Chapter Eight

 

Chloe couldn’t believe how fast Constantine backed away from her. His dark brows were pinched in something like concern. His slumped shoulders suggested he might end their sensual encounter before they’d truly started.

She giggled and removed her hand holding her laughter back. “Sorry. I’m super ticklish.” She lowered her arms. “I didn’t mean to ruin that sexy thing you were doing, but when your fingers ran over my ribs…” She hitched a shoulder.

The tension marring Constantine’s handsome face dissolved. He extended his hands. She took them, clasping their fingers and enjoying the solid bulk of his much bigger digits. If his fingers were this thick, how big was his penis? Oh, she wanted to find out in the worst way.

He pulled her close and tilted his head. “I can’t wait another second to taste those sexy lips.”

His mouth met hers and the warmth of him drew her like a flower to the sun. His tongue traced her lip where his thumb had a few moments ago, and she opened to let him in.

Their tongues slid together in a promise of many delicious touches to come. He definitely had a slight hint of chocolate on his breath. She couldn’t ask for a yummier first kiss.

Their bodies pressed together and his much-bigger-than-a-finger appendage rubbed against her stomach. The image of riding him, cow-girl style, caused her to moan. The sound filled her ears and she pulled away.

“I’m not the kind of girl who does things like this,” she said, her voice strained low with desire. “I don’t fool around until I’m in a committed relationship. But…”

“I want you, Chloe. More than you’ll ever know. But we can stop. Or continue. Whatever you want.” He slid into his office chair. A second later, he pushed everything on the mahogany surface to one side. “Please, sit.”

“On your desk?” The break in contact helped her regain some focus. She came here tonight for seduction. Instead, she extinguished a super-hot kiss and started babbling.

This wasn’t a date. This wasn’t a relationship. This was a hot, dirty, sexual encounter.

Just one night with the most sensual man she’d ever met.

“Please sit and we can talk. Or not talk.” The usual silk of his voice became husky. “You are in charge.”

Was he as turned on as she was?

Her knees rubbed against his when she moved between him and the desk. The slight touch made her shiver. To conceal the shudder, she hopped onto the smooth surface and pulled her hem an inch lower. The fabric slid back. Hands clasped in her lap, she peered at Constantine. How could she be in charge? She didn’t know the first thing about being bad.

Constantine reclined in the expensive leather office chair, his limbs relaxed and casual. For all she knew, he had a different woman on his desk for freaky misbehavior every night.

His sensual gaze traveled from her twitchy fingers to her throat and upward until he paused on her mouth. He leaned forward, his face closer, but not in touching distance. “No other woman has ever been in my office for pleasure.”

Was he reading her mind?

“But I’ve fantasized about you on my desk.” His lust-filled gaze dropped to her knees. “Please set your purse aside.”

She did as he asked.

“In my daydreams, your legs are always open.”

This was it. Her opportunity to move off script. Go with the flow. Be a bad girl.

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Her insides thrummed with anticipation. His voice alone caused her girl parts to moisten. She wanted him. But she couldn’t move. Her vision darted from her frozen knees to Constantine’s smoldering gaze in a silent plea for assistance. Being bad wasn’t as easy as she’d expected.

He grasped her knees. His warm touch unlocked her muscles and he spread her thighs for an uninterrupted view of her micro-thong.

Her sweater dress became an official sweater shirt, riding above her hips. Her white thong barely covered her clit at the start of the night. Now, who knew? She was wet enough to leave a puddle.

Constantine caressed her thighs. “You are perfect.”

She took a breath, realizing she’d been holding it. His touch sent tingles of yearning to her core. The longing in his expression made her almost believe him.

“Would you be comfortable lying back?”

Her mouth opened. No sound came out. He must think she was totally inept. And of course, he’d be right. Every previous sexual act she’d ever had happened in the dark and under a sheet. Spread eagle on a desk did not enter her wheelhouse.

“I always imagine you reclining. Relaxed. Open.” Constantine’s deep voice strained and he pulled his hands away. “If you show me what gives you pleasure, I’ll be able to satisfy you. I want to please you.”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. Being horizontal would mean she could avoid eye contact. Hide her inexperience. “But it’s not all about me. I want to make you feel good.”

“Your being here excites me.” He stood and cradled the back of her head until it found the wooden surface. “Can’t you feel my desire?”

He pressed her hand against his hard-on.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, her eyebrows rising. “You are definitely excited.”

She’d never touched such an engorged organ. Not only would he fill every inch of her, he’d likely give her the completion no other man had ever achieved.

The chair made a slight sound when he sat. Without his strong touch, her nerves got the better of her. How could she masturbate with an audience? “Maybe…”

He took her ankles and lifted her feet, her two-inch heels resting on the surface of his desk.

The position made her feel as if she were about to have her yearly GY exam.

A kiss landed on her ankle. Then another on her calf. His tongue trailed a path along her inner thigh.

Nothing like this had ever occurred at the doctor’s office. She relaxed and allowed his lips and tongue to chase away her awkward insecurities. This was the naughtiest behavior she’d ever participated in.

And she liked it. He made her want to expose portions of her inner fantasy life that no man had ever breached.

“Show me,” Constantine whispered, his breath fluttering over her opening. “Show me what you like, Chloe.”

She felt naughty. Beautiful. Desired.

Her fingers slid to her mound and slowly worked on the area above her clit that caused delightful pressure. When the tension increased, her thigh muscles tightened.

She touched lower, running the pad of her finger through her wetness and then circling her swollen clit. Her breathing became jagged. His moan of approval spurred her excitement to a peak. An orgasm grew near, but she didn’t want to climax like this. She wanted to experience ecstasy with a man inside of her.

And not just any man. The hot, sensual man coaching her into letting go.

She paused and propped on an elbow to peek at Constantine.

His pants were open and above the waistband he stroked the biggest, most picture-perfect cock she’d ever seen.

“I want you,” she said, her tone demanding. “Now.”

His hand dropped and he stood. Pants and boxers pooled to the floor. A small foil package rested in his palm. He opened it and rolled the condom over his amazing penis. “As the lady wishes.”

Strong fingers gripped her hips and he slid her forward to meet him. The tip of his dick teased her slick labia while his hands moved under her sweater to caress her breasts. A second later, the material was yanked over her head and flung out of sight.

“This is close, but not enough. I want you naked.” He removed her thong. “Better, but that bra has to go.”

She undid the front clasp of her strapless under garment. The last of her inhibitions fled with the loss of her brassiere.

“This is how you should always be.” His words rumbled.

“I think that’s illegal,” she said, her tone teasing. A giggle erupted. Giddiness, from her new sexual freedom, surged.

Her rules for dating were shattered on the floor. She lay naked in a strange man’s office on top of his large mahogany desk.

This encounter rated twenty-five on a scale of one to ten in sexy debauchery. Why had she lived complacent with reaching only a two all these years?

“With you,” she said, pinching her nipples and arching into the sensation, “I’d happily break every rule.”

She was bad. Totally bad. A good girl gone bad.

And she was not turning back.