Page 11 of Staking His Claim
“I have a few ideas,” I whispered.
Surprise lit through his eyes and he pulled back a fraction to peer down at me. “Tell me you want me to bend you over my desk. Or let me have you straddle me while I sit in my chair?”
My breath shortening, I shook my head.
The hand on my hip dug deep, and I suspected he didn’t even know he was clutching me that hard. I would probably have a bruise there, but I welcomed it. One of many mementos to mark this unbelievable occasion.
“On the couch? Fuck, the floor?” he croaked.
I gasped as I felt his dick swell against my belly, the scenarios he spelled out wreaking lusty havoc on him.
I shook my head again.
“Emily. Baby.” It was half-warning, half-frustration.
All anticipation when I wriggled against the glass and, when he gave me a few more inches of room, slowly worked my way to the floor.
His grey eyes went wide when he realized my intent. His hand left my nape to brace against the glass, then pushed back further to give me room as I sank onto my knees before Fletcher Knight.
“Oh fuck,” he croaked. “Ah Christ. You will never know how many times I’ve imagined you in this position, Emily.”
Desire, hot, thick and syrupy, swirled in my pelvis. Then dripped lower, heating my clenching pussy. “Probably not as much as I’ve wished myself right here, right now. Doing this.”
Pleased astonishment darkened his eyes. And when his fingers softly traced my cheek, I turned and dropped a quick kiss on his palm, supremely pleased when he hissed a breath.
“You should know that I was fully prepared to work my ass off for this. But…fuck, I’m so glad we’re on the same page. We are, aren’t we, baby?” he asked, that urgency back in his voice. In the frown marring the thick arousal etched on his face.
“Yes, Mr. Knight,” I breathed. Then I reached for his belt.
His jaw gaped, the light flush across his chiseled cheekbones deepening as his gaze darted from the fingers working his belt to my face, my throat. Every inch of me he could stare at, but always coming back to my fingers. His chest rose and fell faster and faster as I unfastened the expensive leather. Undid the single button of his pants. Then slowly drew down his zipper.
“May I please, Mr. Knight?”
He groaned. “Fuck. Yes,” he responded, his voice rough gravel.
Electricity filled my whole being as I drew the tab down, fulfilling one of my deepest, darkest fantasies.
That was until I gripped the sides of his boxer briefs and nudged them down to free Fletcher’s cock.
Fantasy fled. And real apprehension shot through me.
4
Fletcher
With any other woman I would’ve smirked and made a quip at the look on her face when she caught sight of the monster residing in my pants.
But even the tiniest idea that my size would scare Emily off had me scrambling to find soothing, coaxing words to keep her right where she’d willingly placed herself.
Fuck, the woman I’d craved for forever was on her knees before me. Staring at my dick like she was about to scream.
“Hey, baby, we don’t have to…”Shut the fuck up, Fletch! Don’t you dare say we don’t have to do anything. I cleared my throat. “We’ll go slow, okay?”Not the greatest, but better.
Sexy blue eyes darted from my face to my dick. Which bobbed as if urging her to agree.
She licked her lips, and dammit, pre-cum surged from my tip. And maybe that wasn’t a bad thing because she gave a sexy little moan.
And she reached for it, wrapping her hand around my eager length andsqueezing, squeezing, squeezing.
