Page 214 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

She nods, while I grip the hem of her top so I can remove it. Sliding it from her body, I drop it on my desk behind her, sending her luscious hair cascading down her back. The feminine color of her bra is quite the contrast to the dark skirt, knee-high Dr. Martens, and black top but I sense this woman is full of contrasts if I take the time to get to know her properly—something I want to do with an urge I’ve not felt before.

I unclasp her bra with one hand and make quick work of removing it, releasing her gorgeous tits straight into my waiting mouth. I suck as much of her flesh as I can and flick her nipple with my tongue while I roll the other one between my fingers. Her body shivers and she moans, raking her short nails through my hair and sending fire licking through my veins.

Her hands scrabble for my T-shirt and she clumsily drags it up my body. Reluctantly, I tear my mouth away and grab the back of the collar to remove it, then squeeze her tits together and bury my face between them, rubbing my stubble-covered jaw across her soft, plump flesh. Her hands grip my hair as she moans. “That feels so good.”

I agree.

It feels so good that if I don’t slow down, this is going to be over before we start and I don’t want that. The last time she had sex before me would have been when she was a teen, for fuck’s sake. I’m assuming the guy she was with was a kid, too. I want to show her the difference between being with a kid and a man, which won’t happen if I lose it too soon.

I pepper feather-light kisses on her lips and pull away, so I can see her face properly. Her lids peel open slowly, revealing her lust-drunk gaze. Slipping my fingers through her silky hair, I secure it behind her ear, watching how her breath catches when I brush the sensitive spot there and the way her pulse flutters as I trace the column of her throat with the back of my hand. Her lips are puffy from our kisses and her eyes study me as intently as I’m studying her. She’s so damn beautiful. It’s a miracle I’ve kept my hands to myself this long.

“What do you want me to do to you, Shortcake?” I whisper.

I watch as she swallows. “Everything,” she murmurs confidently.

Sixteen

Sophie

So this is happening.

Finally.

I have no clue what’s changed for him, but I’m not about to question the turnabout. He kisses me like he’s as desperate for me as I am for him and finally, someone wants me as much as I want them. If he stops this time, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him and I’ll definitely have to find another job, but I don’t care.

I want this.

I’ve wanted it for weeks.

His warm mouth closes around my peaked nipple while his fingers tweak and pinch the other. It feels incredible. Pushing further into him, I slide my fingers into his messy hair to anchor myself. When my legs shake with lust, I climb onto his lap for support, tossing my head back when his sharp bite sends electricity shooting through my muscles.

Thick fingers caress my left thigh, and he rudely pulls his mouth away from my boob. “These thighs of yours have been torturing me all day, Shortcake.” His fingers move higher, tracing my tattoo, then glide across to the front panel of my panties. “Every glimpse of your tattoo was pure torture.” He rubs my pussy with the back of his hand, making me squirm. “I felt like a teenager, waiting for you to bend over or sit, so I could steal another glance.” My eyebrows shoot up because he did a damn good job of hiding all of this from me.

He flicks up my pleated miniskirt, exposing my panties to him, then grips my waist and positions me on the edge of his desk, rolling himself closer. He uses his big hands to push open my thighs and his heated gaze drops to my panties, which I’m certain are soaked. If I weren’t so turned on right now and desperate for his touch, I would be embarrassed, but the lust filling the space between us suggests he enjoys how wet I am.

His eyes flick up to mine. “Is that all for me?”

Mmm, his voice has grown deeper, more gravelly.

I bite my bottom lip, suddenly shy. Dragging the backs of his knuckles over the wet patch, he licks his lips, then dips his head and presses his nose into the fabric, rubbing my clit with infuriatingly feather-light circles that tease me and drive me crazy at the same time. Leaning back on my hands, I tilt up my hips, but he pulls away and pushes my butt flush with the desk.

“Lincoln,” I moan in frustration, digging my fingers into his hair to pull him back to me.

A dark chuckle gusts past his lips. “You in a hurry, Shortcake?”

Guilt that I should be in a hurry to get home to James slides down my spine, but I push it away. He’ll be asleep by now, so there’s no need to hurry Lincoln along. I shake my head. “No. I just want you to make me feel good.”

“Oh, I plan to make you feel fucking amazing.” His lips tip up in a lazy smirk and he winks at me before tucking his fingers into each side of my panties. “Lift.” I follow his command, and he slides the cotton down my legs, scraping his nails along my flesh, and over my boots until they’re free. “These hot as fuck boots are staying on and so is that skirt. I’ve had images of bending you over my desk all day.”

My pussy throbs at the image he paints, and I’m certain I’ll leave a wet patch on his desk. “God, I want that so much.” He drives me crazy with his words.

Lincoln lowers his head with a wicked grin and then his lips touch my knee in a tender kiss. He makes his way up my thigh, kissing my leg until his mouth is in line with my private space. His hand grazes my other thigh, and he uses his fingers to separate my lips. A groan rumbles from deep within and with his eyes locked on the prize, he moves in, pressing my thighs further apart with his broad shoulders.

The first swipe of his tongue sends my head spinning, and the second has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Delicate passes over my soft, swollen lips.

He licks my heated flesh, sending my blood racing through my veins to the point it’s all I can hear. My heart pounds a heady rhythm that threatens to escape my ribs. When he moves his fingers so he can hold me open with one hand, then slips a long digit inside me, my hips buck. His hot tongue works over my clit in increasingly tight circles and I feel his lips tip into a smile against me when I grip his hair, holding him to me because I might die if he stops.

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