Her fingers slipped under my suit jacket. “And you in a suit does something for me.”
“I wanted to make sure I was suitably impressive for your mother.”
“Worked.” She slid her fingers along my back. “Now I want it off.”
“Duchess, you end me.”
She gave me that secret smile as she pushed the jacket off my shoulder and tossed it on her chair. She trailed her fingers down my buttons. “Is there a comic book shirt hiding under here.”
“Why don’t you check and find out.”
She nibbled on her lower lip as she slipped the disks through the button holes only to find a simple tank under it, but when she tugged the tails free of my belt her eyes danced in reaction. “There it is. Only you would wear Captain America boxers under a ten thousand dollar suit.”
I laughed, then groaned when she dipped those long, clever fingers inside my zipper and snaked right through the cotton of my shorts to wrap around me. Tightly.
So fucking perfectly.
She used it to push me against the heavy wood of her desk. I growled as she stroked me then grinned before covering my mouth to pull the growl trapped in my throat up and out, swallowing it down as I wished she would do to me.
But I wasn’t sure how much time we had.
And I didn’t want her mouth. Okay, maybe some of her mouth. God, she tasted of coffee and heat. Our tongues tangled as she drove me to the brink with just her hand. She pulled her hand away and I hissed. She nipped my lower lip before making enough space to lick her hand only to take me again.
Tighter.
Hungrier.
My hips thrusted into her hand and I took her mouth savagely. It went from teasing to intense in the space of a heartbeat. My hand raced over her hips to grip her luscious ass, my fingers flexing on her in time with her pumping hand. Her skirt was too fucking long for me to get under without breaking her hold.
“If you make me come in your hand you’re going to pay for it.”
Her golden eyes flashed fire. “Oh yeah?” Her thumb swiped over my head until I hissed out a breath.
I swung her around and into her chair with a yelp.
I went onto my knees and rolled up her skirt. “I think the boss lady should have one last ride in her chair.”
Her fingers tightened on the arms of her chair. “Xavier.”
“That’s right. Keep saying it just like that.” I stretched up enough to pull her down to my mouth. “I want you to fight not to scream my name. Just low and raspy like that, Duchess.”
Her gaze bounced to her door.
“Right here. Just worry about me.” I lowered until I could lick up her inner thigh. I heard her head hit the back of her padded leather chair and settled in to make one good memory about this office.
I focused on the dirtiest and fastest ride up. There was no time for finesse when they were already locking her out of the building. I wouldn’t put it past her mother to have security escort her out.
I wanted her walking out on her own steam.
On rubber legs.
I grinned up at her as I lifted her enough to flip her tight skirt up around her waist, then slipped her pale pink thong down her thighs and into my pocket.
“Xavier, I need those.”
“Not right now you don’t.” I lifted her knee over my shoulder and sealed my lips over her already wet slit. Damn, I missed this taste. Dark and that hint of orchid even here. I sucked strongly on her clit, and she lifted to my mouth.
I loved when she lost herself to me.
