against her hamstrings.
“Can you get up on this?” he groaned against her mouth. “I can’t lift you.”
Typical of the Bradfords, everything was the best of the best, and even though she was a healthy weight, the table didn’t care in the slightest as she hopped up on it.
Edward’s hands pushed her skirt higher and higher as he kissed her even more deeply. And then he worked his way between her thighs, his fingers trailing up her blouse and stripping off the Armani jacket she had on. She was the one who took her hair out of its chignon.
Buttons came loose under his deft fingers, and then her breasts were exposed, the lace cups of her bra getting pushed aside as he bent down and got her even hotter. Letting herself go, she fell back on the slick conference table and he followed, staying with her, covering her with his body.
His hands swept up and cupped her breasts as his hips rolled against her, stroking her with an erection that was so hard, so distinct, she didn’t know whether he’d taken his pants off. Her skirt didn’t last long, Edward taking advantage as she arched up to his mouth to release the back fastening and do away with it.
Her stockings followed suit.
And then her panties.
And then his mouth left her breasts … and went other places.
The orgasm was so strong, her head knocked into the hard table, but she didn’t care. Throwing her palms out, they squeaked against polished wood as she called his name freely.
There was no one to know.
Nobody to hear.
And after stitching herself up at corporate headquarters all day long, after resolutely shutting down the worried daughter she was for the professional she wanted and needed to be at the office … after denying her feelings for Edward for so long … she wasn’t going to hold anything back.
“Oh, God … look at you …”
As she heard him talk, she lifted her head. He was staring at her, his eyes full of lust, his hands locking on her breasts.
And then, as if he knew exactly what she wanted, he reared up and went for the fly of his khakis.
Reaching out, she went for his shirt, her hands fumbling with—
“No, no, that has to stay on.”
She wanted to argue. But then she felt the blunt head of his stroking at her … and then penetrating.
Sutton cried out again and then Edward was on her, the sex fast and furious, the driving thrusts threatening to slide her down the table. Locking her legs around his lower body, she held them together.
She hated the shirt he’d left on. Hated the reason for it. Wanted him to be as free as she was.
But she would take what he gave her. And knew better than to ask for any more.
Soon, Edward’s orgasm was as loud as hers had been, the harsh sounds of his breath in her ear, his curses, the gritted way he said her name, helping her find another release.
It seemed like forever and not nearly long enough before he was still.
And it was then she was reminded for the first time since he took her hand and brought her to the business center … that he wasn’t as strong as he had once been.
As he collapsed against her, he did not weigh very much, and his breath was ragged for quite some time.
Unlatching her legs, she wrapped her arms around him and held him as she closed her eyes.
And it felt like the most natural thing in the world to open her heart even as she kept her mouth shut: As good as this had been, there was an unmistakable stolen quality to it, and sooner or later, she was going to have to put her defenses back on along with her clothes—
He whispered something in her ear that she didn’t catch.
“What?” she said.
“Nothing.”
Edward stopped her from asking again by kissing her some more. And then he was moving inside of her, his erection still hard, his hips still strong, his need still for her.
For some reason, her eyes watered. “Why does this feel like you’re saying good-bye?”
“Shhhh …” he said before kissing her again.
THIRTY-THREE
“My car has never broken down like this. Like, ever.”
As Beth spoke to Mack, the rain started to fall, the drops hitting the back of his suit jacket as he popped the hood and looked into the hissing engine.
“It’s all right,” he said. “These things happen. So listen, make my day … and tell me that