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  He drew his palms down her arms, savoring her slight tremble. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He spoke the words just for her. “But you’re more than that.” So much more.

  Her soft laugh held a deprecating edge. She turned her head, her cheek grazing his. “I don’t need to be more than that in here.”

  Her words chilled him, but they weren’t wrong. The Boardroom was for sex, and mutual attraction enhanced that. “Maybe,” he countered as he drew his hands beneath the hem of her dress. “But you are, even in here.”

  Her skin was so damn soft, smooth. He caressed every inch of her abdomen before he dipped a finger beneath the strip of material masking as a thong. Her breath hitched, stomach contracting. Her desire simmered so close to the surface he swore he could feel it.

  “I’d ask you what you want tonight...” His tease was rewarded by her subtle stiffening. That’s right, I know you. He eased his hand down to find her warm slit. It embraced his finger in its welcoming hold before he stroked the bud it hid. She jerked, waiting, each breath short and quick. “But that’s not the way you like it.”

  Her soft little cry was his reward. He rode his erection over the hard line of her tailbone and bit back his groan. Did she have any clue what she did to him? More so than any woman ever had?

  “I know you, Shelly,” he told her as he slowly rubbed her clit. Not hard. Just enough to draw her passion forward. “What makes you moan so sweetly or beg openly.” He cupped her breast with his free hand, pulling on her nipple until her back arched. “How you like to be pushed, but not too far.” He twisted the tip beneath his fingers. “How a touch of pain enhances your pleasure.” Her gasp was so damn sweet.

  He dipped his finger into her heat, biting the soft juncture of her shoulder. Her hips rolled beneath his touch, each movement a subtle torment for him. And this was only the beginning. Her whimper fed the building urgency to feel her sweet heat wrapped around him. To hear that same sound when he drove into her.

  He swirled his tongue over the slight indents left by his teeth before he blew gently. Her shudder trembled through him. “But you need soft too.” He kissed up her neck, sliding his finger back to her clit. “Hard and soft. Rough and tender.” He skimmed the tips of his fingers down her sternum. “The contrast keeps you off-balance and you like that—in here.”

  Just in here. Outside of the Boardroom, structure was her security. Yeah, he knew that too. How she studied the market and her clients. How she worked a deal without appearing to do so. How her image was both her shield and her sword.

  “Drake.”

  Her breathy plea could’ve meant so many things, but he took it as both confirmation and warning. He was pushing her, just not in the way she’d expected.

  The low grunt of another man penetrated the barrier that’d blocked the others from his awareness. The background noise was just that, background. Sensual, distinct and varied in an erotic soundtrack all its own.

  “I brought something just for you.” He drew his hand around her hip in a slow path to her back, her dress skimming over his hand. “Something I know you love.”

  “What?” She leaned forward, her ass rounding out in invitation as he slid his finger down her crack.

  His touch to her anus brought a lush groan of approval from her. Her sigh slid down her back on a wave of greedy acceptance. That spot right there was her weakness. Society’s forbidden zone that held so much pleasure.

  He kept his play light, circling the entrance, dipping just enough to tease the sensitive nerve endings.

  She rested her forehead on the wall, the roll of her hips a sensual enticement. He shoved her thong down and stepped back to watch as he eased the tip of his finger into her hole. His dick throbbed with the need to follow it. The forbidden was such a fucking draw.

  How could anyone not want this—her—when she gave so damn much?

  Chapter Three

  Shelly was lost to every lustful thing Drake was doing to her. Each word and touch had become an intimate dance. She couldn’t contradict him because everything he said was completely true.

  Now he was giving her exactly what she wanted. Anal play got her off like nothing else. Her dark secret had long been her deepest source of embarrassment. It’d been the instigator that’d gotten her to accept her first Boardroom invitation. The simple possibility that maybe in here, she could have this pleasure without the shame.

  And she had, but never like this.

  Drake was a master at drawing out every erotic sensation from that area until she begged to be completely filled.

  A soft click snapped through the peripheral sounds to trigger her hunger. She bit her lip, hope coiling in her stomach. The first touch of his lubed finger ripped a desperate breath from her. Yes. She squeezed her eyes closed, focused on the slow descent of his finger into the one place she shouldn’t like.

  But she did.

  God, how she loved it.

  That sense of being full that didn’t match anything else. That perception of wrongness even though it felt so good. Like so much that happened in the Boardroom, this was as much a declaration of freedom as the claiming of a right.

  Even if she still couldn’t ask for it.

  Her hand slid down the wall, “yes” coming out around a moan. She inhaled in time with his withdrawal. His next descent was harder, faster. Pleasure hit her core before the intensity spread. Her muscles clenched, drawing tight around the intrusion.

  She bit her lip and choked back the groan that rumbled in her chest. Yes. This. He worked her like he owned her. Like he understood every dark desire she otherwise smothered, slowing to tease the rim, preparing and tempting at once.

  “Look at you,” Drake said, his voice rough. He dragged his nails over the curve of her butt cheek. The harsh marks stung before pooling with the heat in her groin. “So damn naughty.”

  Only in here.

  He breached her with another finger, the added girth stretching her so sweetly. The twinge of pain was nothing compared to the thrill of what he was prepping her for.

  “Please,” she begged, rolling her hips in encouragement. “Don’t stop.” Don’t ever stop. She could pretend here, with desire melting her resistance and weaving dreams she couldn’t keep.

  The first touch to her clit sent her scrambling to gain a hold on the wall. Her breath shorted out as pleasure overtook everything. The dual stimuli scattered her thoughts and brought her focus back to just this.

  To the desire building in her groin. To the luxury of getting exactly what she wanted—without having to ask. To Drake.

  Just Drake.

  Her breaths increased with the pounding of her heart. “Drake.” Her whispered plea held the desperate edge he’d pushed her so close to already.

  “Not yet.”

  His sharp order had her biting back her curse. Heat flamed across her nape and down her back. The high cry of another woman morphed with a deep rumbled groan to remind her they weren’t alone.

  She pried her eyes open, mouth parting in search of air. She ran her tongue over her dry lips, which left her longing for Drake’s kiss. For the hard crush of his lips and the sweep of his tongue over hers.

  A half-naked couple was perched on the edge of the credenza. The steady movement of the man’s hips drove the image into her senses until she could almost feel him powering into her.

  On cue Drake plunged his fingers into her ass on the same relentless pace the other man was using. Each quick descent rocked her forward and stole her breath. “Imagine how good it’ll be when I’m fucking you like that,” Drake taunted, proving he really was a mind reader. The pressure increased on her clit, the quick little circles timed to match the pace of his other hand.

  “Yes,” she panted, easing her legs wider. “Fuck me.” The last came out as a plea more than a demand. “Please.” Her desperation rode clear in the single word.
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  “Soon. Fuck.” Drake pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. Her head spun. Need trembled through every limb to leave her dizzy and lost. Her pussy pulsed in time with her ass in a dual urgency for more. Would he oblige her? Give her what she truly craved?

  She peered over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. His gaze was locked on her ass, his breaths short. The flush on his cheeks matched the heat blazing from his hooded gaze. The perfect lines of his suit added to the power he exuded without thought. All of it, every little nuance from the slight stubble on his cheeks to the perfect knot of his tie had her craving more. Of him, of this, of something beyond the limitations of these walls.

  Drake lifted his gaze in a slow glide that singed her back before it locked on hers. The blatant desire ignited her own. Yes. Her cry remained silent, though. Her wishes locked behind the knot in her throat.

  He caressed the curve of her ass in firm strokes that soothed and enticed. “You want both, don’t you?” His low question really wasn’t one. She closed her eyes, shame crashing with hunger in that tantalizing mix of right and wrong, naughty and so damn perfect.

  Her chest tightened until she could barely catch a breath. Would he really make her respond when he already knew the answer?

  His quiet chuckle tumbled up her spine to leave a trail of goose bumps behind. The teasing little prickles heightened her awareness, while emphasizing the deep ache he’d so expertly built.

  “Shelly.” He leaned over her, his warmth cloaking her in security. “My sweet, sweet Shelly.” His breath caressed her neck. His tone touched her heart. Longing and reverence entwined to pull her dreams forward when she’d tried so hard to lock them down.

  Each kiss he trailed up her neck landed like an unspoken promise. “Yes.” Please. She hummed with the sexual energy Drake had created. She was beyond applying thought and logic to the night.

  Just feel. That’s all she had to do. Let go and feel.

  The first nudge of the toy at her anus wasn’t a surprise. No, it was welcomed. Her whimper was one of joy as he eased the plug into her. The widening cone stretched her muscles to the point of pain, but she never protested. Each bite and sting that snapped through her ass cozied up to the promise of what was yet to come.

  He traced his finger around her rim as he eased the plug out and then slowly back in. “That’s it,” he coaxed. “It’s almost there.”

  She had no idea what size he’d selected, but it felt huge at this point. The fullness overwhelmed her senses in that beautiful way she craved. She had no clue why, and it was never the same when she played on her own.

  Drake whipped a chair around and urge her to prop her foot on the seat. The shift in position let the plug slip in on a quick sting before her muscles contracted around the smaller base. Relief and need escaped on a long sigh.

  “Damn, Shell.” He tapped the base of the plug in a steady beat that shot straight to her pussy. “I can’t wait to get in you. To fuck you until you beg.”

  She squirmed beneath the relentless desire he’d stirred up so easily. Her dress was draped over her hips, the silky material teasing her nipples into hard peaks that ached for attention.

  The plug pushed against the sensitive muscles of her rim while invading her most forbidden place. It filled her as nothing should and left her aching for that undefined more. Anything. Something to feed the gnawing urge that buzzed over her skin and clawed at her desire.

  “Drake.” Her breathy plea scratched over her throat. That was as close as she could come to telling him to fuck her. To fill her and claim her until there was just him.

  Drake. The man she could only have in here.

  Chapter Four

  Drake had never rolled on a condom so quickly. Just the thought of sinking into Shelly had his orgasm edging close to boiling. She was everything hot, sexy and giving. The round base of the plug in her ass displayed a side of her few saw, let alone experienced.

  And she was all his—tonight.

  Just tonight.

  Unless he stalked her in the Boardroom.

  He shook the annoying thought away and shoved his pants lower. The wet warmth of her pussy kissed the head of his dick in welcome. He clenched his teeth before his jaw went slack as he finally slid into her.

  “Shelly.” His voice broke, desire clashing with his restraint. Heat embraced his dick in a tantalizing blend of silky and wet. “So damn good.” She was, truly. So damn good.

  He withdrew only to sink back home. This time his groan blended with hers on a single note of wonder. The tightness was a marvel, increased by the hard line of the plug stroking his cock through the thin wall of her vagina.

  But it was more than that. More than the simple pleasure and carnal lust. How was she so different? So...right?

  Because he knew her. How she loved strawberries and champagne as much as peanuts and beer. How her eyes narrowed in thought and the corners crinkled when she held in a laugh. How her shoulders relaxed and her expression softened when he was at her side.

  He kept his pace slow, tempting them both with each rolling plunge and withdrawal. Her back was a line of softness he stroked just above the plug until she whimpered, her hips tilting upward until her spine was fully arched, her head falling back.

  The invitation was all he needed. He drew his palm around the side of her neck, watching every twitch until his hand closed over her throat. Her purr tingled against his palm when he tightened his hold, not hard, but enough to state his power.

  His claim.

  He thrust harder, unable to hold back the wild tide of want and lust that burst to life. His groin tightened around the knot of desire that pulsed in his balls. Her hard swallow bobbed under his palm in its own alluring caress.

  Her hair tumbled down her back in waves of darkness he longed to feel against his skin. Longed to drag his fingers through until she dozed. Longed to see rumpled and sleep-tousled in the morning.

  All things he couldn’t have in here.

  His curse echoed in his head as he struggled to get his careening emotions in check. But what if he didn’t need to? What if this could be more?

  The mere fact that he was thinking about it said so much when he’d never once, in all his years of working and getting ahead, thought about having more with a woman. His throat dried out. His heart raced as he realized this right here, this casual if intimate fuck, was nowhere close to enough. Not with Shelly.

  Acceptance pulsed in a beat of hunger that dampened and heightened his orgasm at once. He crowded her closer to the wall, the hunger to have more too demanding to ignore. He needed to feel her, touch her, see her, taste her, consume her if he could.

  The urgency fed him, adding a frantic edge to his movements and thoughts. He kissed up her neck, cursed the awkwardness but loved each small gasp and choked swallow that came from her. He sought out every inch of her skin he could reach, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples, teasing her clit.

  Her pussy clenched his dick in the heaven he could never describe. Yet it still wasn’t enough. The hollow background grunts and groans grated on him when they normally enhanced. The chair hit his shin and her standing leg trembled, threatening their precarious position.

  How could this ever be enough? How had it been enough up to now?

  “I need more.” His admission slipped free on a breath of relief and shock. He eased out of her, regrets swarming in, bringing doubts. He refused to listen to them, though. He was tired of the empty fucks, and Shelly presented an opportunity he no longer wanted to resist.

  * * *

  I need more. What did he mean? What had she done?

  Shelly’s whimper came out desperate and needy at Drake’s sudden withdrawal. The emptiness was overamplified after being too full just moments ago.

  “Shelly.”

  The soft warmth in his tone calmed her rush of nerves, as did the gentle
ness of his touch as he urged her to turn around. He framed her face with his hands, the tenderness too much to process. Her pulse roared in her ears, her desire wavering on the tenuous point of run away or tumble in.

  “Shelly,” he whispered again, emotion hitching the single word. She could only stare up at him, lost to the hope shoving against the denial she clung to. She couldn’t read into anything. Couldn’t trust what happened during a brief flight of passion. “I...”

  His kiss cut off whatever he’d been about to say. He took her mouth with the same control and drive he ran his life with. The carnal heat hit her first, followed by the almost desperate passion. She could barely think, let alone respond, so she simply gave.

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on as he plundered her mouth in a mix of harsh and soft, deep sweeps and teasing brushes that kept her world spinning. A dark hint of scotch tempted her to seek out more of his flavor, to remember the uniqueness that went with the frenzied dive into the unknown.

  The wild free fall wiped out every doubt and worry she’d carried into the room that night. There was only now, here, Drake and everything he was doing to her.

  “I need more,” he mumbled against her lips. “Of you. Of this.”

  He spun them around before she’d processed the action. The backs of her thighs hit the table and she slid onto it without pausing in her greedy consumption of Drake’s kisses. The plug sunk deep, tearing a moan from her as she settled on the hard surface.

  “You’re so damn hot.” Drake’s voice had deepened to a rough growl, matching the increased urgency that’d swept into their exchange. “So...everything.” He shoved between her legs, and she welcomed him as he slid back into her.

  God. “Yes,” she whispered as her head fell back, the return to complete fullness almost too good to stand. The plug was rigid beside the girth of Drake’s dick. He stretched her walls while pressing against the plug until she could think of nothing else.