Page 58 of Silver Sanctuary
“Things have been so great between us, Nash.” She panted. “But we… Slow. There are things?—”
“I understand. Everything with Embrie… You want to protect her. So do I.”
“I know you do.” Lacy looped her arms around his neck, jumping so her legs wrapped around his waist. “We can’t do anything out here, though.” She nipped at the skin on his neck just below his ear. “Take me into the office.”
Nash apparently didn’t need to be told twice. His hands landed on her ass, holding her close to him like she was the most precious treasure in the world. But there was something about the way he swiftly carried her into the office—setting her down on her desk as he chucked her laptop over to the top of her filing cabinet—told her that her time being treated like a delicate wallflower was almost over.
“Come here,” he growled, his hands sliding around her waist as he moved her closer to the edge. His hands once again slid up under her shirt, palming her belly. “I love that you carried Embrie right here, Lace. I bet you looked incredible.”
She pushed the lie to the back of her mind. It was better that way—safer for Embrie.
“Did I say something wrong?” His question startled her, the sudden realization that he had backed up a step hitting her hard.
“No. No, I’m sorry. I got in my head. I want this, Nash. I want you. I need you to take away this ache you put inside me.”
“Just a taste, Lacy. Just a taste for right now, to stop me from starving. Now…” He stepped closer, his hands landing on her knees and pushing her legs apart so they wrapped around his body. Nash’s fingers traced up her thigh, her skin pebbling in a smoldering trail behind his touch.
The second he sank down onto his knees, her body trembled with need.
“Is this okay, wife?”
Yes.She wanted him so completely. Again, and again, for the rest of her life. For him to touch every inch of her skin—to never let her go. Lacy moved her right leg up to rest on Nash's shoulder, nearly melting at the way his eyes turned molten with desire.
“My husbandsaid he was hungry. Who am I to stop him?” Her other heel came up and rested on the arm of her office chair.
“Fuck, Lace,” he moaned. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?”
“Oh, I think you know exactly what to do…” Her fingers bunched upthe fabric of her skirt as his hands slid up her thighs, finding the lace of her thong and pulling it down, off her hips.
“Lift that fucking perfect ass of yours, baby. These panties are a second away from getting ripped off your body.”
“Nash! Don’t you dare. I love them and can’t afford new ones right now.”
“Fuck that.” Lacy’s breath stuck in her lungs as she felt the fabric tearing. “We’re engaged now. What’s mine is yours. If you didn’t pick up enough while you were out shopping with the girls, I’ll just have to buy you a hundred more. And then I won’t feel bad for ripping every single one off your beautiful body.”
“No. You don’t owe me?—”
Her gasp filled the office as his finger slid through her center.
“I owe you everything, Lacy. You’re mine to take care of. Now, and forever. I want this; I want you. So be a good girl and spread these pretty little thighs of yours farther apart so I can start my meal.”
Oh god.
Lacy’s fingers landed in Nash’s hair, pushing him closer to the place she wanted to feel him.
Nash chuckled, the vibrations sending shock waves through her body. “I’m not God, baby. But maybe, if I do things right, you’ll see heaven before I’m through with you.”
“Promises, promises,” she panted. Her teasing earned her a slap across the thigh, but the sting didn’t hurt. In fact, it sent pleasure racing through every nerve ending in her body from her toes to her fingertips. “Quit teasing me and give me what I want.”
He pressed a kiss to her thigh before she finally felt him settle where she needed him to be. The first swipe of his tongue, the first circle of her clit, had her bucking off the desk.
“More, Nash,” she begged. And boy did he deliver. Because as soon as he sucked on her clit, his finger began to massage her entrance. Slowly, so slowly she thought she might lose her mind, he inched that finger in more and more, until he was able to curve it and hit that sweet spot in her core that made her legs shake.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she panted.Oh fuck.The pressure was building inside her as he plunged in and out, matching the movement with the pressure of his now-flat tongue against her throbbing bud. Her orgasm built and built until her legs clamped down on Nash’s head, her fingers gripping onto the desk so tightly she was sure there would be fingernail marks in the wood. The second she tipped over the edge, there was an explosion of white and ringing in her ears so loud she thought she might never hear anything but her own heartbeat ever again.
“Fuck, Lace. You like that? You just flooded my fingers, baby.”
“Mm.” She ran her fingers through his hair and shoved his head back between her legs. His tongue swirled around her clit as aftershocks racked her blissed-out body. When she was well and truly as wobbly as an overcooked noodle, Lacy pushed his head away from her.
