He wasn’t timid. Neither was I. I kicked off my boots. Our clothes fell to the floor. Our mouths melted into each other. Biting and sucking. The kisses were ravenous. Starved.

Knowing that we were stealing moments together without a guarantee for the next time, made the air spark with electricity. Or maybe it was just me. I was ready to be touched. Ready to feel him consume me.

I pushed him away, trying to catch my breath. His eyes flared with hunger. I stood before him in my bra and panties. The light from the courtyard filtered through the blinds, casting a stack of horizontal shadows on the desk.

“I want you on that desk,” he directed.

I nodded, lifting my ass to the edge and scooting backward. Vaughn’s palm rested on my throat. His thumb stroked the side of my neck. I leaned into him. God, it felt good to touch like this.

“Why are these still on?” His head lowered to my navel. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, guiding him along my belly. He kissed the skin along my stomach, taking the lace of my panties in his teeth. He let go and it snapped back in place.

I whimpered.

He repeated the gesture, this time tugging the band lower so that it snapped at the sensitive apex above my folds.

“Oomph.” I let go of his hair and slammed my palms behind me on the desk, lifting my hips forward.

He dragged the lace another few inches with his teeth. The next release and the lace thwacked against my clit.

“Oh shit,” I hissed.

He grinned wolfishly. He flicked the clasp on my bra, exposing my breasts and the hardened peaks of my nipples.

The lace cracked against my swollen clit again and I cried out. It was a tight burst of heat between my folds that made my entire body pulse.

“That feels good?” he asked.

I nodded. “It’s intense.”

“I like intense.”

His head lowered between my legs and I sighed with satisfaction when he ran a heated stroke to my clit with his tongue, maneuvering under the lace.

“Oh Vaughn,” I moaned.

“Why won’t you let me do this in our bed?” He pulled back the panties and I almost jumped off the desk. Fuck. It felt incredible.

I tried to breathe. I tried to talk. All I wanted was to feel him inside me.

“I just can’t,” I tried to explain. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He let out a possessive growl and in some way, I think he finally got it. He understood that I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t be this way with him if someone else was listening. Even if that someone was a stranger I’d never meet. I couldn’t give myself to Vaughn. Do all the dark and dirty things to each other if we weren’t the only two people in our world. It had to be this way, and only this way.

Every time the lace made contact with my clit I mewed a little longer. My belly tightened more. My breath became more ragged.

Vaughn’s hand gently wrapped against my neck as he laid me back on the desk. There was an art to how he fucked me. It was beautiful and original. As if he was always seeing our bodies in a new way. I hissed when he pushed his cock inside me, slicing in my entrance.

His fingers gathered the lace and drew it away from my skin. My hands coasted over my breasts. My body was on fire. A sexually pent up version of myself. Ripe and needy.

His cock, wet with my slickness, hovered at my entrance. His eyes locked on mine as he slammed into me, dropping the elastic at the same time. The fire spiraled from my clit to my pussy, rocketing with exquisite force. I was drunk with it.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

He grinned, raking his bottom lip under his teeth. There was a new look of determination in his eyes. He knew with only a few more smacks I’d come hard. But I was wrong.

It only took one. One lightning rod combination of his full commanding cock and a snap that engulfed my clit and I cried out while my body convulsed and vibrated.

“Shh,” his mouth covered mine. Inhaling my cries with a kiss so hard I thought I’d lose my breath a second time.

He pumped in and out. Turned on by my orgasm. His body just as starved as mine was for release. He grunted deeply and I knew he was going to come. There was so much friction. So much love and lust coursing through us. Another avalanche hit me and I clawed at his back for gravity. I dug my heels into his ass to drive him deeper. I bit and sucked at his lips.

“I want more,” I begged. I didn’t want it to be over. I didn’t want the end to be this close. Our bodies belonged together like this.

He slammed into me one more time and I watched his eyes as he came deep inside me. I didn’t know if this was the kind of fucking we would ever recover from. We had exploded and shattered. I held him against my chest.

“Fuck, babe.”

“I know,” I whispered.

The desk was hard and uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to move. Only three floors up there was a soft bed with Egyptian cotton sheets. But here in this oddly decorated office, we were free.

“Can we stay here for a few minutes?” I asked.

He nodded. I thought he was too exhausted to move. His body was heavy, but I didn’t care. As long as we didn’t break the desk, I’d stay for hours.

I ran my fingers through his hair. “What kind of dog?” I whispered.

“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy.

“Our dog. What do you think we should get?”

“One that will want to run with me every morning.”

I ran my nails over his neck and between his shoulder blades. Sometimes I thought when I closed my eyes I could draw out the design of his muscles. I knew every indentation.

“So not a lap dog?”

He chuckled. “Is that what you were thinking? Something to stick in your purse?”

I giggled. God, it felt good to laugh. “No. But I’d kind of love to see you running with one of those tiny poofy dogs.”

“That won’t happen.” He kissed my shoulder and pushed off the desk.

I heard something in my back pop. Damn it. He held out his hand. “Come on. We should head up. It’s not a busy office, but let’s not overstay our welcome.”

I frowned. “I like being in here.”

He handed me my bra and my shirt. “Me too, but I want to take a shower before bed. And we still need to go over your plans for tomorrow.”

The tension he had eviscerated with two incredible orgasms was back. Aubrey. Tomorrow was the day she became my target and I became a Blackwing operative.

I shoved one foot into a boot and then the other. “I wish there was a way to stall. A few more days would help me be more prepared. There should be some way to push this back.”

He shook his head while he buttoned his shirt. “There isn’t.” He kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll walk you through it. She trusts you, and that’s all that matters. You’re going to do great.”

I smiled, picking up my scarf and gloves from the floor. “I don’t want to do great. That’s the problem. I want to fail. I don’t want to give anyone that number.”

“You have to stop thinking about that part, and do what’s best for us. There is no loophole, Em. The only way is through.”

“I know. I know. I just hate it. I’m dreading tomorrow. I have this horrible feeling about it. The dinner was easier, believe it or not.”

He pulled me against him before he unlocked the door. “It might not be what you want to hear right now, but I’m proud of you for doing this.”

“Thank you.”

He kissed me. “Now, let’s head up.”

I nodded and we closed the door behind us.