Page 66 of The Games We Play
I didn’t just want to touch her.
I wanted to devour her.
Penny’s breath hitched again, her fingers tightening in my hair as I brushed my mouth against the inside of her thigh. She trembled under my lips, an involuntary shiver that made my cock ache behind the zipper of my jeans.
I kissed my way higher, taking my time even though every part of me burned to tear that lace aside and feast.
But she deserved the build-up. She deserved to be worshiped.
My hands slid under the backs of her thighs, lifting her just enough so I could hook my fingers into her panties and dragthem down. She responded like a good girl, lifting her hips for me. I pulled the lace down her legs, kissing her knees as I did, and then tossed them aside without a second glance.
She was spread wide for me now, dripping with need.
“Jesus, Penny,” I murmured, my voice rough with want. “You’re perfect.”
I leaned in and ran my tongue through her in a slow, deliberate stroke, groaning as her taste hit my tongue. She was everything I craved and everything I shouldn’t want this much.
Her thighs tensed around me, and she let out a strangled sound—half moan, half plea. Her hands clutched at my hair again, but not to push me away. No, she was guiding me, pulling me in deeper.
I gave her what she wanted, whatwewanted.
I circled her clit with my tongue, then sucked it between my lips, earning a gasp and a sharp jerk of her hips. She rolled against my mouth, already needy, already right on the edge. I could feel it in every tremble, every choked sound that spilled from her lips.
“You taste like heaven,” I growled, earning me a moan. “I could spend all fucking day right here.”
I pushed a finger inside her, slow and deep. In response, her head fell back with a sharp cry. Her walls clenched around me, so tight and wet, that my whole body tensed with restraint. I added another finger, curling just right as I kept my mouth on her clit, licking, sucking, driving her higher.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice raw, breathless. “Please, don’t stop.”
She rocked against my face, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other fisting the edge of the desk behind her. She was close—I could feel it,tasteit. Every moan grew louder, more urgent, her thighs trembling around my shoulders.
Then she shattered.
Her body arched, legs clamping tight around my head as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, loud and unfiltered, and I didn’t stop—just slowed enough to ride the waves with her, licking her through every pulse, every aftershock.
When she finally sagged back against the desk, chest rising and falling, flushed and breathless, I looked up at her.
Hair a mess. Lips parted. Eyes glassy with pleasure.
“Lunch break,” I said with a grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, “might need to be extended.”
She laughed—soft and spent—and reached for me, pulling me up by the front of my shirt.
“Your turn,” she whispered, eyes smoldering. “Close the door.”
My chest tightened at the look in her eyes. They were dark, hungry, and full of promise. Still catching her breath, flushed and glowing, Penny pulled me in like gravity.
I reached back and nudged the office door shut with a firm kick. The soft click of the latch felt final, like sealing ourselves off from the world.
By the time I turned back around, she was already sliding off the desk.
Her dress fell back down her thighs, only half-covering her, but she didn’t bother fixing it. Instead, she stepped into me, her hands already tugging at the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head with impatient fingers.
“You’re wearing too much,” she murmured, lips brushing my chest as she spoke.
“Fix it, then,” I growled, grabbing her waist and pressing her back against the desk.
She made quick work of my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping me while I groaned against her neck, trailing kisses from her collarbone to that perfect spot just behind her ear. My jeans hitthe floor, and my boxers followed, my cock springing free. I was hard, aching, ready for her.
