the desk like a leopard circling its prey, holding my gaze the entire time. My heart catches in my throat. My sex clenches in anticipation. I go to stand, but Gabriel holds his hand out.
“Stay,” he commands.
I stay.
He places his hands on the arms of my chair and bends over to kiss me. The kiss is tender. Sweet. He pushes, and the chair rolls backward until it bumps against the window. I glance over my shoulder, and the whole city sprawls out behind me, and even though I know I am perfectly safe, having a set of wheels near such a steep drop still makes my heart patter nervously.
Gabriel guides my mouth back to his and deepens this kiss. His tongue traces over my bottom lip, and I widen for him. He begins a languid exploration of my mouth, and one of his hands starts to roam over my body, squeezing my breasts before trailing down my stomach and over my thighs, and finally to my bare calves. His fingers leave fire in their wake.
Gabriel traces a finger up the inside of my leg and dips it under my skirt to skim along my naked thigh. I desperately want him to continue this exploration, to reach all the way up to my sex. He doesn’t. He removes his hand and breaks the kiss.
I open my eyes and watch as Gabriel lowers to his knees. He must read the question on my face as he grins and yanks my ass to the edge of the chair, then scrunches the skirt up over my hips.
Gabriel lowers his mouth to my now-bare thighs, and I let out a low moan.
“Are you distracted yet?” he asks between kisses.
“Nope,” I lie. “I’m still very, very tense and upset.”
He chuckles, and the sensation of it vibrates over my skin. I feel so exposed here, with the city wide open behind me and my skirt around my waist. But that only adds a level of excitement to the already erotic sight of Gabriel kneeling between my legs, his lips hovering teasingly over my panties.
He kisses me through the fabric. His breath is hot, his touch soft. I moan and let my head fall back, vibrating with my need for more. Gabriel obliges, pressing harder against me. He kisses my left thigh, then my right, and then starts to peel my panties over my legs. When he tosses them to the floor, he reaches up to grab my chin, forcing my head down so our eyes meet as he runs his tongue between my cleft.
I lose myself in the pleasure and Gabriel’s swirling, dark irises. He adjusts my legs so they are over his shoulders and then proceeds to lick and suck at an almost lazy pace. My body thrums with electricity.
I tangle my fingers in his silky hair and forget all time and space. I forget that I’m in my office, that it’s the middle of the day, that at any moment my receptionist could buzz in and announce the arrival of any number of people whose only intent would be to ruin my day. Ruby Flint, Felicity Huffman, Kevin Lynch…Those names fly out of the window because the only name my brain has space for is Gabriel Bellucci. He is the only thing that matters. His lips, his tongue, the nibble of his teeth.
Gabriel is an expert when it comes to bringing me to orgasm, and it isn’t long before I feel that molten awareness sizzle up from my belly. He looks up at me, a challenge in his eyes. If his mouth wasn’t on me, Gabriel would be commanding me to come. And I would, because obeying Gabriel is its own special release.
His tongue swirls faster. He moans against me, and the sensation makes me throw my head back in ecstasy. I feel it build and build and build and then...
“Oh God!” I hiss as my body ripples. For a second, the entire fabric of reality ripples too. I squeeze my eyes closed as sweet serenity floods my veins and relieves my senses of any last shreds of thought. Now there is no more Gabriel, no more anything. Utter darkness.
And when my thoughts come sashaying back in, I open my eyes and look down at Gabriel, who has sat back on his heels and is staring at me appreciatively.
“Well,” he says. “I suppose we should both be getting back to work.”
“Yes.” I clear my throat. “Work...is a thing. That I do.”