Page 23 of Turning Up the Heat

He watched her as she slid her fingers from her hips up her torso to the belt at the waist of the coat. Holding his breath, he watched her toy with the ends. She opened her coat and dropped it on the floor with a flourish, so that she stood before him in a sheer red lace bodysuit and those damn high boots. He’d been right. She looked downright indecent, but she was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“You make quite an entrance,” he told her as every drop of blood in his body traveled south to his dick.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“And I do.” His eyes were fixated on her, drawn in by the dark color of her nipples through the bodysuit. He wanted to taste them.

She shook her dark, wavy hair over her shoulder. “Thank god for that. It would have been pretty embarrassing if you had plans or something and you’d sent me away.”

“I would never send you away.”

“That’s reassuring.” She sat on his desk, and in a move more graceful than he could manage, without knocking anything off the desk she swung her legs over and swiveled so that she was now on his side, with her thighs spread to him. He almost swallowed his tongue when he saw that there was a slit of an opening over her pussy. The bodysuit was crotchless.

“Goddamn,” he murmured. He started to stand again—he needed to be between those smooth, tanned thighs—but she raised her leg, the bottom of her heeled boot landing on his sternum, stopping him.

“Did I tell you to stand?” she asked.

“You did not,” he said with a chuckle. “Is this your game? You’re a dominatrix now?”

“Not always,” she said. “But sometimes I like to call the shots.”

He nodded in approval. He normally wanted to be the one in control, but—“You know this is my office, right? I’m the boss here.” Gemma pouted, her cherry-red lips rounding in a disappointed expression. “But I can live with this. For tonight.” He looked her up and down, trying his best to put on a show that he wasn’t as affected by her as he was. He sat back down in the chair and held up his hands. “What do you want to do with me?”

“I’ll show you.”

While he was still seated, Gemma slid off his desk and straddled his thighs in his chair. Her pussy, exposed by the crotchless nature of the bodysuit, grazed against his already rock-hard dick. Whatever she wanted him to do, there was no doubt he would do it!

She kissed him with passion, no doubt smearing the red lipstick over his mouth. She shifted her hips, sliding against his dick again. Her heat transmitted through his pants, and he groaned. He grabbed her ass, gripping her, digging his fingers into her flesh. He pulled her in, tighter to him, and took her mouth in a kiss he’d been craving for almost two weeks, since he’d last seen her. Her scent, the taste of her tongue, the feel of her ass in his hands—he’d been starving for it all.

He pulled back from her to catch his breath. “God, you’re incredible.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She slithered from her place in his lap and knelt on the floor. Not taking her gaze from his eyes, she unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the button on his pants, and so slowly that he thought he might pass out, she dragged down his zipper, reached into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He raised his hips and helped her push his pants down over his thighs.

She leaned in and swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. She took it all in her hot, wet mouth, and as she enveloped him, he pushed his fingers into her hair, wrapping the tendrils around his fingers.

When she came up for air, he saw that she’d left her mark on him—that red lipstick covered his dick, and he almost came just looking at it. But not yet. She reached into the top of her boots and pulled out a condom. He breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you were prepared.”

“Always.” She took her rightful place, straddling his lap. When her pussy in her crotchless bodysuit slid along his dick again, he groaned and threw back his head, thinking he might explode right then and there. “You like that?” she asked with a grin. He didn’t have a chance to respond before she did it again. This time, the movement of her hips was slow, deliberate, dragging out the delicious torture. They both moaned in mutual pleasure.

He grasped her hips in desperation, stilling her. He nodded at the condom in her fingers. “You’d better hurry up with that thing,” he warned her.

“You got it,” she said, breathless with lust. She quickly removed the condom from the package and rolled the latex over his rigid length. Gritting his teeth, he took over, grasping himself and pulling her over him, entering her.

She cried out and arched her back, pushing her full breasts closer to his face. He tongued her nipple through the sheer material. Wanting more, he pulled the straps from her shoulders, removing the barrier between them.

He was close to exploding, but he needed to hang on for her. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait for long. Her movements became quicker, and her breathing more strained. Already, he was so attuned to Gemma that he knew she was coming. He pulled her closer and moved with her, bringing both of them to climax together.

As their movements quieted, he held her close and inhaled against her throat. Her scent filled his lungs, and he would trade it for oxygen any day. He maneuvered a hand between them and removed the condom, throwing it in the wastebasket under his desk, and pulled her closer again. He kissed her. Her lipstick was smeared over her face, and he was proud that he’d done that. Her makeup had marked them both. He wasn’t sure what had happened, when it had happened, but he had feelings for Gemma Rexford.

“Why don’t we leave? I’ll get you home.” Home. That’d be nice. He thought of Gemma being in his house every day. Jesus. What was happening to him? He didn’t fall for women so quickly, and here he was making wedding plans. He had to remember that Gemma was a hookup. That was it. He thought about the graph that he’d pushed into his drawer, the one about Rexford’s rapid rise and success. She might be a casual hookup, but she was an inconvenient one at that.

Several hours later, they were lying naked on the rug in front of Tom’s fireplace. One of the logs in the fire snapped, bringing Gemma from her pleasure-induced coma to look up at the man who’d wrapped his arms around her. He pulled the blanket that he’d used to cover them tighter, and she snuggled closer to his chest. She sighed against his skin. Despite every reason she shouldn’t be with him, this was bliss.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m great,” she said, and he saw her smile against the soft hair on his chest. “This is incredible.”

“It is. I’m glad you’re here,” he told her.

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