name, he lost it more than a little. Lucky she still knew his name because he’d basically forgotten. His mind had been wiped clean. There was nothing but her.
Her hands popping the buttons on his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders.
Her clever fingers getting into his jeans at record speed and wrapping around his cock.
And her mouth; he could kiss her forever.
Kissing Alex was great, heavenly. Having Alex fuck her while she bent over the desk however would be even better. Her sex squeezed tight at the thought. He made her hungry and hot and a bit of a mess. But that was okay because he was right there with her.
Violet broke the kiss and turned, assuming the position. Hands stroked over her back and slid down to cup her ass cheeks. The feel of his hot, wet mouth on the back of her thigh made her jump. “Alex.”
“Shh.”
A finger tucked into the edge of her briefs and, God, the feel of his breath on her bare sex. Her knees nearly gave. Every muscle in her legs quivered. His tongue lapped at her, sliding between the folds of her sex. The breath stuttered out of her and her belly tensed. Nothing had ever felt so divine. So of course she bent forward and gave him better access, spreading her legs wider. The heels were both a help and hindrance, great for height but an issue for balance. Luckily Alex was good with his hands, holding her steady.
His mouth made her tremble. The feel of his tongue slipping through her, leaving no part undiscovered. He suckled the lips of her sex and tongued her tight back hole. Bless the man. He knew exactly what he was doing. Her hips writhed, pushing back against him, demanding more. Tension spread as the pleasure grew and grew. Paperwork ended up strewn across the floor and her breasts pushed at the cool, hard surface. There was no stopping it, not once his fingers found her clit.
Freight trains, speeding bullets, whatever. It hit her harder than all combined and she came with a strangled cry, hands hanging onto the edges of the big old desk for all she was worth.
A moment later, he pushed slowly into her. The fit and feel of his cock was sublime, the stretch as he filled her. One big hand gripped her hips while the other held the gusset of her knickers aside.
“You like the lingerie,” she mumbled, still gathering her reserves.
He hummed. “I fucking love the lingerie. But I have every intention of taking you home and having you naked in my bed next.”
“Okay.” Like she’d argue.
He drew back before thrusting into her once again. Her body lit up from top to toe. No part of her remained unaware. The man was spectacular. The hand on her hip slid up to clasp her shoulder.
“Violet.”
“Harder.”
“Yes.”
Alex picked up the pace and the sound of flesh slapping filled the room. He fucked her hard and fast and she loved it. His heavy breathing and grunt of approval when she canted her hips were hot as hell. Everything about him worked for her. The scent of sex and the sound of his voice saying her name over and over. When his hand burrowed beneath her, searching out her clit, she’d have said it was impossible to come again so soon but Alex didn’t play by the rules. His cock stroked over something wonderful inside her and the pressure built once more. If only there’d been a mirror because she’d have loved to watch him. The thought that she could have let this beautiful man slip away…
She came again with a startled sound, hips bucking. Hands held her brutally hard and he pulled her back onto him and came. The world grayed and pleasure swamped her. It never seemed to end. Lucky the desk was there. She collapsed on top of it.
Alex lay against her back, an arm braced beside her head. Without a word, he straightened and she heard him zipping up his jeans. He pulled her into the upright position and picked her up, carried her to the couch.