Allison moved her hand a few more times before her pace slowed.
“Is this all you want?” she asked, her voice a breathy purr.
“No,” he panted.
With knowing eyes, she leaned back, her fingers going to the buttons of her own shirt. In rapt attention, he watched the material gape and part. When the shirt hung open she rolled her shoulder back to give him a better view. A barely-there black lace bra was all that covered her breasts from his gaze.
He’d thought it was impossible to need her more. He was wrong.
Unable to stand not touching her for another moment, he pushed the bra up and latched his mouth around one hard nipple.
Her soft moan rewarded his efforts. Fingers delved into his hair as his hand slid down her body. Allison was so unlike the women he usually dated. His normal rotation of bed partners tended to be slender, perfect examples of femininity—by societal standards at least. But he was quickly realizing how much he’d been missing out. He far preferred the generous curves of Allison’s body to that of the stick-thin models who’d preceded her. He loved cupping breasts that barely fit in his hands, liked the full hips that cradled him so perfectly when he pressed against her.
Hell, there wasn’t much about this woman that didn’t drive him to utter distraction.
Slipping a hand down her body, he grabbed her skirt and hiked it up. It was a simple thing to tear the flimsy material of her nylons.
“Really?” she teased. “I’m not going to be able to wear those again.”
“You don’t need them.”
“Says you. I still have a few hours of work once we’re done here.”
“Too bad we’re not back in your apartment, where I could savor you for hours.”
“Tonight,” she said, her teeth nibbling at his ear lobe.
That was a promise he’d hold her to. But as for right now…
He slid a hand between her thighs and groaned. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Always,” she breathed in his ear.
Her gasp when he stroked her slit was gratifying. “Quiet, angel,” he reminded her, rubbing his thumb over her clit.
“Don’t want the whole office knowing we’re being naughty,” she agreed.
With a grin, he slid one long finger into her.
She bit her lip to contain whatever sound she obviously struggled to keep silent. Instead, she fisted his shirt as she rocked her hips against his hand.
“Good?” he asked, enjoying the pleasure in her expression.
“Keep going,” she breathed.
It was an easy order to obey. His gaze locked on her face as he played with her. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes closed as she let her head fall back.
“More,” she said, grinding herself onto his hand.
“Oh, I’ll give you more,” he promised before taking a step back.
She collapsed back across his desk with a frustrated moan.
“You’re going to get a paper weight imprint in your back,” he said, reaching for the wallet in his briefcase.
“Hurry up and get back here,” she replied, twining her arms over her head.
Darian grabbed the condom from his wallet before allowing himself a few seconds to watch her spread across his desk. Had he ever seen such an erotic sight?
And for the moment she was all his.
“Hurry,” she said when he stepped back to her. She pushed herself back up, cupping his face as she guided his lips back to hers.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, rolling the condom onto his cock.
Gripping her legs, he spread them wider.
Allison leaned back on her elbows, watching him.
“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself.
She snorted. “All damn day.”
He thrust into her without any more urging.
A whimper escaped her as she threw back her head. “Yes,” she hissed.
He sank into her heat, nearly cross-eyed at the pleasure such a simple action brought. As he withdrew she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. One leg locked around his hips, pulling him deeper into her. Again and again he delved into her, muffling his harsh breathing against the crook of her neck.
Using him for leverage, she rocked against his body, writhing to meet each thrust.
Desperation was quick to take over, and he ground her back against the desk. But Allison didn’t have a word of complaint. Instead she filled his ears with whispered pleas for more. They moved together, both straining for release.
“Almost,” she breathed. “So close.”
“Let go,” he commanded.
Her teeth scraped against his shoulder as her movements grew more frantic. Clenching his jaw, he held back his own release until he was assured of hers.
And when it came it was a beautiful thing to witness.
A moan she couldn’t quite stop escaped her as her orgasm crashed through her body. He caught her lips with his, swallowing the sounds she couldn’t quiet. Her body stiffened in his arms as pleasure surged through her.