Surrendered(34)

I’m just wrapping up a business proposal for a client when there’s a knock on my office door. “Come in.” I say without looking up from the document on my computer screen.

“You look busy.” That deep voice trickles over my senses, making my skin prickle. A smile unconsciously creeps onto my face. I glance up to find him standing in front of my desk, cocky smirk in place. He’s wearing jeans and a v neck jumper, which is seriously hugging him in all the right places. His dark hair is in its usual messy disarray, making me want to run my fingers through it.

“What are you doing here?” I ask breathily.

His smirk turns into a full blown grin. He holds up the bag in his hand. “I brought you food.”

He is so cute. I don’t know how I managed to bag a man who looks like that, and is sweet enough to bring me food when I’m working late. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I needed an excuse to see you. I’m having withdrawals.” His eyes flick down to my cleavage. The deep blue of his irises smoulders under the dimmed office lights. His perusal sends my pulse skittering like a flock of birds.

I bite my bottom lip hard in an effort to concentrate. “Stop.” I point at him. “I have got to get this work finished, and all this…” I wave my hand in the direction of his body. “…is not helping.”

He throws his head back and laughs easily. “All this…” He leans over the desk until his lips are grazing mine. “…really wants all this…” His finger trails down my neck and into my cleavage. “…right now.”

I release a shuddering breath. He’s touching me, and I can’t think. I close the small gap between us and kiss him. I run my fingers into his hair, and feel the soft strands glide over my fingertips. His tongue tangles with mine as he pulls me close. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pinning me in place.

“I missed these lips last night.” He murmurs against my lips, his warm breath touching my tongue.

“I missed you.” I whisper.

He pulls back slightly, and touches my cheek gently. A small frown etches between his eyes. “You look tired, sugar.”

“Thanks. Aren’t you supposed to just tell me I look good regardless?” I smile.

He cocks an eyebrow. “You always look good. You just look tired good. You need to eat.”

“I’m fine.” Between working, him and eating, I know where my priorities lay. I stand up and move around the desk. “I’m not hungry for food.” I meet his eyes, putting my point across loud and clear.

It takes him approximately three seconds to have me on my back on the desk, and another three seconds to have the skirt of my dress up around my waist. He stands over me, watching me carefully as his hands trace the inside of my thighs. I’m practically whimpering on the desk, desperate for his touch. His fingers brush against the lace of my underwear and I have to bite back a moan. Fuck.

“Hmm, you really did miss me.” He says with that sexier than sin smile on his perfect lips.

“Yes.” I manage to gasp. I can’t form coherent thought as his fingers gently tease their way underneath my underwear.

He leans forward, pressing his body against mine. He drops a soft kiss on my neck. “Do you want me?” He teases. His tongue traces a line up my neck, until he reaches my ear. I don’t respond. I can’t. His fingers stop moving and I almost scream out in frustration. I don’t know how he does this to me. He can reduce me to a hot mess with one look, one touch, one smile. He lowers his lips to my ear. “I said, do you want me?” His voice is a low rumble of authority, like thunder on the horizon.

“Yes.” I manage to say.

“Good.” His teeth graze my earlobe as his fingers resume their previous journey. His other hand grips my hip, he exerts a little pressure, pinning me to the desk. With no warning he presses two fingers inside me. I moan, and my hips buck to no avail. My fingers claw frantically at his hair. I need more. I need him.

“You are wild today.” He purrs against my lips. His warm breath caresses my face, and my already foggy mind drops even further into a lust filled haze.

I grip the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine. I force my tongue into his mouth, and I nip at his lip. I’m out of control, mad with need, and I’m damn well taking him with me. I know how to make him snap. He moans against my lips as I demand everything from him.

I reach down and yank his belt open, popping the button free in seconds. I slip my hand into his boxers and wrap my hand around his hard cock. He rips his lips from mine and throws his head back as his breath hisses through his teeth.