gasp every time he touched me there. He knew it. He knew all my sensitive spots. “What do you want to ask me?” he teased.
“Are you married?”
He jerked away, his hand pulling away from me. “What?”
“Married,” I managed to get out the word a second time. “Are you still married?”
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if he said yes. I was standing in my office naked from the waist down with my blouse hanging open. His pants were open with his hard cock jutting out. This was probably not the right time to broach the subject, but I had to know.
“No,” he answered. He held up his left hand. “No ring.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. You were married the last time I saw you.”
“We were divorced five years ago,” he said. “It was a mistake and we both knew it. I’m not married.”
“Are you engaged?”
“No.”
I studied him. I wanted to believe him, but damn, he’d burned me once before. “Are you seeing anyone seriously? Do you have a girlfriend?”
He smiled and put his hands on my hips. “No and no. There is no one else.”
His mouth returned to my neck. He could make me mindless with a few kisses. I believed he wasn’t married, and I believe he wasn’t engaged, but I did not believe he wasn’t seeing anyone else. I knew him too well to believe that. He was one of the most eligible bachelors in the state.
“Stop thinking about it,” he murmured against my neck. “There’s no one else. There’s just me and you and my cock that is on the verge of exploding. Touch me.”
I reached my hands into his hair and kissed him. I felt the possession in my own kiss. I didn’t know if it would scare him away. Last time we’d been close, my possessiveness had scared him off. I didn’t want that to happen again.
“No strings,” I whispered as my hand slipped between us.
“Just the way I like it,” he replied.
I should have probably been offended. I wasn’t. I didn’t want anything serious. I was happy to do this thing just the way we were. Convenient sex was very satisfying.
His finger slipped inside me. He pushed deep and I went up on my tippy toes. All thoughts of his previous marriage slipped my mind. It was all about the here and now. “That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s my girl. So wet. Do you want me?”
I nodded. “I do.”
He pulled his finger out and slowly turned me around. “Put your hands on the desk and spread your legs,” he ordered.
I sucked in a breath. I shouldn’t have been turned on by the words, but I was. I did what he asked, placing my hands flat on the desk with my legs slightly spread. I felt like I was about to be frisked. His hand traced over my backside and down my thigh. He stood close enough to me that I could feel his erection rubbing against my butt.
I wiggled my rump a little. “Stop stalling,” I said.
He laughed and squeezed my ass. “Patience.”
“I don’t have patience. I want you inside me.”
“Bossy, aren’t you?”
“Dammit, Nash!”
He moved his hand between my legs, and a moment later, he was ripping the small foiled packet and preparing himself to push inside me. He wasn’t gentle. It was one hard thrust to seat himself all the way to his balls. I arched my back and slapped a hand against the desk.
“Can you handle this?” he asked.
“Yes, do it. Move.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” he growled.
I moved my hips and clamped down on the cock pressed inside me. “Yes.”
He sucked in a breath. His hands went to my hips with his fingers digging into my flesh. “I’m going to fuck you until you are screaming for mercy.”
“Do it. I’m ready.”
He slapped his body against mine. The initial thrusts were sporadic, but once he found his groove, he rode me like a trained rider. My boobs bounced in the bra I still had on. They threatened to spill over. My hair hung in my face as my body slammed against the desk over and over.
“Don’t stop,” I groaned. “Oh god, don’t stop.”
He did exactly that. I cried out. “Shh,” he said and bent forward. The movement shifted his dick inside me and set off a series of electric spasms.
“Shit, that’s too much. Too good.”
He reached under me and fondled my breasts while he nibbled at the back of my neck. His chest pressed against my back. I