Page 54 of The Woman in the Garage

“I told myself I wouldn’t show up until it was time for our monthly meeting,” he said.

“But here you are.”

“But here I am,” he agreed, his gooey eyes moving over me. “You gonna invite me in?”

“Oh, right. Yeah. Of course,” I said, moving out of the way so he could pass.

I closed and locked the door out of habit before making my way back over toward my desk. “Why did you tell yourself not to show up until our appointment?”

“Because I, yet again, forgot to get your number. And I was worried I was moving into creep territory by showing up without an invitation.”

“For the record, it wasn’t creepy.”

“So you’re telling me I wasted two weeks of not doing this,” he said, reaching out, grabbing me by the back of my neck, and pulling me flush against him. “When I could have been doing it?”

Then his lips were on mine, muffling my little whimper as the need spread through me instantly, nearly breathtaking in its intensity.

I sank against him, my arms going around his neck as his slid down my back, sinking into my ass, dragging me against him and making it abundantly clear that I wasn’t the only one who’d been thinking of just this moment since the last time we’d been together.

Santo’s hands were quick to slip under my skirt, to tease over my ass, to sink in and squeeze.

His tongue toyed with mine as he turned me, backing me up against the desk, then reaching for the backs of my thighs.

Following the silent instruction, I let my ass land on the desk. Pressing against my knees, he waited for them to part for him before stepping between.

His hands framed my face for a moment, and the feeling of being not just desired but cherished spread through me, sending my heart somersaulting through my chest, begging for just as much acknowledgment as the desire curling tight in my core.

But then his hands were moving down the sides of my neck over my bare arms, then across to close over my breasts.

A needy little whimper escaped me, and I could feel Santo’s lips curve into a smile against mine for a moment.

Then he was kissing me harder, deeper as his hands squeezed. When desire had my nipples hardening, his thumbs moved around them in slow circles.

My legs rose, slipping and hooking around Santo’s hips, my heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer until he was pressed tightly against me—his hard length right against my aching need.

My hips rocked, trying to get the friction my body was screaming for.

Santo pulled against my hold, getting a grumble out of me that had a sexy little chuckle moving through him.

“Be a good girl and lie back,” he demanded, his lips against my ear, making a shiver work its way down my spine.

I never moved so fast in my life.

I didn’t know what he had planned for me, but I knew I wanted whatever it was.

Santo stood there gazing down at me for a moment, his fingers absentmindedly stroking up and down the sides of my thighs.

Anticipation sizzled across my skin as he started to inch up my skirt until he had it around my waist.

Then, gaze holding mine, he lowered down to my knee. His lips pressed just inside of it, making little butterflies flutter in my belly.

He was making his way upward then, his lips kissing, his tongue teasing, his stubble scraping in a deliciously scandalous way. I knew that when I looked later, I would find the burn of it still bright against my pale skin.

Santo’s tongue teased out, tracing the line of my panties where it met my thigh.

My hips were already wiggling, the memory of his lips on me throwing kindling on the fire of my desire.

When he shifted, though, he didn’t pull my panties to the side but sought out my clit through the material—licking, sucking, teasing.

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