My shoulders shake as soon as Luc joins me inside and the noise from outside muffles. I brace both hands on his uncluttered desk and my face screws up. A high gasp cuts the air, and I immediately smother the sound with my hand.
His hand slides over my shoulder. Disgusted, I throw it off.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Come on. It wasn’t that bad.”
“You embarrassed me!”
I whirl around and he gives me an unapologetic grin.
“I had to make an example out of you, hon. Would you rather I bashed in your fingers? Because that’s what we usually do to people who bring in recording equipment.”
I wince as my back hits the edge of his bookshelf, fighting the flutters in my stomach when he touches my shoulder again gently. I want to slap him—throttle him. Wipe that fucking smile of his face.
But I also want him to keep touching me.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy having my hands on your ass.”
It feels like another taunt. “Fuck you.”
But fuck, his eyes. I’ve never had a man look at me like that, as though I’m the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. He takes my hand and I let him guide it to his waist. With a wicked smile on his face, he slides it around his hips to anchor on his ass.
Damn. Him.
I can’t help but squeeze him—feel the hard muscle and the small layer of fat. His hand slips away from mine and I seize that moment to bring it back and give him a vicious slap.
“How do you like it?”
His tongue moistens his upper lip. “A lot, actually.”
I could just imagine myself leaning forward to catch his bottom lip in my mouth, and my heart slams against my chest, blood roaring in my ears. My hand reaches back, but he seizes it, suddenly rough.
“Prove it.”
“What?”
“Prove you’re not a cop.”
How the fuck am I supposed to do that?
“Or what?”
One of his eyebrows rises in an arch. “Or I keep you here for as long as I want.”
He stands an inch away from me, his arms across his chest. I hate that he made me enjoy his palm on my ass. That spanking was the closest I’ve gotten to fucking in weeks, and it made me excited. Damn me, but this cramped office makes me think of his promise to get me out of my tight little dress.
His leg stiffens as I brush my fingertips over his thigh until I smooth my palm over the bump between his legs. I grab a handful of his cock through his slacks and hear his sharp intake of breath. I reach all the way back, and damn, this guy is gifted because I can barely hold it all in my hands.
Would a cop do this?
I squeeze his cock gently, a thrill running through my pussy when I realize how rapidly he’s growing. Within seconds I feel blood pumping through his rock-hard length.
It’s incredible to hold him—feel his body responding to me. Luc’s smirk finally falters a bit, hardening into that fierce expression all men get when they’re really turned-on.
“You have a nice big cock.”
I squeeze and feel him jump in my hands.
Then my back hits the bookshelf as Luc’s body crushes against mine. He buries his hand in my hair and suddenly his lips are hot against mine, tasting vaguely of alcohol. Oh my God. How long has it been? I lean into the kiss, still squeezing his thick cock now tenting his slacks. It’s like an explosion. His tongue slides into my mouth as his hand keeps my neck steady, painfully tugging on my hairs. I know nothing about this man besides his name, but I want him to fuck me. I know that we’re going to fuck right here in his cramped office. Nothing will stop us.
Books drop from the shelves as he presses his body into mine, still stunning me with his kiss. He breaks away, breathing hard, and bends his head to my chest. I arch my back as his tongue stings the top of my breast. He closes his mouth around me and sucks. An electrical jolt travels instantly to my pussy, and my hand curls around his cock. It’s so fucking hard for me. He tongues my breast, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth to bite down. My moan fills the room as I wind my fingers through his fine black hair and I yank hard. My dress slips, and he moves from the bright-red patch he made to my nipple standing at attention. Wet heat hits it, and I look and see his lips locked around me, sucking. A pink tongue traces it in circles and I fist his cock as another hot wave hits my pussy.
“Who the fuck are you?”
He gives me one last gentle bite before he looks up, his eyes blazing. “I’m the guy who’s going to fuck you.”
“And then what?”
“Make me happy, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”
At this point I don’t care. I just want more. He straightens, waiting for my response. A battle rages in his eyes—he can barely restrain himself.