“Margaret?” When she shook her head, I tried again. “Harriet?”
“Dacia,” she relented.
“Dacia,” I murmured, feeling the word ripple through me from the inside out. I liked the name Dacia. “That’s beautiful,” I told her. Then I delved my gaze deep into hers as I started over.
“I, Julianna Dacia Radcliffe, being of sound mind and...” my stare roved down her dress before I hummed deep in my throat, “very sound body, do solemnly swear that I want nothing more on this earth than to press my mouth against the mouth of Colton David Gamble, and maybe even spike my tongue deep into his—”
She interrupted me by huffing out an impatient breath and removing her hand from mine. Then she curled her fingers around my neck and jerked me forward, smashing our mouths together.
Okay…
So I guess Julianna liked to seal her promises with a kiss. She still hadn’t said the actual words, though, which worried me.
Ergo, I resisted her…for all of half a second.
But then her lips softened against mine, and her body went warm and liquid, and fit perfectly against me. I groaned as I gave into defeat, opening up and touching my tongue to hers.
She tasted like champagne, cola, and whiskey. The mix was addictive. I needed more. I backed her toward the conference table before picking her up by the hips and sitting her back down on the hard, glossy surface.
Julianna gripped my shoulder, her nails biting through two layers of cloth. She tried to part her legs to let me fit my hips between them, but her dress would only let them go so wide. Eager to help her out, I set my hand on her knee and slid my fingers up the outside of her thigh, directly toward that cock-teasing slit in her dress.
She was soft and warm. I wanted to concentrate on that and nothing else, so I tore my mouth from hers and pressed our brows together, so I could watch my hand move. The contrast of my skin against hers made the moment even more intense. I held my breath as my fingers disappeared under the dress’s slit and gathered up the material as I headed toward her waist.
I kept expecting her to slap me and shove me away, but she only caught her breath as if she liked watching my touch.
The instant my palm met her hip, she banded her legs around my waist and used them to tug me in close. My cock slammed into the crotch of her soaked hot pink panties, straining against the zipper of my dress pants.
“Damn,” I grunted, dazed by how good it felt and how fast this was happening.
She whimpered something desperate and incoherent before gripping my hair and dragging my face down to her level. And then our mouths were attacking each other again.
“This is wrong, this is so wrong,” she chanted every few seconds between biting my lip and sucking my tongue deep into her mouth.
“That’s probably why it feels so good.” I popped a breast free from the top of her bustier and palmed it hard enough to make her moan and press into my fingers for more. Rolling the nipple under my thumb, I leaned down to draw the other breast into my mouth.
Holy shit, she tasted good.
She gasped and clutched my arm. “Oh God, it really does feel good. Don’t stop.”
I chuckled. “You like it wrong, don’t you, baby doll?”
Instead of answering, she found the front of my chest, smoothed her hands inside my tux jacket and jerked it roughly over my shoulders, then down my arms. Once she tugged that off me, she tried to unbutton my white dress shirt but grew impatient and finally just tugged it apart, popping buttons as she went.
Fuck, that was hot.
I straightened from her breast so she could run her lips over my chest. Her hot wet mouth opened over my flat brown nipple, and I gasped, not realizing I was quite that sensitive there. My cock throbbed so hard I’m surprised it didn’t poke a hole through my slacks to get to her.
I thrust between her legs with a mad, savage grinding that had her biting my nipple before looking up at me with pleading eyes.
“I want to come so bad, it aches. Oh my God, I’ve never felt like this before.”
She sounded almost scared of the sensation. With the instinctive need to ease her, I ran my hand over her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose. “I can help you with that.”
She nodded wordlessly, her big brown eyes trusting as she looked up at me. That was all the green light I needed. I reached down and backed my hips away so I could slip my fingers inside her soaked pristine pink, good-girl panties. But what I found inside was anything but good-girl. Slippery and bare, her naughty wet pussy made me groan. Hers was shaved to perfection, which drove me insane with want.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned as my thumb found the slick little muscle of her clit and made it quiver under my touch.