Fuck. Jaggar tasted like heaven and sin and everything he needed but shouldn’t want. With a muffled groan, she slid her tongue over his questing one and he shuddered. His brain went completely numb as the blood roared in his skull.

Why wasn’t he supposed to want this again? Why wasn't he supposed to do this again? Fuck, what the hell did the word forbidden mean again? Shit, he'd Google that later. Now, though, right now, he wanted to soak up more of this buzzy, skin tingling bliss.

Griffin wrapped his arms around her, lifting her until she sat on the edge of her desk. He dug his hands into her damp hair, angling her just so, as he delved deeper, taking more of her, demanding more from her.

Yes, God. Yes. As he coaxed her tongue into a dance with his, he stepped between her parted thighs, making them splay wider as the fabric of her dress shifted higher, exposing her garters.

The need was swift and desperate. Thinking was now impossible as all his objections gave way to sensation and memory and desire. His cock, knowing just what waited for him on the other side of the fabric, pulsed. Wanting access to her sweet center.

They might have been pissed off with each other, but their bodies certainly weren't. Their bodies needed to assuage the ache. Needed to race toward the bliss. Only after that could they maybe return to normal brain functioning.

Need driving him, he shifted a hand into her trench and helped tug it off her shoulders, exposing the cobalt blue fabric of her wrap around dress. The damn thing had had him hard all morning as he mentally willed the front to open and expose the lush curves he knew were beneath.

He might have succeeded in keeping his eyes mostly to himself during the meeting, but that didn’t mean his brain had been with the program. Oh no. His grey matter had been busy concocting fantasies of him dragging her forward over the conference room table. And then her untying the sash of the dress to offer her spectacular breasts to him.

And in his happy dreamland he’d driven her mad, making her come just by teasing and sucking on her nipples. Then he'd pulled her onto his lap and watched the ecstasy on her face as she'd slid down his cock. In his fantasy, of course she hadn’t been wearing panties. Because …why?

And then the favorite part of his fantasy... when she'd leaned back over the desk, he'd held her legs wide and driven home again and again until, her smooth as silk pussy; had drained him of all his come. Because in his fantasies, why was there a need for condoms? Yeah, that little fantasy was also the reason Ryan and Barbara had had to repeat themselves

several times today.

Then, Zane, from marketing had had to re-explain a concept to him twice because Griffin could barely think with all the blood in his body rushing to his then raging erection.

Like a horny teenager, he'd had to use his laptop to mask just what he'd been thinking about. And now, well now, Jaggar tasted sweeter than anything Griffin could think of and all he wanted to do was keep touching her. So, yeah, Jaggar Jakes was a problem. And constantly on his mind. He just needed to get her out of his head.

He placed open mouthed kisses along her jaw and neck as his fingers fiddled with the sash of her dress. Just as he got it open, she slid her hands into his hair and his name escaped her lips on a whispered moan.

With the dress open and her bared to him, he leaned her back, so he could access her breasts better. Oh hell yes. Front clasp today. With a simple pinch of his fingers, her breasts spilled free.

She smelled sweet and spicy, and she was all his. He didn’t want to ever stop touching her.

Her legs locked around his waist and she levered her hips up to bring her soft, heated core in contact with his dick. Even as he gently swiped his lower lip over her nipple, he used his hands to firmly grip her hips so he could control the motion.

If he let her control it, rubbing her self against his cock until she came, he'd certainly be coming in his pants, and he wanted inside her again. Needed it.

"Griffin, please I need you to—"

He stopped abruptly, then switched to tease the other breast. "Yeah, Jaggar? Tell me what do you need? "

Her only answer was a low keening moan and frustrated roll of her hips.

Griffin moved his lips just over her nipple again, teasing the tight tip. "You want me to put my mouth on you?"

She nodded frantically. "Please. Yes, just—"

Griffin’s cock throbbed painfully. He just wanted to be home again. Inside her, feeling her come around him. But there was a part of him that loved seeing her like this. Knowing she needed him, just as much as he needed her. "Where do you want my mouth, sweetheart?"

"Everywhere. Don’t tease me."

He gently pulled the tight tip into his mouth, and he moaned around her soft flesh. He was supposed to be making her crazy, but damn. Her flavor had him ready to buckle.

"Yes. Like that."

He sucked deep, even as his fingers gently tugged on her other nipple. All the while, he gently rocked their hips together. Forgetting that he was supposed to be buried inside her and loving the sensation of playing with fire and the forbidden. "Where else do you want my mouth, Jaggar?" He whispered against her soft flesh.

"Griffin—"

"You want me to tug down your panties and slide my tongue over your clit? You want me to lap up your slick heat until I’m drunk off the taste of you? Do you want my tongue to do other things to you? Slide my tongue over other forbidden places."

"Yes, please—." Her legs clamped tighter around his waist as she ground on him hard. They found a rhythm and it was almost like he was fucking her with their clothes on. Their tempo desperate, she arched her back high, offering her breasts on a platter as her body quivered and shook.

Holy hell, she was coming. Just like his fantasy. She responded to him like she was made for him.

He reached between then, and tugged her dress up until her black garters were fully bared and he had access to her slick center.

He slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and moaned when his fingers were met with her wetness. Gently, he stroked a thumb over her clit as he continued to suck on her and delved a questing finger in. The slide was so easy and so damn good. Shit. She was ready for him. So ready. He matched his finger to the tempo of his mouth as he sucked on her, his fingers still plucking.

Beneath him Jaggar writhed and pleaded, even as her tight walls pulsed around his finger. Oh so gently, he added another and increased the pressure on her clit. She bit her lip to contain a loud groan as the pressure on his fingers increased again. She was coming again.

"Please. Oh God, please, please— I can't. Not anymore, please, Griffin."

He lifted his head, so he could meet her gaze. "You want me to stop doing his?" He fluttered his thumb over her clit again and she groaned through another shudder.

"No. Damn it. Just. Too much. I can’t— I need—"

He licked his lips as he wondered how many more orgasms he could coax out of her. But he'd rather have her at home, in his bed, splayed out as he licked her, bent over as he took her from behind, as he fucked her slow and deep. Or even better, watching her as she rode him, setting the pace, making him hers.

"Is it my cock you want? Sliding inside you. Making you come again."

"Y-yes. I want it." she whimpered.

Oh no, she didn’t. He needed to hear the words. "Say it, Jaggar."

"Damn it, Griffin, I need your cock."

He would have smiled, except the moment she said cock, every available brain cell went to manning his dick. Gently, he withdrew his fingers and she whimpered as she relaxed her legs.

He had his pants unbuckled in a flash and yanked his wallet out. He had never had a condom on so quick in his life. When he gripped the base of his dick and slowly eased inside her, his gaze locked on hers. Her eyes widened as the crown pushed inside, then her lids fluttered closed as she exhaled.

Fuck, yes. "Is this what you wanted?"

"G-God, yes."

And then Griffin had no more words. All he could do was grip her hips tight as she completely owned him. The moment her walls clamped over him. He knew Jaggar Jakes was ruining him for anyone else. He'd never be able to exorcise her from under his skin.

As he rocked inside her, his hands roamed free, into her still damp hair as he kissed her. Playing with her nipples, he tried to memorize every inch of her by touch. He wanted to store every sensation for later.

Lighting wound its way around his spine and he knew in seconds he'd be lost. Griffin tore his lips from hers. "Come with me, Jaggar." Even as the words tumbled out, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop.

"I don’t know if—"

He'd be damned if they weren’t coming together this time. Reaching between them, he once again applied gentle pressure over her clit. Her eyes went wide and then her body went tight as she gripped him like a vice with her inner walls.

He muffled her scream with a kiss, swallowing all the sound as he drove in again and again and again, chasing the release as he followed her over the cliff. His world exploded into bright light. Griffin kissed her again, the unspoken word hanging between them.

Mine.