Page 30 of Triplet Babies
“I don’t want to wait.” The admission comes out breathlessly.
I reach her in two steps, pulling her into my arms and claiming her mouth in a kiss that’s hungrier than the one in the hallway. She responds immediately, winding her arms around my neck as she presses closer.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the edge of the conference table, then lift her onto the polished surface. She gasps at the cold wood against her skin but doesn’t protest when I step between her knees.
“Someone will hear us,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Then you’ll have to be quiet.” I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. “Can you do that for me?”
She nods, but her breathing is already unsteady, and I haven’t even really touched her yet.
I find the edge of her panties and trace the lace with one finger, enjoying the way she trembles at the light contact. She’s already wet for me, and the knowledge makes my blood race. “You’ve been thinking about this too,” I say, slipping one finger beneath the lace to find her slick heat.
“Yes.” The word comes out as a gasp when I find her clit and circle it slowly.
“What have you been thinking about?” I add a second finger, stroking her in the rhythm I learned last night makes her fall apart.
“Your hands.” She grips my shoulders, her head falling back as I work her with increasing pressure. “Your mouth. The way you made me feel.”
“How did I make you feel?”
“Like I was drowning in you.” Her voice breaks on the last word as I curl my fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her arch against me.
I increase the pace, watching her face as the pleasure builds. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s biting down on her lower lip to keep from crying out.
“Let go,” I whisper against her ear. “Come on my hand,lyubimaya.”
With a few more strokes, she jerks and presses hard against my palm as she shatters around my fingers with a muffled cry. She clenches her inner walls as the orgasm crashes through her while I work her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks fade.
When she can breathe normally again, she opens her eyes and looks at me with an expression that’s part satisfaction and part hunger. “Your turn.” She reaches for my belt.
“Sarah, we don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” She slides off the table and drops to her knees before I can protest further.
The sight of her kneeling in front of me, with her dress rumpled and her hair mussed from my hands, is almost enough to undo me completely. When she frees my cock from my pants and takes me in her mouth, I have to grip the edge of the table to stay upright.
She works my erection with the same focused intensity she brings to everything else, using her tongue and lips in ways that make me see stars. I thread my fingers through her hair, not to control her movements but to anchor myself as she takes me deeper.
“You’re going to kill me.” My voice is rough with need.
She pulls back to look up at me, her lips swollen and her eyes bright. “Good. You deserve it after what you just did to me.”
Before I can respond, she takes me in her mouth again, and rational thought becomes impossible. The combination of her wet heat and the risk of discovery has me racing toward the edge faster than I expected.
“I’m close,” I warn her, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she increases her pace, and when she hums around me, I lose all control. I come with a force that leaves me shaking, and she takes everything I give her without protest. When I’m finally spent, she releases me and rises gracefully to her feet.
“Better?” She smooths down her dress and tries to fix her hair.
“Much.” I tuck myself back into my pants and straighten my tie. “Now, I’m going to have trouble concentrating on work for the rest of the day.”
She laughs. “Good.”
I pull her close for another kiss. “Come to my suite at six. We can have dinner and continue this conversation properly.”
She looks intrigued. “What conversation?”
“The one about what happens next.”
