I was a lot of things, but not a liar. "Wanna bet?"
"Why?" she breathed. "You can't prove anything."
"No," I agreed. "But trust me, if you ever show up in that thing again, I'm not letting you go so easily."
As I spoke, I slid a finger slowly into her slick opening. Her walls were tight and hot, and I almost moaned myself when her eyelids fluttered shut, and she gave a little groan of pleasure.
Still, she managed to ask, "Is that a hint?"
"For what?"
"For me to show up in the dress?" She was breathing harder now. And yet, her tone grew teasing as she asked, "You don't have an elf fetish, do you?"
"No. But I do have a Lexie fetish." As I said it, I slid in a second finger and made little circles with my thumb.
Her hips rose, and she gave a little whimper. "I love your fingers. They'resooodistracting."
I smiled. "Distracting, huh?"
"Well, not now," she breathed. "I mean, yeah, I feel pretty distracted, but I meant before. When I worked for you, I'd be looking at your fingers twirling that pen, and I'd get to thinking."
Nowthatwas intriguing. "Oh, yeah? About what?"
"Well…" She gave another breathless laugh. "This, actually."
I was still smiling. "Good to know."
"It is not," she laughed. "It's horrible. I'm such a hussy."
"Yeah, andI'ma monster," I said, stroking and teasing her special spot. "What of it?"
Her laughter faded, and she gave a little whimper. "Well, youaremonstrous."
I chuckled against her cheek. "If I werereallymonstrous, I'd be bending you over the desk."
Her breath caught. "Will you?"
I was still stroking her, liking the little noises she made and the eager movements of her hips. With a smile, I said, "That sounds like a request."
"Well…" she said on a soft moan. "Ihavebeen thinking about it."
Yeah, me too.In truth, I'd been thinking about it since the first time she'd walked into my office and hit me with those eyes of hers. There was something in those eyes – intelligence with a hint of mischief – that had captured me from the first.
And now I'd capturedher.
Curious now, I asked, "You were thinking about itwhen?"
"Well…lately. And back when I worked for you, too. But just so you know, I wouldn't have acted on it. I mean…" Her words trailed off as I picked up the pace of my thumb, making those tight circles that she seemed to especially like.
I couldn’t resist teasing her. "You mean what?"
"I just mean…" She never did finish the sentence. Instead, she climaxed in my arms, raising her hips and shuddering against me as I continued to caress her body inside and out.
I loved watching her, listening to her, feeling her. She was sweet and sexy and everything I'd been wanting for longer than I cared to admit.
Now that she was mine, I didn't intend to let her go.
When her shudders subsided, I slid my hand downward and stroked the inside of her thigh.I'd loved every minute of that.And I was just debating a repeat performance when she asked, "So…how about that desk thing?"
