Page 49 of The Seal's Promise

“I needed another shower after I had the most realistic dream last night.”

“Oh, who was in your dream?” she asked, and held her breath.

His hand reached out and he stroked his thumb up along her jaw, making her mouth go dry.

“You.”

Then she pushed up on her tiptoes and gripped his shirt to pull his mouth down on hers. They were a collision of needs; one hand gripped her hip pulling her into him and the other held her face as he brought his mouth down over hers. His lips were full and demanding, and she wanted to taste more of him.

“Brooke,” he breathed her name against her open mouth before he sucked on her lower lip.

A groan escaped as she hiked one leg up his thigh. He caught it, and in one swift movement, he picked her up by her bottom and had her legs wrapped around his waist, kicking her small office door closed before pushing her against the wall.

“I told myself not to touch you before tonight, but it’s like you’re a magnet.”

“We need to set some ground rules,” she said as she rocked her hips over him and felt the thick bulge waiting for her.

“Maybe Wednesdays are the one day we have no boundaries—maybe it’s the forbidden part that is driving this need,” he suggested as his hand swooped under her shirt and his thumb rubbed over the thin fabric of her bralette across her hard nipple that seemed to tighten more.

“Okay, but we can’t get caught at work.”

“No, we won’t get caught. I’ll make sure of that.” With her propped against the wall, he took his one free hand and slid it between them to cup between her legs, where she was throbbing for his touch.

She tightened her legs that were wrapped around his back.

“Please, don’t stop,” she begged.

“You’re the boss.” His mouth was on her neck and he pulled his hand back just enough to slip it down her loose scrub pants, tracing the top line of her panties before pushing his hand beneath them. When his rough thumb found her clit, she bucked.

“Is that what you want?”

She nodded and gripped him closer. “Yes, I want you.”

“I’m going to take my time with you later, but until then…” He shifted his hand so his thumb still pressed and flicked her swollen bud, but now his index finger sank inside her wet folds.

“Look how wet you are for me. You want me as much as I need you.” He pressed his hips up so his thick need for her pushed against her bottom where she was balanced on top of him.

“I want you more.” The words felt strained as she spoke them. Her need was mounting as his finger stroked just outside her entrance, teasing her. She bucked closer, taking him in just a little and groaning for more.

“I see that, but don’t mistake my discipline to wait for not being desperate to be inside you.” And with that he pushed his finger inside all the way.

She gasped and ground down, meeting his finger thrust and losing her breath. Sparks shattered behind her eyes as the first wave of pleasure broke over her.

“Dalton, more,” she begged.

His thumb circled and pressed her clit as his finger began to slowly pull out before plunging back inside her in a steady rhythm.

“I will give you more, and everything you need,” he promised. His mouth lingered on her throat before kissing her and capturing her scream of release as he made her come in record time while he held her.

Her breathing was fast as she slowly returned from her orgasm and heat flooded her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, you didn’t get to…”

His smile was wicked. “First rule: never be sorry when I get to give you pleasure. If you think I won’t get pleasure from reliving this moment over and over in my mind, you’re crazy.” He kissed her and slid his hand along her swollen, slick lips, causing her to buck again. “Mmm, and I will spend the rest of the day thinking about exactly how good you feel when you’re wet and ready for me.”

Next he squeezed her bottom with both hands and pressed her up against the wall. His hard length was ready.

“Maybe we should break that rule about work,” she said, still wanting more of him.

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