Page 99 of You've Got Male

Without letting him respond, which would have been ahell yes, she took his hand and led him through the crowd. They reached the back office and she rested back against the closed door.

“What do you need?” he asked.

He heard the lock engage, and when he turned there was a look in her eyes that made his dick twitch.

“I need to get lucky,” she said. “We don’t have long so this will have to be quick.”

Heart strumming deep in his chest, he stalked toward her like she was prey. “Sunshine, there’s nothing quick about it. It’s going to be slow and long and so hard you’ll collapse while screaming out my name.”

“Screaming might attract attention and I don’t want attention. I just want you.”

“Just you and me?” he asked roughly.

“Just you and me.”

She was killing him.

“Then I change my mind.”

“What?” she whispered, uncertainty quivering in her voice.

“I don’t want this hard. I want to worship you with my hands”—he cupped her cheek—“my tongue”—he gave her a long, languid kiss—“and my mouth,” he whispered against her earlobe and felt her shiver. “I want to show you how you deserve to be cherished.” He kissed down her jawline until they were eye to eye. “And I want to show you I’m the guy who can do that.”

Her gaze never left his, but he could tell his statement scared her.

She swallowed. “What do you want from me?”

“Whatever you have to give.”

“Even if I don’t know what I can commit to yet?”

“I’d rather have ten minutes a week with you than nothing at all.”

She licked her lips. “Okay.”

That tension that had been pressing down between his shoulders released, and he let out a big breath. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now kiss me.”

“I’m going to do more than that.”

It took point-one seconds for him to get his mouth on hers. As promised, he kept it languid and light, one kiss bleeding into the other until he didn’t have a clue as to how much time had passed. All he knew was that when she wrapped her arms around himand pressed that soft body against his he felt like he’d finally come home.

“I like soft but right now I want hard and consuming.”

“Let the consuming commence.”

Jonah gripped her hips and walked her backward until she bumped into the edge of the desk. She put her hands on the ledge as if to boost herself up but he stopped her.

Instead, he spun her so she was pressed with her stomach to the desk and her ass nestled against his dick. “You want hard, then lift up that pretty dress of yours.”

Her answer was to bend over the desk and look at him over her shoulder, which was sexy as hell. Always one to pull his weight, Jonah slid his hands up her thighs, under the hem of her dress, over her globes, until her ass was uncovered and all that was between them was a thin strap of—you guessed it—blue lace.

He ran his thumbs beneath the waistband and debated how he wanted to handle this. “We said ‘Paint the town blue,’ so the lace stays on.” That didn’t mean he wanted them all the way on. Oh no, his little seductress wanted to get dirty, so dirty he’d give.

He pulled the thong down to her ankles, and when she went to step out of them he stopped her. “Leave them there.”

She didn’t move. “Good girl. Now widen your stance until the lace is biting into your skin a little.”

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