“You are. Being on your knees will make it easier.”

“I might have guessed you would say that.”

“Then next time, feel free to make that an assumption.” He grinned, more determined than ever that there would be a next time.

She knelt, her face inches from his crotch. After almost no hesitation, she placed her hands inside the waistband, then worked the material over his penis. “Oh!”

“Oh?”

“Your…uhm…”

“Cock? Dick?” He couldn’t hide his grin.

“Wow.”

He was hard and had been most of the time since he’d walked into her office and seen the look of shock on her face. Having her respond to him, then marking her conference room table, had made his erection painful. Now that he was free of the constraints of a somewhat civilized society, he desired her with need that bordered on savage. “On the bed or I will fuck you on the floor.”

She scrambled, but it wasn’t fast enough for him.

Rafe grabbed her upper arms, pulled her up, then turned her away from him and bent her over the bed, forcing her breasts into the mattress. “I’m out of patience.”

“Good.”

Her face was buried in the sheet, and the word was muffled, but he’d take bets he hadn’t misheard her. “On your toes. Push your ass toward me.”

“Yes!”

So she didn’t get away, he dug the fingers of his left hand into the flesh near her hipbone. With the other hand, he dragged open the drawer in his nightstand and fished out a condom.

He pressed his knees against her thighs while he sheathed himself, then he reached between her legs to squeeze her cunt. She cried out, coming all over him. “That was hot.” He spread her buttocks, then used his grip to lift her higher so that he could slide his dick into her. “Put your arms over your head. Stretch them as far as you can.”

“Fuck, Rafe…”

Even though she was wet for him, the angle and his size made her pussy tight, the entry difficult.

He had to control himself and slow down.

“I want…”

He did, too. Rafe slipped in and out, short, easy movements until she accommodated his length. When he was seated, he stopped.

“Do me! Fuck me, Rafe. Do it. Please!”

“I love it when you use manners. So sexy.” He leaned over, fed the words into her ear, and she bucked beneath him. Once he was in control of his emotions, he began to move inside her, this time pulling almost all the way out before easing back in.

“Oh, God.” She formed her hands into fists.

He stroked her clit, forcing her to writhe. The fact that he had so much power over her went to his head faster than the finest bourbon.

She climaxed, her internal muscles clenching around him. He tightened his jaw to stave off his ejaculation.

When it was over, her body went limp on the bed.

He bent his knees to move inside her. He dug one hand into her hair, then worked his free arm between the mattress and her so that he could hold her in place.

After a few moments while she recovered her energy, she moved with him. When he was sure she was turned on again, he jerked his hips harder. Her body bounced with her responses, and she murmured his name.

“That’s it.” When he was unable to wait any longer, he came inside her. “Goddamn.” For him, this was about more than sex. She filled a place that he hadn’t known was empty.

He loosened his grip on her hair, and she laid her head down but didn’t try to move away from him.

As the final shudders went down his spine, he stroked the sides of her breasts. She made some tiny, unintelligible sounds.

When he was aware of time and place again, he knew her legs had to be tired. The whole time, she’d been on her tiptoes. He had more appreciation for her than any other woman he’d been with. Everything he’d offered, she’d accepted, with unadulterated desire.

He pulled out, then helped her onto the bed. Saying nothing, she curled on her side. Rafe left the room long enough to dispose of the condom before joining her. She didn’t seem to be asleep, nor was she awake.

After grabbing the bedding, he crawled onto the bed beside her, curled his body around hers in some sort of caveman-like protection, then covered them both.