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  The sound slid over her tongue and sizzled through her body. Rough, hard hands grasped her, holding on to her like he was afraid to ever let go.

  The taste of him went to her head. She wanted to consume him, devour him, make him hers for all time.

  Stupidest idea ever.

  This was just a meeting of the flesh, nothing more. They were both strung tight, both needing release. There was nothing more to it than the growing pressure of a biological need. She couldn’t let there be more to it than that.

  But if that was all this was going to be, then she was going to make the most of it.

  Bella freed her hands enough to shove his shirt up over his ribs. Her fingers slid beneath the tight fabric to splay across the hard male flesh of his back. Each of his hurried breaths expanded her hold. She could feel the power of his body flowing through him easily, without thought or effort. His heart pounded fast, telling her without words just how much their kiss was affecting him.

  It rocked her just as hard, stealing her breath and making her dizzy. She needed more of him—all he had to give.

  His knee forced her legs wider. His rock-hard thigh rubbed right against her clit, coaxing a gasp from her. The thin pants she wore were no protection from his strength and heat. Still, she needed to shed them and get as much of her skin against his as she could.

  She pulled up on his shirt. The sound of seams ripping filled the quiet space, fitting perfectly between their labored breathing.

  Victor moved just enough to pull the shirt over his head, giving Bella a clear view of his magnificent chest. She’d seen a lot of half-naked men in her life, but not one of them shook her the way he did.

  Lean, sculpted muscles were shadowed by the growing dawn flowing in through the office windows. A light dusting of blond hair warmed his skin and made him look more real. Perfection like his could have easily appeared plastic and fake, but the man hovering over her now was all taut flesh and hot blood.

  He reached for the vee of her scrub top, took hold and tore it open down the front.

  Bella gasped in surprise. Her bare breasts jiggled with the force of his act. His eyes fixed on her nipples, and they tightened in response to his scorching gaze.

  The slick heat of excitement eased from her pussy. She loved his lack of reserve, his desire, his strength. There wasn’t a single worry that he’d use it to give her anything but pleasure.

  “Leigh isn’t going to be happy that you’re tearing up her scrubs,” Bella said.

  “Don’t fucking care,” he growled. A dark stain of lust streaked across his cheeks. Those clear blue eyes of his were nearly black with want.

  His hands covered her breasts, palming them. She wasn’t overly busty, but they fit together so well, his hands seemed to be made for this task alone. Her nipples beaded up against his taut skin. His fingers dragged over the curve of her breasts until he was able to pluck at her nipples.

  Lightning bolts of sensation streaked down to her core, making her hips buck beneath him. She thought it couldn’t feel any better until he covered one nipple with his mouth. Hot, wet suction became the center of her world. Her whole body lit up until she was certain her skin was glowing.

  Victor lifted his head. His jaw clenched twice before he spoke. “Take off the pants, or they’re next.”

  “You first,” she shot back. “I want to see you naked. All of you.”

  “I warned you,” he said, then took the waistband in his hands and pulled hard.

  The front of the scrub pants split open. She didn’t have any clean panties with her, so she’d gone commando. Now that the pants were torn, there was nothing to cover her but the slick proof of her lust for him.

  Victor’s nostrils flared as he saw it. He grabbed both of her thighs right behind her knees and shoved them up, high and wide. A second later, his mouth was on her, licking and sucking. His tongue grazed her clit, and her whole body arched under the force of the pleasure he created.

  A low male groan of satisfaction rumbled between her legs as he slid his tongue inside her.

  Bella nearly came unglued. Her body zoomed straight to the edge of orgasm and stayed there. He kissed and licked and sucked on her sensitive flesh until each breath was a ragged plea for release.

  His hot hands gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Long, thick fingers slid inside her.

  “I love how wet you are for me, Bella. I’ll be able to fuck you as fast and hard as I like, sliding in nice and smooth.”

  The picture his words painted made her tremble. The tips of his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot that jerked a gasp from her.

  He worked that spot as he pressed on the small of her back, forcing her to arch more for him.

  “So pretty like this, on your knees.”

  The submissive posture should have bothered her, but she couldn’t bring herself to think about anything other than what his skilled fingers were doing inside of her. So good. Just a few strokes more and she was sure she could come.

  But he didn’t let her. He stopped before she reached that point and pulled his fingers away. The heat of his body disappeared, leaving her chilled. She pushed to her knees and looked over her shoulder to see where he’d gone. She found him standing behind her naked, opening a condom.

  The sight of his cock made her want to weep for joy. No way was he going to resist taking her with an erection like that. He was thick and hard, the veins bulging in time with his racing heart. She wasn’t going to have to wait to be filled up much longer.

  “Why didn’t you let me come?” she asked.

  “Because the first time I make you come, it’s going to be around my cock. I want to feel that tight little pussy quiver around me while I drive deep.”

  He certainly had the right equipment for that kind of operation. She’d had plenty of men in her life, but never one built like Victor. She was certain he could reach places no other man had ever gone before. She couldn’t wait to see what that was going to feel like.

  “Lie down,” she ordered. “I’m going to ride you until I get off.”

  “You don’t get to give the orders in this, honey. You’ll ride me if and only if I let you.”

  “You think you’re in charge?” she asked.

  “I think that if you want me to take you, you’ll lie down, spread your legs and ask nicely.”

  “Fuck you, Victor.”

  He stroked his erection. The open condom package sat on the desk next to him. He hadn’t rolled it on yet, and she could see the gleam of precome sliding along his length. “I will if you ask nicely.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  He shrugged. “I can get off just like this, enjoying the sight of your naked body and the sweet taste of your pussy on my tongue.” His fist stopped moving. “Or I can fuck you until you get off a few times. Let your pussy make me come rather than my own hand. It’s your call.”

  “Is this some kind of game?” she asked.

  “No game. I just want to make sure you understand that while you may be my boss, your authority over me ends once the clothes come off.”

  “I’m not some kind of submissive weakling you can push around.”

  “I know. If you were, my dick wouldn’t be hard right now. I like you just as you are. Claws, teeth and all. Now lie down, Bella. Show me you want my cock.”

  She’d never had anyone talk to her like that, and the things it made her feel were both potent and shameful. She liked the way he took charge, the way he didn’t back down, even if it meant sex was off the table. But mostly she liked the way he looked at her while he stroked his cock—like she was already his and was just waiting for her to realize it.

  Still, if she gave him too much control, he might think it would carry over into their working relationship, and that was something she couldn’t afford. No one could ever know about what they did he
re tonight, and if he treated her differently, everyone would know. Her employees were far too astute not to see it.

  She lowered her gaze and tried to look like she’d succumbed to his demands. She closed the space between them and slid her hand down his body until her fingers covered his. Each tight stroke moved her hand until she couldn’t stand not feeling his flesh against hers.

  Her grip slid over him, pushing until he let go. The steely heat of his cock nearly took her breath away. Even the soft, smooth skin covering him couldn’t diminish the power she held in the palm of her hand.

  The stuff of female fantasies everywhere.

  Victor’s head fell back. His throat moved to make room for a blissful groan to escape his chest. His thighs were braced as he leaned his weight against the receptionist’s desk.

  If only the woman who sat here knew just how fine an ass was perched on her desk, she’d never get any work done again for all the daydreaming she’d do.

  Bella kissed his chest as she worked him, each press of her lips drifting lower as she went. Finally, she made her way to the prize, bending over at the waist to take him into her mouth.

  Victor grabbed her hair and held her close, breathing hard as if to regain control over himself. She tasted a salty drop of precome and reveled in the fact that she’d pulled it from him.

  After a few seconds, his grip in her hair loosened, giving her free rein to do as she pleased. His fingers never strayed from her head, making her wonder if he was worried about losing control again.

  The taste of him went to her head. The smooth glide of slick, hot flesh on her tongue and lips was an erotic thrill she’d never experienced quite like this before. Her mouth watered for more until she was lost in the act, moving on him with abandon.

  His body tensed. She knew he was close to letting go and reveled in the knowledge that she’d brought him to that point.

  Just as she was sure he was going to come, he jerked her head away and took her to the floor in one smooth maneuver. His body was between her knees, holding them open. Cool air swirled over the wet skin between her thighs, accentuating the ache of need he’d created in her.

  The open condom went on in less than a second, and his cock surged inside of her, plunging all the way in a single, powerful stroke.

  Bella’s vision wavered in the midst of the acute pleasure and satisfaction he gave her. The emptiness was gone, and every nerve ending she had was cheering at the sensations rioting through her. So full. So good.

  Once he hit bottom he went still. They were joined more deeply than she’d ever been with anyone before, and while it was intense and thrilling, it wasn’t entirely comfortable. Her body wasn’t used to his length, but it sure as hell wanted to be.

  He kissed her face, returning every few second to her lips. “You hurt?”

  “Not even close. But if you don’t fuck me, I might hurt you.”

  His grin broke the tension riding his features. “I’m definitely going to do that. Once I can last more than three strokes.”

  “Have some control issues, do we?” she teased.

  “Not usually. But with you . . . it might be a problem.”

  “You should have made me come with your fingers.”

  “And you should have spread your legs and asked nicely for my cock. Guess we’re both going to be disappointed.”

  His erection jerked inside of her, and she nearly came right there. If not for the several deep breaths she took, she would have. “I kinda don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

  “Good thing I’m on top,” he said.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because if you were riding me, those sweet tits swaying, those curvy hips moving with every stroke, I would already be spent.”

  “You like being on top, don’t you?”

  “I like you knowing that this is separate from work. You can boss me around there all you like, issue me order after order, but when it comes to my cock inside you”—he slid out and right back in, seating himself to the hilt in a way that made Bella see stars—“I get to call the shots.”

  “If you think I’m going to lie back all passive and let you do what you want, you’re—” She didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence before he started to move. Once that happened, words no longer mattered. Whatever she’d been about to say was irrelevant. The only important thing going on was the way he stroked her, the way he filled her, stretched her, while grazing across her clit with each penetrating glide.

  After only a minute, she was already careening toward the edge. He rode her all the way to the shimmering precipice, then stopped.

  She stumbled back from the brink of orgasm, frustrated and dazed. “What the hell, Temple?” Her words lacked heat because she had to pant between every one of them.

  “You’ll come when I let you.”

  She wasn’t sure what kind of mind games he was playing, but there wasn’t enough brainpower left in her for her to figure it out or even question him further. As soon as she was safely away from her near orgasm experience, he began moving again.

  Each slow, measured movement made her want. Need. She could tell she wasn’t the only one riding that fine line. He was getting close, too. And each time he did, he froze until the tension passed and he was once again in control.

  She’d never seen anything like it. Never felt anything like it. Over and over he pulled her back from the edge until she was no longer sure he’d ever let her fall.

  He must have sensed her acceptance, because the moment she gave in to what he was doing, the very second she stopped trying to force his hand, everything changed.

  Victor shifted his position slightly, coming down so that her breasts were flat against his chest. His soft hairs tickled her nipples, adding yet another layer onto the web of intense sensations he spread over her.

  With each powerful move of his hips, her whole body shook. His mouth found hers, licking and sucking her lips between deep, scorching kisses.

  She wrapped her legs around him and held on for dear life. There was so much strength and grace to his movements, so much determination, she could hardly believe he was real.

  He kissed the edge of her ear, sucked the lobe into his mouth. When he spoke, his breath stroked her skin like a caress. “Are you ready to come now?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I’m ready to come.”

  “Not good enough, Bella. Ask me. Nicely.”

  She no longer cared about her role as his boss or whatever pride she might have to swallow later. Right now, her body was on fire and only he could free her from the exquisite torment. “Let me come, Victor. I need it. Please.”

  It was her plea that won him over. He let out a low growl of victory, then slid his arm beneath her hips and tilted them so every deep plunge of his cock hit that sweet spot. Her clit was swollen and throbbing—an easy target for a man as skilled as he was.

  Within seconds she was speeding back to the brink, only this time, he didn’t pull her back. He shoved her over, driving her right into the most powerful orgasm of her life. She was consumed by it, surrounded by it, filled by it. Her whole body was aflame, soaring out of control as he rode her right through the storm. She heard the sound of her own screams of completion, but didn’t care. The deep bellow of Victor’s pleasure joined the noise, melding perfectly.

  By the time it was over, she was blind, starved for oxygen and shaking uncontrollably. Her body was covered in sweat. Copious amounts of her own natural lube were spilling from her. Every muscle in her body shimmered with a kind of electric heat she’d never felt before. Even her brain felt different. Lighter. Singing with energy.

  She lay there on the floor with Victor’s body draped over her. He was shaking as hard as she was, panting like he’d just sprinted up a mountainside. Every few seconds his erection jerked insi
de of her, sending little frissons of orgasmic aftermath spinning through her.

  “Did I survive?” he asked against her neck. Her hair muffled his voice, but she heard him just fine.

  “Think so,” she said. “Unless we both died.”

  “Hell of a way to go.” He shifted just enough to pull out of her before the condom started to leak. Once that was done, he moved right back where he’d been, draped over her, pinning her down.

  “I should kick your ass, you know,” she said.

  “For what?”

  “Making me beg.”

  “You didn’t beg. Besides, you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that. You left a puddle on the carpet under your lovely ass.”

  She slapped his shoulder, but the blow lacked any force. She was too weak for that. Too shaken.

  He lifted his head, but she could tell it was a monumental effort. His eyes were still dark, but the ring of clear blue she was used to seeing was making its way home. “What? Not enough for you? Give me a second and I’ll make you come a few more times.”

  Her womb clenched at the idea, but the rest of her was still vibrating from his previous efforts. “I’m good. Except for the fact that you fucked my brains loose. It’s the only explanation for why I begged.”

  He laughed and rolled onto his back beside her. His hand splayed across her ribs, just below her breast, as if he couldn’t stand the idea of not being in contact with her.

  “You didn’t beg, Bella. Maybe I’ll make you beg next time, though, just so you can see the difference.”

  Reality intruded with bruising force, chilling her skin. “There’s not going to be a next time, honey. We can’t go making a habit of this.”

  “Twice is a habit?”

  “No, but three times is, and twice is way too close to three for my tastes.”

  He propped himself up on his elbow. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve never come that hard before. I’m going to want it again. So are you.”

  “You certainly don’t lack any confidence, do you?”