Page 20 of One Hot Moment

She sags against me as I thrust my tongue between her lips. When we had kissed before, we both held back. I know we did. But here, today, I can't rein in my lust for her any longer. I ravish her mouth with wild swipes of my tongue, starved for the flavor of her, desperate to take her body completely. Her tongue tangles with mine just as wildly as I'm devouring her. With my eyes closed, I can't see her expression. But I can hear every hungry little noise she makes, and she must feel the hard length of my erection pressed into her belly.

"Don't stop," she murmurs against my lips. "Fuck me, Spencer. Here in your office. Oh, God, please do it on your desk."

A guttural groan reverberates in my throat.

I shove a hand under her arse, and she latches her legs around my waist. Then I stand up, scuffling backward, unwilling to stop kissing her even while I try to find the desk behind me. Tabitha flails one leg out to sweep everything off my desk. I can't see that, but the waterfall of papers that I hear tumbling to the floor assures me she succeeded in her task.

A final thump lets me know she pushed my nameplate off the desk too.

The only thing on that surface now is my computer.

I clumsily turn around and set her arse on the desk's edge. She reaches for my belt buckle, clearly intent on pulling my dick out, but I push her hand away. If this woman touches my cock, our shag will be over before I've even thrust into her luscious body. We're both grunting like wild baboons. Who gives a toss? This is the sort of uninhibited sex I've always wanted to experience.

Tabitha hikes up her skirt, giving me a fantastic view of the hairs between her slender thighs.

I fumble about in my trouser pocket until I finally excavate a condom packet. Tabitha takes my earlobe into her mouth, teasing me with her velvety tongue, while I struggle to get the condom on. When I succeed at last, the deepest groan I've ever released rushes out of me.

Thank heaven I stuffed a condom into my pocket this morning. I must have had a subconscious premonition I'd need one.

I draw my hips back, thrusting into her hard and deep.

She throws her head back and lashes her legs around me.

I pump into her in a regular rhythm, exhaling with every inward lunge and sucking in a breath as I pull out almost all the way. Sweat dribbles down my temples. The scent of her cream inundates my senses. I would love to taste her, but not right now. To feel her body wrapped around my cock feels so fucking incredible that I can't think about anything else. Tabitha shouts my name. The only word I can manage to shout is "fuck."

The desk begins to thump and creak.

I lay her down on her back, grasp the other side of the desk, and piston into her with so much force that I think the desk might crack apart.

"Oh, God, Spencer, don't stop."

Couldn't if I wanted to. Can't speak either. I feel the orgasm rising inside me, but I need her to come first. So, I lever myself up with one arm, then thrust my hand between her folds, rubbing them mercilessly.

Her climax explodes as she lets out a hoarse cry. Her body folds in on itself while her inner muscles clench me again and again, and I can't hold out for one more second. I punch into her several more times, then freeze as rapid-fire spasms take hold, and the pleasure pushes a hoarse cry out of me. After one last thrust, I'm done.

Tabitha lies sprawled beneath me. Her legs are askew, her gaze is glossy, and she seems rather dazed in a good way. Am I that incredible at sex? I've never been accused of being a bad lover, but neither have I experienced this sort of reaction when I shag a woman. Her pupils are enlarged. Her lids drift shut, and her lips fall open, a sure sign of intense sexual pleasure.

I still can't move. My arms are starting to quiver. And my cock remains buried inside her.

Tabitha aims a slightly dazed smile at me. "Holy shit, Spencer. I had no idea you'd be a wild animal." Her lazy smile broadens. "I love it."

"To be honest, I've never shagged a woman like that before. You inspire me to do barmy things, and I'm starting to believe that's a good thing."

"It definitely is." She lifts one arm to grasp my tie, sliding her fingers up and down, up and down. "Next time, I need to see you naked."

"Next time? You want another go, then. Not right now, obviously. Only a superhero could have another go so soon after the best shag in history."

Her soft, throaty laughter makes me want to kiss her. "You do realize you're still inside me."

"Not sure I can convince myself to move."

My desk phone rings.

Tabitha snatches up the handset and offers it to me.

Does she actually expect me to engage in coherent conversation while she lies there satiated and delectable with my cock still inside her? The woman is insane.

But through the phone speaker, I hear someone call out, "Spencer? Are you there?"

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