Page 26 of Vicious Redemption

Tia gasps, her muscles tightening as her fingers comb into my hair, and she tugs lightly even as she deepens our kiss.

It feels so good to touch her. To reconnect with her physically.

It’s not just the passion of making up after a fight.

This is Tia and me walking through the fire so we can meld our souls together.

“Please don’t hate me,” Tia breathes against my lips.

“I could never hate you,” I assure her, reclaiming her mouth with more insistence.

This precious woman in my arms is the best part of me. She makes me want to be a better man. And nothing she could do will change that. Because her heart is so good. I could forgive her anything.

It’s not her fault who her family is. They’re just lucky she’s so loyal. Only Tia could make me reconsider my path of destruction. And for her, I find I would do almost anything.

Her touch is addictive; her kiss is a drug that sets my body on fire. And though I have a lot to accomplish before my responsibilities are done, I don’t care.

Bending, I scoop one arm beneath her hips and spin her, shoving aside the items on my desk so I can set her on its surface. Tia gasps, our lips separating as her ass finds the cool mahogany beneath her. A breathless smile breaks across her face.

Wrapping her fingers around the collar of my shirt, she pulls me to her with gusto. I step forward, spreading her knees as I take her face with both hands. Her brown eyes find mine, a passion in them that makes me yearn to touch her. To find that deeper connection I feel every time I’m with her.

Leaning in, I consume her lips with greed.

She kisses me back just as hungrily, her tongue darting between my teeth.

Grasping her jean-clad hips, I pull her to the edge of the desk so I can grind forward against her. Tia whimpers, the sound making my cock throb to life.

“God, you’re fucking irresistible,” I groan.

She nips my lower lip in response, and her legs wrap around my hips, her ankles hooking behind me. “Come to bed?” she breathes, kissing me sweetly in an effort to entice me.

Not that I need any encouragement.

But I shake my head.

Tia draws back, her brows pressing into a worried frown, but before she can get too far into her head, I grasp the back of her neck and growl, “I intend to have you right here on my desk.”

A violent shiver ripples through Tia, and her lips part in a sensual gasp. Then she’s shoving my suit jacket over my shoulders, silently commanding me to take it off. I shrug out of it, tossing it aside without a care.

Tia’s nails graze my throat as she grabs my tie, loosening it with a determined tug. At the same time, she pulls me forward to kiss me like our lives depend on it.

Sliding my hands beneath her shirt, I guide the soft fabric up her body. She lets me strip her willingly, raising her arms over her head as I remove her blouse in one fluid motion. She’s so trim and soft, the modest swells of her breasts rising with each breath as I admire her delicate lace-wrapped skin.

I pause to revel in her beauty for a moment, captivated by her effortless perfection. And when I look up, she’s watching me with fire burning in her eyes. Planting my hands on either side of her hips, I lean in to claim her lips once again. As soon as they meet in a searing kiss, she grasps the front of my shirt and rips it open. Buttons ping across the room.

I growl, my cock pressing adamantly against my zipper now. I fucking love this fiery side of her. It turns me on like nobody’s business. And even if my wife can be a stubborn, rebellious pain in the ass, when it comes down to it, I’d rather have this bold, fierce goddess than a meek, simpering girl who won’t fight for what she believes in.

Tia guides myshirt back over my shoulders, and I toss the ruined fabric aside. Then I wrap one arm around her waist. With the other, I reach behind her to sweep my desk clean.

“Leo!” she gasps, looking at the mess of papers and office supplies that litter the floor. Then, a breathy laugh of surprise bubbles up past her lips.

“What?” I ask playfully, leaning in to press kisses to the soft skin of her neck.

Tia groans appreciatively, tipping her head as she leans back on her palms, granting me better access. Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra and slide the thin straps down her arms. Then my fingers go to work on the button of her jeans.

Stealing one last searing kiss, I place my palm over her heart, and my body throbs to feel its frantic rhythm. It doesn’t matter what’s been said or done. Tia’s body will always tell me the truth, and the erratic flutter of her pulse confirms she wants me as much as I want her.

Pressing gently against her chest, I break our kiss as I lie her back across my desk. And Christ, she looks beautiful with her milky skin against the dark wood, her back arched, her taut nipples on display.

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