OKAY, SO MAYBE toying with Carly had been a bad idea. In fact, now that he thought about it, it was about the stupidest thing he’d ever done, only to be surpassed by what he planned to do next.
He hadn’t expected things to turn out like this. He was supposed to tease her, make her squirm a bit about the survey, raise a few flags of concern before he dropped the bomb that he knew what she’d done. Right about now he was supposed to be scolding her, not running his hands through her hair and shoving his tongue down her throat.
But that’s exactly where this had gone, and damn if he could find it in him to change course now.
He should have known that taunting Carly was a bad idea. From the moment he’d walked into Hall Technologies two years ago she’d been the forbidden fruit he couldn’t ignore. And like twisting a crank on a child’s mechanical toy, every month that went by had only strung him tighter. Her bright smile would turn the crank one notch, her throaty laugh another. Calming words, the way she hummed when she worked, the scintillating cleavage—twist, twist, twist. By the time this survey came around, he’d been wound so tight a wink might have caused him to snap. How he thought he could pull off a fake seduction and keep his pants on was a blunder for the ages. Carly calling his bluff had been one turn too many, and with the wheels set in motion, he had no idea where it would land.
He laced his fingers through her hair and drove the kiss deeper. She tasted like sweet peach tea, smelled clean as fresh lemons, and with skin soft as a buttercup, he wouldn’t be calling a halt anytime soon. His first sampling of Carly Abrams was what he’d both feared and expected, and without the will to put on the brakes, he surrendered to dig in and enjoy the ride.
Their lips still locked, she slipped off her chair and onto his lap, hiking the skirt up her thighs and straddling him with two long, smooth legs. The move freed his hands to explore all those delicious curves and valleys, and it wasn’t long before he found his way up her shirt and over those two luscious mounds.
She groaned. He hardened. She inched farther up his thighs and his cock stiffened more. He wondered how hard it would be to unzip his jeans and slide inside her, but with condoms in his back pocket and two bodies on one unsteady office chair, he didn’t dare risk it.
Squeezing her breasts in his hands, he pulled his mouth away and whispered, “We need to move.”
Those turquoise eyes had darkened, her lips had puffed and reddened from the stubble on his jaw, and while she went to work unbuttoning his shirt, she asked, “Does the door really lock?”
He bit the sensitive flesh under her chin. “There’s a dead bolt.”
She pulled open his shirt and stroked her hands across his chest. “We can really do this.”
Working his way up to one tender earlobe, he replied, “We can do anything you want, sweetheart.”
He skimmed his hands down her legs and slipped them up under her skirt, and she hissed when his thumbs reached the soft curls of her sex. He’d barely grazed the edge of her panties before the slick heat welcomed him, and his stiff cock twitched from the rush sweeping through him. Only moments into this, she was already hot, ripe and ready, and he sank his teeth into the base of her neck, needing to turn his focus away from the place that could tip him too early.
He’d wanted Carly too badly for too long, and her eagerness to push things further wasn’t helping his restraint. He hadn’t expected any of this. He hadn’t really thought that underneath the cheery schoolgirl a fiery siren lay in waiting, nor had he thought her staunch animosity toward him could peel away so easily. Yet here they were, poised to play out every fantasy that had haunted him since the day they’d met, and damned if he could hear a voice inside telling him not to.
He wanted her so much it hurt. He ached to soak in a piece of that sweet sunshine she carried around with her and he throbbed to explore the fiery woman he’d exposed. It wasn’t desire so much as hard, painful hunger, and when she slid her tongue under the curve of his jaw, he almost feared the deep sensations running through him.
Something about it felt too right, and, whipping his hands up from under her skirt, he wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed, feeling an unexplainable need to hold her tight and close.
Her response was a delightful gasp and the breathy suggestion that they take this party to the couch. She slid off his lap and held out a hand, and Matt was miles from arguing. Pulling out of the chair, he stepped to the door and flicked the switch to the dead bolt, turning back to her just in time to watch her skirt drop to the floor.
Without an ounce of hesitation, she crisscrossed her hands over the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her standing by one stuffy chair, her long, slim body clad only in a pale cream bra and matching silk panties.
He nearly choked on his tongue. Carly Abrams in the flesh was more beautiful than his fantasies. Dark, silky hair contrasted sharply against skin the color of cream, and her blue eyes nearly shimmered with expectation. She stood neither confident nor ashamed, simply offering herself for display, and Matt found the unassuming stance about as sexy as they come.
Puffing out a faint cough, he cleared his throat before choking out, “Are you trying to kill me?”
A deliciously evil smile curved one side of her mouth. “Maybe I am.”
“You’re off to a good start.”
Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra and let it drop to her feet, exposing two perfectly beautiful breasts, and Matt clasped his hands into fists to keep from reaching out and groping them like a schoolboy.
“How’s this?” she asked, and when he didn’t answer, she slipped out of her panties and stood naked before him, a pair of black heeled sandals the only clothing left on her body.
When she moved to kick one off, he shot out, “Don’t!” and she raised a brow of intrigue, opting to stop and wait, her gaze telling him the rest was up to him.
And Matt couldn’t decide where to start. There were too many options. The most desirable was to plop her down on the chair, swing those luscious heeled legs over his shoulders and bury himself in oblivion.
And thirty seconds later the whole encounter would be over.
So instead he opted for plan B, one of several fantasies he’d had starring Carly since he’d taken a peek at those survey questions. Given that’s what had started this whole thing, he might as well find out if any of those answers were true. The fact that she stood there so unabashedly exposed left him suspecting she hadn’t lied about everything, and if so, he was about to have his best day on the job to date.
Slowly he strolled toward her, savoring the look of anticipation on her face, knowing he had the power to fulfill her expectations. He wasn’t a cocky lover for nothing, and if he was risking rumor spreading through the office, he intended it to be in his favor.
He snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her against him, and though she parted her lips, expecting a kiss, he simply held her close and stared.
“I intend to make sure you like this,” he said.
Tugging his shirt off his shoulders, she replied, “I’d like it better if you were naked, too.”
He allowed his shirt to drop, but when she reached for his trousers, he held her hands. “That time will come.”
A soft pout formed on her face and the shot of affection made him want to kiss it away. Miss-Sunshine-turned-fiery-vixen had a playful side, and as he eased her down on one of the chairs, he wondered how many more sides there were to this mystery package.
Kneeling in front of her, he spread her legs wide. “Don’t worry. Neither of us will go away unsatisfied.” Then he clasped his mouth to her breast.
She arched her back and moaned, and just as he’d wanted, the playful pout drained away to something sensual. He spent a short time sampling her breasts, licking the taut coral nipples, trailing a line down her waist so close to her sex she gasped before he turned and went back the way he came. He wanted to drive her crazy for him, to make her crave him as badly as he’d craved her. And
when they were done, he wanted her to think of him as the best lover she’d ever had.
Because he wanted to be the best lover she’d ever had.
Her fingernails scraped his back, pushing more blood to his cock before its time. Holding off wouldn’t be easy, but he had no intention of sating his needs until he’d watched her crumble beneath him.
Again he trailed his mouth down her torso, teasing the flesh at her opening before trolling back up, and when he dipped a third time, he allowed his tongue to scrape between the slick heat of her folds.
The sweetness nearly pushed him over. The rush of breath to her lungs sucked the air from the room. And when she wriggled down in a gesture of offering, he denied her and turned away.
She let out a grunt of frustration, and he smiled.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
Her response was an agonizing, “Yes.”
“Do you want to come, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, the statement so sexually out of character his cock nearly shot free of his slacks.
“I think you need to come first.” And backing up the demand, he spread her and placed his mouth right where it mattered most.
A squeak slipped from her throat, and her legs began to tremble as Matt slipped his tongue over her clit and the slick flesh around it. He ached to push a finger inside to see how tight she was, but he was already at the edge. Any more surprises from Carly would ruin the great run he’d started, so instead he caressed her thighs while he brought her to the edge of orgasm.
She whispered out words of warning he didn’t need to hear. He already knew she was close. He could feel her clit swelling against his tongue, could taste the sweet slickness from her core as the scent of arousal swarmed his nose. She was almost there, and knowing how much more he had planned, he didn’t hesitate to let her come fast and hard against his mouth.
Slim fingers slid through his hair, then grasped tightly as she sucked in a breath and exhaled a silent release. Her nub convulsed against his tongue, and he took it into his mouth and suckled it while he clasped his hands to her hips to hold her steady. He could tell she wanted to cry out, the low rumblings from her chest leaking sounds of desperate silence.
And when she finally calmed, he looked up to see her head tilted back against the chair, her sated eyes staring at the ceiling and her chest heaving in an effort to restore her breath. He loved the sight, the look of a satisfied woman, an expression numb from climax.
He intended to see it again.
Rising up and bringing his lips back to one delicate ear, he smiled and whispered, “Now I can fuck you.”
THE MERE SOUND of Matt’s voice using the very naughty and highly un-office-like phrase sent Carly climbing back up the slope of arousal all over again.
Never in her life had she stripped for a man and stood naked before him—most definitely not in the office—but something about the way he’d looked at her, had devoured her in that chair and had savored her with his mouth, hands and eyes left her feeling bold and empowered. At that moment he could have told her to put on a wig and dance the jitterbug and she would have given it her best shot.
She wondered if he knew he had that power over her.
The rattle of something strange caught her attention, and she looked down to see Matt sifting through a basket of stress toys, then coming up with an object about the size of a tennis ball. He threaded a small loop on one end around his two middle fingers, allowing the ball to cradle in his palm.
When she opened her mouth to inquire, he snapped a switch, and the resulting hum answered her impending question.
“What is that, a vibrator?”
“A handheld massager I’ve had ideas about for quite a while now.”
She stifled an excited grin, not wanting to look overeager but having a hard time pulling it off. For a long time now she’d wanted sex that was exciting, so much so that she’d gone out on this limb in the belief that Matt might be the one to provide it.
It looked as though her instincts had been correct.
Digging through the basket, he brought out another and tossed it to her, and her excitement waned. She wasn’t sure what to do with it, and with things starting off on such a great high, she feared her inexperience would ruin it for them both.
She’d always suspected Matt had a taste for wild and experienced women, ones who knew their way around a man’s body and the kinds of things that turned men on. Carly wasn’t that kind of woman, and if he’d expected her to be, he might be headed for disappointment.
Swallowing a gulp of nerves, she slipped the massager around her fingers as Matt had done and waited as he pulled a condom from his wallet, tossed it on her belly, then yanked down his trousers. One thick cock sprang out, and he edged in closer and jutted his chin toward the foil pack.
“Put it on me, babe.”
Her eyes wide, she tried to will the jitters from her fingers. She’d never put a condom on a man before and prayed there wasn’t a trick to it, but she wasn’t about to confess that to him. She wanted to shed the Sally Sunshine image that always seemed to keep men like him away, so with the toy still cupped to one hand, she worked to tear open the foil packet while Matt held his cock in waiting.
Tugging out the latex sheath, she let the packet drop to the floor before she unrolled the condom over his shaft without incident, feeling the tiny thrill of victory as he proceeded in obvious assumption that none of this was new to her.
But it was. Every moment of it was. From the instant she’d climbed on his lap and sunk her tongue deep in his mouth she’d been marking new ground. She’d never been this bold, had never risked having sex in a place where she could end up caught and in trouble, had never had sex with her shoes on and most definitely had never played with toys, much less on the very first time.
He was the man of her fantasies, all right, and just like her greatest fantasy, she ached with anticipation over what would come next.
Flicking the switch on her massager, the light hum vibrated in her hand, and she looked to follow Matt’s lead. He slowly trailed his up her thigh, letting the smooth tickling sensation heighten her arousal. He sank it into the apex of her thigh, lightly grazed it over her mound before moving it down the other side, the vibration curling her toes and reawakening her already-sated sex.
Guiding her hand to her thigh, he said, “Put it where it feels good,” before taking his own and massaging it around the base of his shaft and behind his balls.
His cock jerked and his eyes rolled, and Carly followed suit, experimenting with her own vibrating ball. If Matt was sexy simply walking around the office, he was lethal in the flesh. His chiseled chest was deliciously rugged, a faint dusting of hair trickling down in a line over taut abs and disappearing around his navel. His erection drove her mad with anticipation, the deep look of pleasure on that handsome face nearly bringing her to tears. They watched each other, studying one another’s motions, before Matt nudged them to trade positions, and she guided her ball around his shaft, the hard feel of his flesh exciting her, pulsing between her legs as he lolled his head to the side and soaked in the sensation.
“This is good,” he moaned, then edged farther between her legs until the tender tip of his shaft was positioned for entry.
“Scoot down,” he said, and she obliged, her heart racing to see where this would lead, how he would feel inside her, and with her hips teetering on the edge of the chair, he slid inside.
Her body stretched for him, her ball still tickling the base of his shaft, and she arched to take him in deeper, his resulting groan heating her blood and adding vigor to her moves. Between the erection stroking her core and the oscillations fluttering between them, she was headed for another hard and searing climax, and the look in Matt’s eyes said he wasn’t far behind.
They stroked and moved together, using the balls to tantalize the area around their thighs and the space where they joined, and when Matt bent in to suckle her breasts, a rising wave bega
n to crest between her legs.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered, prompting him to increase the pressure of the massager between her legs.
She squirmed and tried to move away, not wanting it to happen so fast, but he simply moved with her and took up the space.
“Go, baby,” he said.
“Not yet.”
“Yes, now,” he urged, stroking his ball closer to her clit. Cupping her hand in his, he pushed her ball down under them, guiding them both to add sensation she didn’t need. She was going to boil over, and when he slipped out a curse and thrust faster, she knew he was on the cusp, too.
“Oh,” he groaned, then he groaned it again, his breath growing heavy, his eyes closing and beads of sweat forming on his brow. He hissed in a breath; she could see him struggling to hold on. And with one more pass between them, she dropped her ball on the chair next to her and split apart.
The climax came deep and heavy, ripping through her chest and squeezing in her throat. She bit her lip to stay quiet, but a low squeak escaped her, and when they couldn’t take more, Matt dropped his ball, closed his lips over hers and grunted his climax into her throat.
His tongue shot into her mouth, aching moans following in its wake while he jerked and buckled against her. It seemed to go on forever, his body consuming her from head to toe, drinking her in, capturing her breath until every inch of them moved, breathed and pulsed as one.
Pulling his lips from hers, he expelled a long, luxurious breath at the nape of her neck, and she dug her fingers into his ass and pulled him close, wanting their joining to last just a little longer.
“You were amazing,” he said after a very long moment, his voice raspy and tired.
She sat for a moment, staring at the ceiling, enjoying the hard feel of him over her body, the occasional twitch of his cock inside her and the heavy thump of his heart against her breast.
“There’s plenty more to be had,” she said, already fully deciding that this wouldn’t be their only time if she had her way.
He lifted from her grasp, stood up and pulled his pants around his waist, using a nearby box of tissue to discard the remnants of the condom before tossing it in the trash. The sated look on his face had begun to fade as he searched for his shirt, and a sudden shift in the air had her reaching for her own clothing, the need to cover up coming over her without explanation.
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