All she had on were the ridiculously tiny knickers he’d left with the dress and the perilously high heels he’d chosen. For a long beat, Felix didn’t move, the heat of his chest pulsing against her back. But after what felt like forever, a soft touchbrushed her hip, and he cupped her breast, his fingertips brushing over its hardened peak.
“Fuck, Thea.”
At the growl in his voice, she pressed her legs together. He was going too slow. She needed release.
“Do you need me to relax you?”
Thea smiled, fingers of desire travelling across her skin. “Oh, yes, please. I’m so very tense.”
Felix snickered, the staccato rush of his breath taunting the nerve endings under her skin. “Then let me help.”
Within a second, his mouth touched her neck, and with the hand on her breast, he pinched and rolled her nipple. The tug of need low down in her belly was exquisite, and when he trailed a firm hand from buttock to hip, she almost exploded.
He stopped just above the material of her knickers, his touch feather-light. The room was spinning around, and when he nudged her legs apart with his thigh, Thea wobbled on her heels.
Immediately, he was behind her, keeping her upright. “I’ve got you.”
A smile grew on Thea’s lips. She hoped he’d have her. Soon. “My shoes,” she said, the tremulous pitch of her voice an alien sound.
“Leave them on.”
He’d told her he always got his own way and, for once, she’d comply without argument. Thea nodded, and seconds later, Felix moved his hand below the fabric of her knickers to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. A breath hitched in Thea’s throat with the suddenness of the move.
“You want this?” he asked, his fingers passing over her soft, sensitive flesh.
She nodded again. She wasn’t sure what noise would come out if she dared to open her mouth.
Felix kept his lips on her neck, gently biting into her flesh. He withdrew his hand and reached for the ribbon at her hip. In a feat of underwear engineering, the strip of satin was all that held the lacy fabric of her knickers together.
With his hot breath on her neck, Felix pulled at the tie. Far too slowly. Like he wanted to drag the moment out.
Savour it.
Force Thea to beg.
The ache at her centre pulsed harder with every slip of the material. After a torturous wait, the flimsy lace fell away.
Felix’s hand was on her in an instant, his thumb pressing against her heat and a finger dipping into her centre.
“Yes,” was all Thea choked out before he plunged another finger deep inside her, his relentless rhythm bringing her to the brink. She let out a long moan, and at the sound, Felix added a third finger, filling her entirely.
Thea’s breath came in short rasps. Her heart was on the point of bursting. The sensations at her core pushed her higher and higher before she came in a shuddering climax, reaching down to press his hand deeper inside.
Felix whispered into her ear as her body calmed, but she didn’t know what he said. All she could focus on was the pulsing pull between her legs and his fingers still inside her.
Then she heard her name, and Felix withdrew his hand before turning her around to face him. He pressed his lips to hers, their unsteady breath mingling. With legs like jelly, Thea weaved her arms around his neck and kissed him. Tasted him. She couldn’t get enough, but when her heartbeat subsided, she broke their kiss, bringing her lips to his neck.
“That was…”
“Relaxing?”
She loosened a breath into his hot skin. “You have no idea.”
“I’m glad I could help.”
Thea giggled. “I think you should offer your relaxing services in the spa downstairs.”
His fingers played at her back. “To everyone? I prefer a select clientele. I wouldn’t want to encourage any more nudity in the corridors than necessary.”
