Page 282 of The Christmas Wife

His entire body goes solid. I feel the tension flow off of him. His muscles are so hard, I can feel every individual chest plane outlined against my back. His heart canters against my back, the speed so fast it echoes my own.

"Do you, Zara?" He releases me and steps back. "If you want me to stop use your safe word, now."

I squeeze my eyes shut. My knees feel like they’re going to turn to jelly. He’s giving me a choice, and that makes it so much worse. Because what I’m going to do now is only going to show me how reckless I am. How totally seduced I am by his touch, the feel of his skin on mine, his eyelashes brushing my cheek, the feel of his hard thighs gripping mine. The length of his cock stretching me, while his fingers probe that forbidden place between my arse cheeks.

"Zara, do you want me to stop?"

I shake my head.

"I need you to say it aloud, baby."

"I don’t want you to stop."

"Open your eyes and say it like you mean it."

Jerkhole.I snap open my eyelids and glower up at him from the corner of my eyes. "I want you to fuck me, you bastar?—"

He’s on me so fast, I gasp. He rolls up my skirt so it’s over my hips, then tears off my panties. A moan falls my lips. My pulse rate is so fast, it’s as if I’m competing in a sprint. "What if someone walks in?" I manage to get out.

He lowers his head until his gaze is on level with mine. "You’ll just have to come fast enough so they won’t catch us."

A tremor of heat coils in my underbelly. My pussy clenches, and my thigh muscles quiver.

"That turns you on, doesn’t it?" he growls.

"Of course, not."

"Oh?" He straightens, then kicks my legs apart. He shoves his fingers inside me—rough and hard and with no consideration for me, just how I like it. He pulls out his fingers and holds them in front of my face. The unmistakable white liquid stretching between his digits reveals just how turned on I am. "Your body never lies to me, baby." He thrusts them in my mouth. "Lick them clean for me."

I don’t need a second urging. I am a slut for punishment. That’s who I am at my most basic. God help me. I lick myself off his fingers, and a tremor grips his body. Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s excited. A calm descends, and my normal heart rhythm resumes. This is going to happen. I’m going to let this happen because I want it. Because he wants it, too. Because when we’re together, we’re as combustible as dry wood and fire.

He lowers his fingers. I hear the jingle of his belt, and another spurt of heat pumps through my veins. Then the blunt head of his cock teases my slit.

"I’m going to scream," I warn.

"I’m counting on it."

"Won’t be so good if the rest of your office listens to it."

"It’s soundproofed, baby."

I scowl. "How many women have you fucked in here before?"

He stills, then lowers his head again so he’s on eye level with me. "Jealous?"

"Not at all."

"Liar." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "And you’re the first woman I’ve taken on this desk."

My heart seems to open in my chest. A thrill of joy bursts through my veins. He straightens, grips my hips.

"The only woman I plan to fuck again and again on this surface."

"Wait, what? This is not happening agai?—"

I gasp as he pistons his hips forward and impales me. Oh god, that familiar thickness, the way my pussy expands around his girth; it hurts and yet, it’s also so very erotic.

He leans over and wraps my fingers about the edge of his desk. "Hold on."

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