Total D*ck(34)

I followed him. “Hey, Carey. Look at me.”

He turned and glanced to Kennedy before meeting my eyes. “I know you weren’t trying anything. I enjoyed it. Thanks for showing me.” I dropped a kiss on his cheek and he gave me a wan smile before walking out.

I spun to Kennedy. “What Carey and I do is none of your business. And you should apologize to him.”

“You’re naïve. He’s just trying to get into your panties.”

“And you’re not?”

“I’ve already been in your panties. Remember?” He let his eyes drift down my body. Dick. I ignored the thrill that shot through me, the goose bumps erupting along my skin.

Grabbing my bag from the table, I strode to the door. He was on me before I could pull it open. Pressing his chest to my back, I was flat against the glass. My bag hit the floor.

“Get off me.” I tried to buck back against him, but his hard cock pressed into my ass and my body reacted, my pussy growing wetter by the second.

He snaked his fingers through my hair, clenching his fist and pulling my head to the side. He nipped at my ear, and my panting breaths fogged the glass of the door.

“I don’t think you want me to. I think you want me on you and in you. Isn’t that right, Scarlett?”

I closed my eyes as he said my name and rubbed his stiff length against my ass. No. I made one final effort, pushing him back and turning.

Holding my hand out in front of me, I said, “Don’t. We can’t do this. We work together. That’s it. We can’t . . .”

His shirt collar was open, the vein in his neck pumping hard and steady. When I met his eyes, I was lost. No one had ever looked at me like he did. Hungry, with a mix of need and desperation.

He wet his lips and grabbed my wrist. “You keep telling me what we can’t do. Let me show you what we can.”

He swatted my other hand away and pinched my chin before crushing me into a kiss that stole every last bit of breath from my body. I clutched his sides, holding on to him as he sank into my mouth. His tongue worked me into a stupor, my body a slave to his touch. I needed to stop this, to say no, to put an end to all of it. For my career, for my family name, for my propriety. Instead, I returned his kiss, my tongue battling with his in a dance that was a mix of warfare and passion.

Reaching down, he gripped my ass and lifted me. My shoes fell to the floor, and he swung me around and set me on the conference table. Snugging between my thighs, he bent and kissed to my neck, sucking and biting as I yanked his shirt from his pants and worked at the buttons. My panties were soaked and I needed him more than I’d ever needed anything.

He pulled at my top and I lifted my arms so he could pull it off. I wore a simple white bra. He nipped at my collarbone and reached behind me, unclasping the bra and stripping it from me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He palmed my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples.

I bit his bottom lip and wrapped my arms around his neck, needing another taste of his wicked mouth. Our tongues parried and thrusted, neither of us giving ground. I didn’t know if I wanted to master him or to be mastered; all I knew was I didn’t want to stop.

He broke the kiss and pushed me back to lean down and capture a nipple in his mouth. I moaned and clawed at his scalp as he bit down on my hard tip, his tongue licking across it until I whimpered. Moving to the other breast, he slid a hand up my skirt to my panties.

He groaned when his fingers grazed my wet center. Putting a hand at my throat, he eased me back until I was lying on the table. The simple pressure of his fingers around my neck kicked my heart into a faster beat, made even quicker by his possessive gaze. The chilly marble top failed to cool my skin. Kissing down my stomach, he gripped my hips and yanked me to the edge before flipping up my skirt and pulling my panties off.

He dropped to his knees and put his palms flat against the inside of my thighs, giving gentle pressure and spreading me wide. One of my feet rested on an arm of a conference chair and the other perched at the edge of the table. I was completely exposed, at his mercy, and it turned me on to an alarming degree.

“Fucking hell, Scarlett.” His voice sounded tortured.

I squirmed under his gaze, and then gasped when he licked me from entrance to clit with the broad velvet of his tongue.

“Kennedy!”

He fastened his mouth to me, his tongue licking along my folds and teasing at my clit.

I ran my nails across the surface of the table, but there was nothing to hold on to. Instead, I reached down and gripped his hair as he laved my pussy. He slid his hands up my thighs until they pressed against the sensitive skin along my bikini line. I met his gaze, his eyes locked on mine as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge of my release.