He chuckled, his face already against her neck. “I know.”
She reached behind him and slapped the horizontal blinds on the slot window closed. “I cannot believe that you would—”
“I have thought about this for three years,” Cash whispered near Rox’s ear, and she went shock-still. He grabbed her ass with one hand but kept the other wrapped around her waist. “Every day that we leaned on this desk to look over those damn contracts and curse about them, I wanted to bend you over it and bury myself in you.”
Three years? “Cash!”
“I have wanted to see that luscious ass of yours in the air.” He gathered her skirt, lifting it, and slid his hand over her butt. The new lingerie left most of her buttcheeks bare, and Cash palmed her flesh. He groaned, “Oh, God, Rox.”
Rox glanced at the wide windows streaming across the two walls, but the glass was silvered on the outside. No one should be able to see in.
Should.
She grinned.
Cash whirled her around, pulling her across the office, but her knees shook when she tried to follow him. One of her heels caught on the carpeting, and she stumbled.
He was there, his arms around her. Cash picked her up, his hands behind her knees, and carried her to the desk. He set her on the edge and leaned between her legs, his arms braced around her on the desk, and kissed her.
When he broke off for air, she whispered, “You were serious?”
He grabbed her butt again and glanced down at her body. “Absolutely.”
“I mean, every day? For three years?”
He backed up for a second and looked her in the eyes. “I have never been so serious in my life.”
Rox blinked for a moment, finding it hard to breathe, and reached out to touch his face on the side without the bandage. “But you never—”
Instead of the kinky fun that had twinkled in his emerald eyes just a moment ago as he told her that he was going to screw her on his desk, a deep desperation made him look haunted.
She didn’t have time to try to say anything else before he grabbed her, threading his fingers into her hair and crushing her to him, his mouth devouring hers. He was shoving at her clothes, bunching her skirt up around her waist and fumbling with the buttons on her blouse.
Rox wiggled, wrenching her arms behind herself and peeling her suit jacket off in back of her. It slithered over the far edge of the desk and landed on the floor. Cash’s breath was rough in her ear as he ran his teeth over the tendons of her neck and, pulling her blouse aside, on her shoulder.
He grabbed her, yanking her closer to himself, one arm tight around her waist but the other hand on her breast, thumbing her nipple through her blouse and the thin silk of her bra, as he locked his mouth over hers again. His tongue pushed into her mouth, rubbing along hers, as his hand caressed lower. He groped her ass again, pushing her sex against the hard rod of his erection. Rox made a sound deep in her throat, something near a moan, as his hardness pressed her clit.
Cash growled.
Rox pushed off the desk behind her and grabbed his belt, unbuckling him and unhooking his suit pants.
He pulled her suit skirt up farther around her waist and dragged at her panties. He stole a quick glance at the pale blue silk and lace. His fist tightened on the lace on the side, and she thought he was going to rip them off of her for a moment but he yanked them out from under her butt and down her legs.
His zipper jumped out from between Rox’s fingertips, and it took two tries for her to catch it. She unzipped him and pushed at his underwear. His cock sprang out, hard and pointing toward his navel on his flat, rippled stomach. A bead of moisture leaked at the top. Rox shoved him back with one hand. He arched, surprised, and she crunched forward and licked it off. A hint of salt on her tongue and the faint scent of earthy musk from his body thrilled through her, and she grabbed one of his belt loops to pull him closer.
Cash sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. His green eyes narrowed, and he watched her as his fingers dipped lower.
Rox closed her eyes and dropped her head back, each swipe of his fingers over her folds and nub sending shivers up her body. His fingers were gentle at first, finding her slippery center and sliding the moisture on her skin, then firmed as she bit her lip. Her core started to tighten, and she whimpered.
He pressed his hand flat against her, covering her, and massaged her folds all the way from her tip to her ass, overwhelming her.
She gasped, “Cash, please. Oh, please.”
His fingers opened, and the tip of him pushed inside her.
Her fingers still clutched his belt loop, and she jerked him toward her, sliding him deep into her.
He gulped air and crushed her against his body, straining to push himself farther inside. Rox grabbed the edge of the desk, dragged her body a few inches closer, and wrapped her legs around him.