Page 96 of Tempt Me Forever

Chapter Twenty-Five

Drake

Work had been my refugefor as long as I could remember. I'd stayed here this evening because I wanted to perfect the business plan for the second half of the year. I’d intended to go home just before Suze called. After hearing her news, I dove right back into work, hoping it would help me take my mind off her situation.

I frowned, thinking I'd heard the elevator ding. There was no one left in the office; I checked hours ago. Had someone forgotten something?

"Who is it?" I asked as soon as I heard the doors open.

"Guess who?" Kimberly singsonged.

She was here. I couldn't believe it. She looked like a vision walking through my door.

"You didn't tell me you were done with girls' night."

"I wanted to surprise you here."

Getting up as she walked over to my desk, I reached out, pulling her closer. I'd been wrong. I didn't need work after all—I neededher.

I kissed her without any restraint, then drew my mouth down to her jaw, kissing under her ear where she always applied perfume. I'd forever associate the smell of honey with her.

"I want you, Kimberly," I whispered against her skin as I kissed her shoulder. "I need you."

I meant that in more than a sexual way. I craved her nearness, feeling her heartbeat under my hand while I cupped her breasts. I wanted to feel her breath on my skin.

Being with Kimberly went beyond satisfying a sexual need. She completed me in ways I didn't think was possible. I'd never thought this existed. She felt like she'd always been a part of me. I couldn't even remember how it was to exist before her.

"Drake." She arched her back, and it was the only invitation I needed.

Grabbing the hem of her sweater, I pulled it over her head. I reached for the button of her jeans at the same time as she did. She smiled, tilting her head to one side. I waited for her to unzip her pants before tugging them down.

“Wait, let me get rid of these shoes or I’ll topple over.” She stepped out of her heels, giggling. I yanked her jeans out of the way before straightening up.

I reached for the clasp between the cups, undoing it. I loved it when she wore bras that opened in the front. I pushed her against the desk. She sat on it, thighs spread wide. I wanted her here on my desk so that every day when I walked in here, I had this image of her laid out for me, waiting for the pleasure I was about to give her.

I tilted forward, clasping my mouth around her nipple, rolling my tongue in a slow, lazy circle. I palmed her left breast, flattening my hand against it. The thrum of her heart coursed through me. She gasped, rocking back and forth, and I moved my tongue even faster.

"Oh God, Drake," she exclaimed.

I moved my mouth to her other breast and started the game again with slow, lazy licks before increasing the pace. I took my cues from her; the more she fidgeted, the slower I went. When she stilled completely, I knew it meant she was on edge, that she needed more.

"Pleaaaase."

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