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The hunger I’d managed to suppress came out full force as I pressed my mouth more fully to hers. I wanted more, deeper, harder. I wanted to lick into every corner of her mouth and suck her pleasure from her lips.

I capitalized on the small gasp she let out when I gave her lower lip a sharp nip with my teeth. My arms moved to the soft skin of her back. I pressed my hard cock into her soft stomach as I remembered walking behind her earlier in the evening, watching the dip of her spine and the flesh of her hips play peekaboo beneath the black satin.

Lost in the kiss, I sucked her lower lip into my mouth hard enough that I drew the first raspy moan from her throat. My tongue tangled with hers, surging forward to fuck her mouth the way I wanted to fuck her body with my cock.

We pressed into each other, getting as close as possible. I never wanted this to stop. But I’d kept this long-held fantasy at bay all these weeks, but now, it raced to the forefront of my mind, and I couldn’t ignore it.

I tore my mouth from hers, leaning down to press our foreheads together. I refused to move any further away than the parting of our lips, wanting not a millimeter of space between us.

Drawing one hand from her back, I slid it over the roundness of her hip and to the front of her body while I pressed my other hand against her hot core. Fuck, I couldn’t tell if she was wearing any panties, but I wanted to find out right then.

“Every goddamn day in my office, I think about tasting this delicious pussy.” I punctuated my words by sliding my middle finger to the cleft of her lower lips and pushing the satin between them.

Shit, no panties. The answering heat and wetness as I gently stuffed the fine fabric between her folds had me salivating.

“Every time you stand in front of my desk giving one of your very thorough reports, I want to pull you across it and spread your legs for my tongue. Can I do that?” I enunciated the words against her lips—each word its own caress with my mouth.

I leaned back slightly to nod at the small functional desk that mirrored the one I had in my room. I wanted to sit in that too-small chair and pretend we were back at Appeal with the whole fifth floor outside the door.

“Yesss.” Abbie drew out the word like she was drunk. It gratified me that she, too, hadn’t had anything to drink with dinner, even though I had thought nothing of it at the time. But in this moment, it meant that the pleasure in her voice was all due to the potency of our desire for each other.

Briefly letting go of her body, I guided her over to the little desk. I took a seat in the utterly uncomfortable chair and slid it back to allow Abbie to lean against the desk. Instead of sitting up on it like I expected, I saw she was worrying her hands together.

Bringing the chair closer with my feet so that my knees pressed against hers, I sought to reassure her if she’d changed her mind. Hell, I’d settle just for holding her in my arms tonight, surrounded by her warm coconut scent.

“Sweetheart, we don’t have to do this.” I kept my tone gentle and calm, hoping to put her at ease.

She didn’t look at me as she said, “No. I think I want to. I mean, I do want to.” Before I could say anything, she continued. “It’s just that I’ve never… you know, been able…”

“To come from oral sex before?” I couldn’t tell if it made it better or worse for her if I voiced the words on her behalf, but I hated the idea of being uncomfortable. “But do you like it?”

Now she looked at me, a bit of pleading in her eyes. “I think I would like it withyou. But before, I’m not sure. Maybe I was thinking too much? What if I can’t?” She was still whispering.

I moved in closer to press my mouth against the curve of her belly. I adored all the peaks and valleys of her body; her innate femininity and softness made me the moth to her flame. I thought maybe it would be easier for her to tell me what she wanted if she didn’t have to look me in the eye.

Pressing kisses to the area near her belly button, I reveled in the heat of my mouth dampening the fabric of her dress, leaving any part of me against her skin that she could feel.

I lowered my voice and asked, “Do you want to try?”

“Do you want to try?”he asked. Despite the heat simmering between us, he still sounded calm and confident. Aiden looked up at me, appearing truly content to wait for me to gather my thoughts.

Using his hands to stroke the skin of my inner thighs, his touch sparked pinpricks of pleasure in its wake.

I wasn’t sure if I’d enjoy it, but all of Aiden’s touches felt different from any I’d felt before. Maybe oral would feel different too?

“If you don’t like it, we’ll stop,” he said as if he’d read my mind. “I could spend all night devouring these.”

Sliding his hands from my thighs and up my body until he reached the neckline of my dress, he brought the top down until it settled at my waist. Aiden brought himself closer to me and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his hands returning to cup my breasts. At my exhalation of surprise, he began licking its sensitive underside, alternating between slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue and quicker flicks against its peak.

My pelvic muscles tightened and released with his teasing motions. I was sure I’d never felt this aroused. He wouldn’t think less of me if I couldn’t orgasm from oral sex as he truly seemed to derive so much pleasure from my responses.

“Yes, Aiden. I want to.”

To my surprise, he didn’t immediately switch gears from my chest. He continued his ministrations with his mouth until the nipple he was focused on felt hot and achy. However, he didn’t ignore the other nipple, occasionally tugging it with his forefinger and thumb while the rest of his hand cupped my breast.

At some point, I moved my hands to hold the sides of his head. They were currently buried in his thick, dark hair. Tightening my fingers slightly on the strands, he took the cue and pulled off my tender bud.

His full lips were slightly swollen from drawing the pleasure from my skin. His hungry gaze took in the redness left by his lips and the scruff of his five-o’clock shadow.

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