Page 23 of Relentless Pursuit

“Because I also know how good it will be.” Raising his hand, he glided his finger along her slit, barely touching her, but alerting every erogenous zone in her system. “I’ve tried to do the right thing and leave you alone, but that’s not working for either of us.”

“Oh,” she moaned when he traced his finger along her entrance, spreading her arousal.

“Is this all for me?” He turned her around so she was straddling him. “Have you been thinking about me?”

“Yes,” she whispered as she moved over his impressive erection. “More than thinking.”

“Do you like to touch yourself?”

“Only when I’m thinking about you.”

“Good answer.” He reached up and placed his hands on either side of her head, twisting them in her hair, pulling her face to his. “I think it’s time we correct something.”

“What’s that?” Her lips twitched when his warm breath fluttered across them.

“I haven’t kissed you yet.” He licked his lips. “May I kiss you?”

“You’re asking?” That seemed ironic.

“Good point.” He moved his lips across hers. “You’ve thrown me off balance.”

“Shake-ups can be a good thing.”

“Agreed.”

She draped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and waited for the stolen kiss she’d thought about too many times. Would it live up to her expectations? Before she had time to think about anything else, his mouth was on hers, eager, hot, and in control. It was better than she had imagined, because tonight it was real. His taste, his scent, the fierceness of the hold he already had over her. He had her total surrender in a matter of seconds.

She slid her hand down to the buttons of his shirt, breaking away from his mouth so she could kiss his neck, and she made quick work of the buttons. He reached for her hands, gripping her wrists, halting her actions as he sought out her lips again. Sitting up on her knees, she dropped back down, being sure to connect with his obvious excitement. When he groaned into her mouth, she became more encouraged. She repeated her motions several times, grinding into him as she swiveled her hips. Her skirt lifted and rested on her waist, the bareness of her lower half created a much needed friction.

Tightening the grasp on her hair, he rocked his hips forward. Her thighs tensed as he held her close for a few seconds, no longer moving, leaving her in a state of limbo.

“Please,” she whispered. “I can beg.”

“Not tonight.”

She shook her head, suppressing the urge to scream.

“We need to stop this.”

“No.” She stiffened, resting her head on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. “You can’t keep changing your mind. I can’t keep doing this.”

“I couldn’t change my mind if I tried.” He rubbed her back in long, slow strokes. “It’s far too late for that.”

“Then what are we doing?”

He scooted her off his lap, adjusted his pants, and walked to a large filing cabinet.

She pulled down her skirt and smoothed out her hair.

“I want this, but you may not when you see this.”

“What is it?” she asked.

He came over and sat on the sofa across from the desk. She joined him, taking the papers he offered her.

“My requirements.”

“Oh.” He still wanted... Of course.Don’t lose sight of why you’re here.

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