Page 57 of The Spark Between Us

“This is my office. Normal, regular, plain. No window. Don’t care. It has files and a computer and a desk and a chair, as you can see. The best thing is it has a door we can close,” I yammered in a desperate spree of words while I pulled him toward me and fused our mouths together.

His mouth was hot, desperate. And I wanted to feel his lips work their magic on every part of me.

“You give a good tour, beautiful.” His voice was rough but sweet.

Braden lifted me like I weighed nothing, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, right at the level where his hard length found the perfect spot. He spun us around and perched me against my desk.

He dragged his lips against mine until I wanted to beg for more. “Braden...”

His hands teased the skin at my waist, pushing my sensible blue sweater up and out of the way. Unwinding my arms from his neck, I leaned back on the desk, pulling him with me.

Braden pushed my sweater higher as he hovered over me, his mouth closing on one of my breasts, kissing it and working the nipple through the silk fabric of my bra. I heard myself moan and worked my hands down his sculpted abs until I reached the waistband of his jeans.

I undid the belt and the top button before he unzipped himself the rest of the way until his erection sprang free, ready for my greedy hand. I ran my fingers lightly over the head and wrapped my hand around the length, starting to stroke as he groaned through his kisses.

“You’re going to kill me with those hands.” He threw his head back and closed his eyes.

Good.

I wanted him to feel the same loss of control I did when he grazed my skin.

Then his mouth was on mine again, and our kisses felt bottomless. He was right there with me, his tongue sliding along my jaw and nipping at the skin before trailing a row of kisses down my bare stomach.

My body shivered as he moved lower, sliding my pants over my hips. I’d worn a pair of black skinny jeans, and there was enough give in the fabric that he didn’t need to unbutton them.

I swear, it never crossed my mind how grateful I’d be to stretchy fibers.

Braden reached for the wallet in his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He tore at the wrapper and rolled it over his thick length before teasing my entrance.

“Fuck, I want to spend an hour making you ache for me...”

“You’re doing that already...” I was panting, so ready.

He smirked. “I can do better...” He teased me with light brushes that made me ache for him. “Patience...”

He enjoyed torturing me a little too much.

I decided to turn the tables. I leaned toward his ear and whispered. “You know, a place like this has security cameras everywhere. Even in here.”

His eyes widened and he froze. “Shit.”

“What, not an exhibitionist?” I teased, batting my lashes at him. He cast me a side-eye, and I winked so he’d know I was messing with him.

“You will pay for that,” he warned, his smirk returning.

I nodded. “Quit torturing me and give it to me, fireman.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. On one glorious thrust, he filled me. On the next one, he went deeper, and my toes curled.

This was what I’d been craving all week long. Everything about our bodies together just worked. His hips circled, and mine responded.

Wrapping my legs around his back, I pulled him closer, feeling every thrust and wanting more.

His kisses melted my lips with their heat. He shivered as my hands slid luxuriously over his abs and I scraped lightly with my nails.

Then my back began to arch as I felt the build between my legs. I wanted to hold onto the feeling, savor it, but there was no controlling anything anymore. As pulses of light built and burst, blinding my body with their explosion, I felt Braden riding his own wave over the crest and heard him whisper my name on a curse.

My hand clamped over his mouth before someone at the lab thought our nuclear secrets were under attack and shot Braden on sight.

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