Page 57 of Red Hot Harmony

The next words that left me felt strange on my tongue. “I missed you. I can’t stop thinking about you...about Saturday.”About your body. About fucking you. About the sexy sounds you make when I’m fucking you.

“I missed you too.” One side of her lips moved upward. A half smile. Crooked and wonderful like a crescent moon.

“You did?” I put my hand behind my back and found the door lock, then took the liberty of snapping it into place.

She saw me doing it but didn’t comment. Her eyes only roved over my body, wide and hungry and full of desire.

My cock had a mind of its own. It was pulsing with need now, straining against my jeans, wanting to be freed.

“I did. Yes,” Camille whispered, her voice tremulous.

Was it uncertainty or something else?

The air inside the room became tense as she moved, gradually eliminating the space between us. For a fraction of a second, I felt it surging through me like an electrical charge—the foreshadowing of a touch, acutely arousing in my anticipation alone.

I palmed her cheeks, leaned in, brushed my lips across hers, which parted slightly, inviting my tongue in.

There was a hitch in her breath and a shift of her body. She was suddenly pressed against my chest, my stomach, my thighs. All those seductive curves filling the grooves of my own frame, almost as if she wanted to melt into me.

It was a mistake.

I knew it the second our mouths found each other.

Hot, unrelenting need washed through me. I was losing control of my own reflexes and didn’t notice how exactly my hands ended up cupping her ass, which was tight and nicely shaped and just the right size to fit against the curl of my greedy palms. Perhaps one day she’d let me fuck it.

My thoughts went all over the place. For someone with a fried brain, they were kinky and colorful and plentiful.

She came up for air and pulled back just a bit, her green eyes staring up at me through her lashes. But the break only lasted a second.

Then her hand was wiggling its way underneath my shirt, her fingers brushing across my abdomen.

“I don’t understand this,” she mumbled against my mouth.

“Which part?” I laughed softly.

“The part about me not being able to concentrate on anything when you’re around.”

“How about you just concentrate on me for now,” I offered, kissing her.

“Mmm.”

Our words became moans. Small and absolutely indecent, considering the setting, and it only made me want to be naughty with her more.

Next thing I knew, we were moving across the room in the general direction of the desk. I lifted her up and heard things being shoved out of the way. Her computer was moved, papers shuffled, and pens rolled, some dropping to the floor since coordination wasn’t something either of us cared about at the moment. Well, coordination that didn’t include me getting my cock in her.

And fuck, yes, it was happening.

Her legs parted and wrapped around my hips, pulling me close.

I fumbled with my belt. Luckily, my jeans cooperated, falling down to my knees along with my boxers.

“I never do this,” Camille murmured against the side of my face while I worked around her underwear, which was quite the daring piece of lace that didn’t hide much. Her dress, all bright colors and flowers, pooled on the desk around her thighs and whispered against my hands as they made hasty preparations for what promised to be most glorious office fuck ever.

“I won’t tell,” I rasped out, dragging her panties to the side.

The urgency and the danger of being discovered only added spice to the whole situation, but this—for multiple reasons, one being that I was fucking horny as hell—needed to happen fast.

So it did.

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