And right now she wanted that kiss. She rose onto her tiptoes to meet his lips halfway.
Imagination had nothing on the real thing.
At first touch, electricity ignited through her body, crackling along her skin and
making the hair on her arms tingle. She wasn’t sure, but she thought the recessed
lights above flicked. Wow, it was like Mardi Gras in her mouth.
She gasped and his tongue swept in, effectively driving every sane thought from her
head as an unbearable sweetness coated her tongue. No wonder Demetria hadn’t wanted
to share the wine from the golden bottle; it made the red she and Creed had been drinking
taste like vinegar.
A euphoric haze stole through her mind, lighting every nerve in her body. It was as
if Tor had morphed into one of those Hindu gods with all those arms. His hands were
everywhere, God bless him, fondling her breasts, stroking her back, and massaging
her butt, seemingly all at the same time.
She gripped his ass and pulled him against her. When that wasn’t satisfying enough,
she attempted a leg wrap, but the confining material of her skirt halted her vigorous
attack, snapping her leg back down. Damn her sensible work clothes.
Tor broke their kiss and twisted, smashing the emergency stop button with his fist. The elevator lurched to a halt, throwing Nikki against him.
His fingers pulled at the pins in her hair and loosened the tight bun. She gave a
little shake of her head, sending the straight tresses cascading over her shoulders.
Next, Tor’s exploration moved to the buttons of her jacket, pulling until it fell
open to expose her clinging camisole to his touch. Cool air from the vent swept around
her but was instantly warmed by the heat of his body.
She knew she should stop this—they were making out in the company elevator. There might even be security cameras in here. But then he kissed her and all coherent
thoughts of propriety and modesty evaporated like a fog on a warm summer morning.
She couldn't care less right now if this moment ended up on YouTube tomorrow. Maybe
she'd become an internet sensation: How To Screw Your Boss Into Delirium. Totally
worth it.
His hands glided up her waist, over her breasts, and along her shoulders to push the
jacket off. The coat dropped to the floor, and she gave it a quick kick into the corner.
His lips found hers again, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She threaded her fingers
through the strands of his thick hair, relishing the silkiness.
His sensual attack traveled downward, along her neck and collarbone. Moist kisses
were followed by the tickle of breath brushing against her sensitive skin. He traced
the top of her green camisole with his fingertips.
“I’ve always wondered what you hid under those proper jackets.” His finger hooked
he thin strap and pulled it over her shoulder to expose one of the bright-green lace
cups of her push-up bra. “Ah, more layers.”
“Really? You’ve always wondered?” She brushed the hair away from his face so she could
watch his movements. “Because you never seemed interested before tonight.”
“Then I was a fool.” He laid several kisses along the swell of her breast before dipping
his fingers beneath the delicate material to pull it down and expose her nipple. “That’s
what I’ve been looking for.”
“Are you sure you haven’t drunk too much? Maybe your wine was stronger than mine.”
He didn’t answer, only gave her a low moan of satisfaction.
Her breathing became labored, and her back arched toward him, needing to feel his
lips on her body. The moist drag of his tongue rasped across her nipple. She watched
him pull back and blow, the pink bud tightening into a painful nub, and a surge of
desire spiraled to her core.
He lowered his head again, drawing her nipple into his mouth. A moan mixed with panting
escaped her. When his hand drifted to remove the other shoulder strap, she reached
over and practically ripped the camisole off.
“Too slow,” she panted. Her head lolled against the smooth panel of the back wall
and her eyes closed.
A low chuckle escaped his throat as he continued his assault. With each tug of his
mouth, a delicious ache surged between her legs. His lips traveled to the other breast,
pulling away the lace and laving her nipple with equal attention. She tightened the
grip on his hair, guiding him, demanding more. He complied. “You taste like wine,”
he said, his voice vibrating against her breast.
“It’s the wine I spilled.”
“I like it.”
After several minutes of mindless bliss from his mouth, Tor knelt to caress her calves,
his fingers drifting up and under her skirt and gathering the material. His gaze captured
hers, burning into her. The beat of her heart quickened. He had a way of making her
feel like the sexiest woman on earth right now. All of this was almost too good to
believe—though she'd dreamed of it a million times.
"God, you smell good." He nuzzled against her stomach, drawing in a deep breath. "I
need you—need to touch all of you, Nikki."
Fine with her—no, not fine, but then he touched her again. She couldn't have brought
herself to stop him if she'd wanted to—which she didn't. The skirt hitched around
her upper thighs and she was suddenly very happy all her comfy cotton panties had
been in the laundry.
Tor leaned in and kissed her inner thigh. She brushed the hair away from his face
so she could see every sweet thing he did to her. His tongue swept upward, drawing
gloriously close to where she wanted him to focus his attention. She shifted and widened
her stance—just in case they had the same idea.
His fingers stroked up the back of her thighs and around the inside to lightly brush
the junction between her legs. Sweet mother of pearl, she was ready to jump out of
her skin. The worry of later consequences ghosted through her mind, but when Tor’s
hands slid over her rear end and hooked his fingers at the waistband of her lacy undies
to drag them down, the worries vanished. The garment pooled around her ankles and
she kicked it free, adding it to her jacket in the corner.
She grabbed the hem of her skirt and hauled it upward, allowing Tor free rein, and
he gave her the most satisfied smile she’d ever seen on a man, before turning his
attention back to her heat.
With the lightest touch, he brushed his fingers along her sensitive flesh. Shivers
vibrated along her thighs. Again he stroked her, this time a little harder. His finger
brushed her clit, making her jump. His hands caressed the front of her thighs, his
thumbs massaging inward, opening her to his touch. She let her knees widen, giving
him better access. Tension seized her body as she waited for that glorious sensation—the
first swipe of his hot tongue.
He leaned in, burying his face against her…and licked.
“Tor.” His name hissed from her lips. No other words would come.
He turned slightly and slid his shoulder between her legs, lifting her thigh to nestle
more firmly against him. His tongue flicked, and she thought her knees were going
to buckle from the exquisite sensation racing through her. Her hips thrust against
his mouth, and a low moan rumbled from him, the strokes of his tongue in
creasing in
pressure and speed. His hands kneaded her ass, pulling her close, drinking her in.
Unable to help herself, she twined her fingers through his hair to hold him against
her. Spikes of pleasure spiraled, drawing out the heated ache growing between her
legs. She gyrated against his mouth as his tongue flicked her clit and then drove
deep into her. Tiny whimpers huffed from her with each thrust of her hips. She hovered,
needing the release that held her at the edge of ecstasy.
Two fingers dove inside her as his tongue flicked and dragged, working her until
she thought she’d shatter. She gasped and pressed forward, riding his mouth while
one of his hands held her ass, firmly moving her back and forth along his tongue,
and the other expertly pumping his fingers inside her, drawing out the exquisite torture.
Finally, he offered her release. Focusing on her clit, he licked and sucked until
every nerve in her body quivered and exploded with a shout of ecstasy. The bones in
her legs seemed to melt, making it nearly impossible to stand—or speak. Beads of sweat
slid between her breasts and disappeared into her bra. Heavy pants were all she could
form.
Tor lowered her leg and stood. His gaze never left hers as he reached into the inside
pocket of his jacket and withdrew a small package. He let the coat slide from his
shoulders and tossed it on top of the growing pile of clothes. A tiny ripping noise
drew Nikki’s attention to the package. A condom. She smiled. It seemed they weren’t
finished.
She pushed away from the wall and hooked her finger inside the waistband of his pants.
With a quick flick, she undid the button and slid the zipper down. His mouth opened,
and he sucked in when she inched her hand inside his boxer briefs to stroke him.
“I need you.” From his deep breaths, and the way he pinned her with his dark stare,
it appeared the man was barely maintaining control. “Don’t tease.”
She liked him like this—at her mercy. “I’d never tease you, Tor.”
She shoved his trousers down and glided her hand along the length of his erection,
stopping at the head to give an extra squeeze. He pushed into her fingers, his eyes
glazing. Now in command of the situation, she took the condom from his hand and sheathed
him completely. For added pleasure, she continued her downward movement to cup his
balls, dragging her finger along the tender skin right behind them.
He braced his hands against the wall and closed his eyes. “God, that feels good.”
“What?” She massaged him again. “This.”
He opened his eyes. “Fuck yeah.”
Most of the time she felt invisible around Tor. She was his assistant and nothing
more, but the way he was looking at her now had her thinking that maybe she’d been
wrong all these years. “How do you want me?”
He lifted the wet camisole over her head and tossed it on the growing pile. With a
firm hold, he gripped her hips and spun her to face the back of the elevator, guiding
her hands to rest against the cherrywood panel. “Like this.”
A thrill raced through her when he pulled her hips backward. Every rigid inch of him
pushed against her, and the familiar ache of desire started to build again. One of
his hands cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple, while his other hand guided his
cock into her.
She widened her stance. Inch by sensitive inch he filled her until his hips pressed
against her bottom. His other hand rested next to hers on the wall for leverage as
he slowly pulled out. Just as unhurriedly, he reentered her, his breath coming in
pants.
“Yes.” He withdrew and pushed forward. “Oh, that’s nice.” Again and again he retreated
and attacked. “So sweet, so sweet.”
His words poured over her like warm syrup, breaking down each of the moral arguments
she’d ever had for not sleeping with her boss. Every second with Tor was worth whatever
the morning might bring.
His hands left her breast and the wall and gripped her hips. Each thrust became more
urgent. Small, animalistic grunts mingled with his words of encouragement. Nikki looked
up, catching their reflection in the smoky mirrors covering the ceiling. She watched
his hands drift along her back to clutch her shoulders, his hips thrusting. He let
his head fall back and his eyes close, his hips pistoning against her. He was so beautiful.
Not ordinary-man beautiful, but otherworldly. She pushed against him, loving the way
he filled her—the way he clung to her. His skin glistened, taking on a coppery glow.
She wondered if he really was some kind of a god—maybe a sex god.
Why had she never seduced him? She craned her neck to look over her shoulder and ground
against him, unable to get close enough. Intensity mixed with desire; as she read
his face she knew exactly what he felt. Emotion blossomed inside her. She felt drunk,
giddy with the connection happening between them. Why had she waited? Nothing in her
life made sense except being with Tor.
A cry ripped from his throat, and he surged into her one more time as his body shuddered
and he collapsed across her back. He cupped her breasts, but simply held them, unmoving.
The rapid beats of his heart pattered against her back, and his breath huffed beside
her ear. The sheen covering his body pressed against her, melding them together in
a slick suction.
She didn’t move, drinking in the feel of their lovemaking. Totally the best sex of
her entire life and possibly responsible for an inability to form coherent sentences
ever again.
After a minute, Tor pushed to a stand and stepped back. Suddenly unsure how she should
react, she straightened and slid her skirt over her hips before turning. He faced
away from her, and when he turned around his pants were zipped. Nikki bent to retrieve
her bra.
He watched her, saying nothing. She slipped the camisole over her head, but when she
reached for her jacket, he gripped her wrist.
Excitement rushed through her, making her body quiver. She opened her mouth to respond,
but he pulled her to him and kissed her, driving all rational thought from her mind.
He released her, his gaze burning into her.
“No need to get dressed.” He pushed the emergency stop button and the elevator sprang to life. “We’re far from finished.”
Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
ends
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