Page 433 of Small Town Firsts
“Her loss is my gain.”
The leopard print, ankle-length skirt swished behind me as he carried me back into the main part of the office. Eventually, this space would be the front office and Preston’s space would be at the back, but we had more sheetrocking to do and he was impatient to open.
He set me on his desk, shoving the blotter, phone, and files aside to make room.
I went for his belt, and he did the same for mine. We were both laughing and tripping over each other’s fingers until we finally both switched to undoing our own.
He pushed his shirt over my shoulders, then bent his head to my breast, sucking my nipple through the sheer fabric. I raked my nails along his scalp to cup the back of his head.
He slipped his hand under my skirt and hissed out a breath as he peered up at me. “No panties, Miss Moon?”
“Oops.”
“Oops?You drove over here?—”
“Walked.”
His nostrils flared as his cock got even harder against my thigh. “You walked over here sans panties and bra?”
I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded.
He kicked his chair out of the way. It rolled over and banged into the bookcase full of his old law school books.
Damn, I loved when he got all growly and intense.
He crouched before me, bunching up the frothy fabric of the skirt an inch at a time. “This thing is practically see-through.”
“Is that right?”
“Fuck.” He dragged his nose along the inside of my thigh. “Were you thinking about this? Will I find you wet and ready for me?”
I swung my legs a little, gripping the edge of his desk. “Maybe.”
“Part your legs, Miss Moon.”
I transferred one hand between my thighs to stabilize myself. “Like that?”
“Don’t block my view.”
I slipped my hand closer to my pussy. “Should I tell you if I’m wet?”
His hands clamped on each of my knees, widening me even farther. “Yes.”
I dragged my palm over my center and hissed out a breath. Wet didn’t cover it. Even with just a few kisses, I was definitely ready to go.
Because his dark eyes were near-black with lust, I dragged my fingers through the slickness waiting there.
“Let me taste.” His voice was hoarse.
I lifted my hand to his mouth and he sucked my two middle fingers, his tongue scraping every last bit of me away.
I let out a shaky breath and drew my wet fingers out of his mouth to cup my breast. I leaned back a bit and hooked one knee over his shoulder. “More?”
“Everything.” He pulled me closer, stretching me so he could get to every part of me. I arched my back and cried out his name as he twirled that clever tongue around my clit before closing his mouth around me to invade.
Fingers, tongue, breath—he used every tool he had but one.
By the time he was done with me, I’d slumped onto my back and the heels of my boots had taken a chunk out of his desk. I was a quivering shell of my former self. Breathing was optional, but a very self-satisfied male was grinning from between my legs.
