lights, and went out the front door.
"Alone at last." His grin was wicked. He shoved off the doorframe, turned off the lights, and strode toward her with only the dim hall light at his back.
"What are you up to?" Was it possible to swallow your own tongue? In his predatory gait, he drew closer, and her heart pumped. How did he do this every time?
He tossed his coat on a chair and rounded her desk, setting his hands on her hips until her ass met the edge. "I told you I had a fantasy about you and this desk."
She forced an exhale. "You can't mean--"
"I do mean." His head dipped closer and he kissed his way up her neck to her ear. He inhaled deep and groaned. His hands slowly worked up her skirt, until the material bunched at her waist.
Oh, God. That??as too good--his hands parting her thighs and callused thumbs rubbing over her flesh. "Someone will see." Her head fell back. She held him to her, contradicting her argument, and shivered.
"The lights are off, the doors are locked, and my men are outside guarding the building. No one will see." He unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open, revealing her white bra. Cupping her breasts, he licked his way from her collarbone to suck at her nipple through the lace.
She couldn't think when he was touching her. He set her on fire. Embers that never cooled. By no means had things ever grown boring or routine between them. Each time they crashed together, it was more explosive than the last.
"Reach behind you and swipe the stuff off your desk."
Panting, she turned her head to look at her perfect order. Neat piles and everything in its rightful place. She couldn't. No??ut, ah. He latched onto the other breast.
He eased her panties past her knees, grinning against her damp nipple through the bra, then yanked the cups down, thrusting her breasts out for his viewing. "Come on, baby. Swipe the desk. You know you want to."
She moaned when he cupped her heat, pressing his palm to her mound, and continuing the assault on her senses by kissing her neck. His fingers flicked over her clit, spreading the wetness and wrenching another moan from her chest.
Insanely needing his skin against hers, the drugging heat and more of his scent, she gripped the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head. She paused to admire the ridges of muscle, skimming her fingertips over the dips and peaks, relishing the power when he sucked in a breath at her exploration.
"I love your body, Noah." She swirled her finger around his navel.
His mouth crushed hers, his tongue pushing past her lips to mate with hers. Desperate. Demanding. The edge of reason. Stepping between her legs, he grabbed her backside, spread her cheeks and ground his erection against her core, sending her into orbit.
"Do it, Raven. Swipe the desk. I'll lay you out and pound into you. You'll come so hard--"
She flung her arm back, sending everything atop her desk crashing to the floor.
He wasted no time. He unzipped his jeans, shoving them to his thighs to free his erection. She reached for him, stroking the soft skin over his hard shaft as he lifted her onto the desk. He grabbed her wrists, pinned them behind her back, and thrust deep.
Ah, God. Yes. So, so full. She could feel every inch of him gliding against her walls. Hot and hard.
She tried to ease back onto the desk and lay across the top, but he held her wrists firm. Her spine bowed, the top of her head nearly against the wood and body arched off the surface, rooting him deeper. He pulled out, until only his tip remained inside. The withdrawal was too much. She needed??he needed??/p>
"Noah, please."
"Is this what you want, baby?" Using her bound arms as leverage, he brought her down onto his shaft at the same time his hips jutted forward.
They collided. Hard. His pelvis ground into her clit. His thick cock shoved deep. Every nerve ending charged and fractured. She moaned. Begged. As if fueled by her response alone, he repeated the motion, faster, harder.
And she came in a blinding rush of wet heat, clenching around him to hold him inside, desperate to keep him there. Her muscles quaked. The air wheezed from her lungs.
"You're mine." His voice was raw and strangled, as if each word was torn out. "Never get enough of you. Never."
Cursing under his breath, he continued